With the smell of summer Jasmine in the air the peoples of the small village of Grossburg had gathered under the branches of the Old Live Oak tree as they had done for over a hundred years. On evenings like this it was custom to meet and share the news of the day and handle any town business that might be urgent. This evening was special in that a traveling Minstrel had arrived and was telling a special rendition of the Legend of The Train. Everybody had heard the Legend but nobody had ever heard what the color of the train was! A train is a train so of course it is the color of the train. They had never heard a Minstrel say that that there are actually two trains and one of them is RED! Yes, this would be a much attended telling tonight!

The Minstrel was of average size and build and unusually young. Everybody expected a minstrel to be older and wiser assuming that there was a lot to learn and therefore many years of training and experience were required. Before beginning the minstrel had mingled among the large crowd smiling and being open and friendly.(Its always good to size up the crowd.) He could see everyone from the 2 foot round pedestal that had been placed in the center of the crowd. He reminded himself that all of these people wanted and needed to hear what he had to say AND that if they didn’t like what he said he could be a very close target for the tomatoes that he would have to endure! He took three deep breathes and addressed the eager faces looking at him.

You have all heard the Legend of the Train. It is passed down from generation to generation to give our lives structure and purpose. It helps us to focus on our lives as a beginning and and ending. As the Legend goes, at our birth God gives us a train. We live on this train all of our lives and when we die and our train comes in to the Great Train Station in the Sky where we turn our train back in when we get to that wonderful place in the heavens.That Legend has been enough to satisfy our spiritual needs for hundreds of years. Ten years ago an ancient book was found that tells us that although The Train Legend is true that is not the complete story of the structure of our lives. The book that was found is RED and tells the story of what takes place in our lives before we are born and get our train on our planet. That train is RED.

The crowd was stunned! Was this a joke?! Murmurs from the crowd got louder and Bingal the Minstrel was worried that violence might get started. From the back of the crowd somebody said, “Let him speak! This young man is a minstrel. He has come to tell us a story. Young man tell us The Legend of the RED TRAIN.”

Fellow travelers, my name is Bingal. I was chosen to tell this story of The legend of the RED TRAIN the rest of my time on Earth as a gift to as many people as I can reach. It is the way.

Stay tuned for part 2 of The Red Train