For more than 35 years I've been convinced that I've lived a lot of Mongolian lives. It has been a strong (!) influence in my current family life (this life). I think that this cycle of lives is the only one that still makes my heart sing. It's like remembering your own youth from this life, it was great but you know you can't go back. I think I will never go 'back' as a tourist to Mongolia because that would be a waste of time. You need life after life to be able to catch the essence of living there. Winter after winter, spring after spring.
I've always had a longing for the life in the yurt, the emptiness of the landscape, felt, the silence and so much more of the Mongolian life, like throat singing and the closeness of family life. It's difficult to pinpoint those lives in time or place. It was also there where I learned the shaman things I still know and able to use. I am a traveler soul, unlike others who prefer to stay long in the same areas. I have lived in the tundras of Siberia, Gobi desert, the Himalaya and as I mentioned before, in Turkmenistan as well (male with Mongolian features, a bloody killer, warrior on a horse).