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Chris and I receive a divine gift in 1988. While cooling down a three-year-old thoroughbred at Belmont Park, I see Chris walking down the shed row. One glance and we know. We recognize each other at the deepest level of our being. However, we aren’t quite ready for the exalted state of Charismatic Connection. Our souls are saying, “I know you, I love you,” but our insecurities are saying, “I am not worth knowing or loving.” It’s not until 1999when an unlikely long shot named Charismatic and a long-forgotten jockey named Chris Antley make history winning the Kentucky Derbythat our Charismatic Connection crystallizes. If you’ve ever longed for a love that is beyond the ordinary, join me on this journey from the high-society parties of Saratoga Springs, to the great capitals of Europe, to the fabled cities of the ancient world, as I search for Charismatic Connections with myself, with others, and with life!


An unlikely long shot named Charismatic sparks a journey of the soul...



The Authentic Soul Mate Experience


Charismatic Connection The Authentic Soul Mate Experience Serena Jade

Copyright© 2012 by Serena Jade All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted by any means— whether auditory, graphic, mechanical, or electronic—without written permission of both publisher and author, except in the case of brief excerpts used in critical articles and reviews. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this work is illegal and is punishable by law. Cover photographs © by Serena Jade Some names have been changed for the protection of the person’s identity. ISBN--1478397691 ISBN-9781478397694

Preface Many moons ago in a legendary land, the delicious north and west winds created mountains and waterfalls, while a seductive breeze from the east swirled the sands of eternity into being. The sultry southern air blew with such intensity that the ancient desert witnessed the Divine forming a profound masterpiece, the Fertile Crescent of the Middle East, giving birth to human civilization, as well as to the horse. The Arabian horse is a gift from the heavenly sphere for Homo sapiens. God knew that humans would only survive in the vastness of this land if they possessed a means of transportation, so in the infinite sands of the Fertile Crescent, the ruling spirit blew life into the nostrils of the Arabian. Thousands of years later, the Arabian’s descendants share a genetic code with the most exquisite, intelligent, swift creature on this planet: the thoroughbred racehorse. In the seventeenth century, three Arabian stallions, the Darley Arabian, the Godolphin Arabian, and the Beyerly Turk, were shipped to England from the Middle East, and were then mated with the best English mares. This breeding produced the purest and the best horse in the world, known today as the thoroughbred. Thoroughbreds are extremely high strung, graceful, and sleek, with lively, sparkling eyes. Their heads and arched necks are full of power and determination. Their nostrils flare with the air, while their rich manes flow with the wind. Their strong muscles are defined, and their legs are deceptively vulnerable and delicate. They are truly among the most magnificent, elegant animals on this earth. Don’t be fooled by their beauty: they can also be dangerous. Thoroughbreds will bite, lunge, kick, buck, or rear up without notice.

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I fell in love with the thoroughbred and racing at a very young age. My father Louis had a passion for the Sport of Kings, and he used to take me to the races, for as long as I can remember. I was dazzled by the speed and the radiance of these awesome beings. To see a thoroughbred racehorse up close is to see a supreme example of a living piece of art. The sport of horse racing was well liked in the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. My father would tell me the whole grandstand and clubhouse of the racetrack used to be filled with thousands of people at that time. Horse racing is an international sport, although in the United States, it has declined in the interest of the general public over the years. There is one horse race that is still very popular in America, and that is the Kentucky Derby. If a layperson has never watched a horse race in their life, they will probably at some point watch the Kentucky Derby. If you are lucky enough to go to the Kentucky Derby, it will be an experience you will never forget. I followed my passion for horses and racing, and down the road a soul mate crossed paths with mine. I was spellbound by him, and he was mesmerized by me. Chris Antley was a wellknown American jockey, and I was a stable hand, and we shared the same exalted inner essence. Our connection exuded an intensity that transcended the time and space between us. There was one problem that kept us apart. We knew we were not worthy of such a deep and profound love. Charismatic Connection interweaves the parallel stories of Chris Antley and myself. As we enter the world of horse racing, we spiritually wake up. Our thirst is racehorses, and we live through our trauma and tragedy. My goal is for you to understand your spiritual essence. I would like you to realize that until your personality has transcended its pain and suffering, your immortal soul cannot express its wisdom. If you have a desire to mate at a very high spiritual level, your personality must be up to par with your everlasting being. I hope to give you the inspiration to look within and discover yourself. I would also like to encourage you to reach for a relationship that is beyond a need for security, for the truth is we must know our own value, and cannot elevate our self-worth by

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using another person. You will then be ready for “Charismatic Connections” with yourself, others, and the world! So come along with me, and experience the journey that Chris and I have taken. Together let us arise from unawareness to discover a genuine soul mate connection…

Chapter 1 Serena On a spring night during my thirty-second year on this earth, I have a very vivid dream. My subconscious mind is showing me I am in the countryside of England. My mother has just died, and I am grieving uncontrollably. I miss her so much—I am about sixteen years old, and I will never see my mother again. I feel the one thing that is going to help me through this time in my life is my love for horses. My brother Michael and I help my father with the chores around the house, but in our spare time we love to gallop the brilliant colts in our barn. I am a beautiful, dark-haired, slim girl and my brother Michael is a tall, brown-eyed, slender man. I love my brother’s friend, Lyle. He is a handsome man with beautiful eyes and a sculpted body. Lyle, Michael, and I are riding in foxhunt meets. All three of us love to ride for hours on end. Our special bond is our love for horses, and we gallop our horses like we are in heaven. I’m riding sidesaddle on my prized colt, and feel magnificent, as if I’m riding Pegasus in a mythical land. It’s wonderful to have the two people I adore riding with me. On one particular summer day, Lyle and I go out for a gallop on our own. Lyle is riding his strong, black thoroughbred stallion with the markings of a star on his forehead. This horse knows he is a star; he is a descendant from the Byerly Turk stallion. I am riding an elegant, graceful, dark-brown English filly with very few markings on her. Lyle and I are immersed in the rolling hills of the countryside. The grass is a hunter green, and the trees have filled out with their lush leaves. We are on top of the mound of earth. It is sunny, and I cherish the warmth against my skin. We are fully in this moment, enjoying each other’s company. He says, “Let’s stop and let our horses rest.”

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Then he says, “Let’s take a stroll,” and we walk hand in hand; we stop and look deeply into each other’s eyes. He says, “I can see the heavenly light in your eyes—I love you.” My heart is fluttering with excitement. I say, “I love you too, with all my heart and soul.” We are kissing with such intense bliss, and holding each other so tightly, we don’t want to let go. Our horses love the break, and are grazing on the grass. We decide to lie down so we put a blanket underneath us. We lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes. He kisses me again on the lips, and I love it. He has something to tell me, and I don’t like the sound of his voice. He says he is going away, and is getting married. My heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. I am utterly devastated. He says, “I know we are deeply connected, and we will meet again. I know that for sure, but I need to marry this woman. The arrangement is an obligation to my family. I hate to tell you this, but I am moving to Scotland.” “Scotland…why Scotland?” I yell in disbelief. He replies, “Scotland is where her family lives. We have a blessed bond, and I will always have you in my heart. We are like Scotch tape; I will always be stuck on you. When I am with her, it’s you I will be thinking about; my heart will always be with you. When I’m riding my gorgeous stallion, I will always know that you will be close to your horse too. Our love for horses will be our connecting link.” I blurt out, “I know you have an obligation to your family, but what about us? I don’t know what I am going to do without you. I know we have a divinely-inspired relationship. I can see the celestial glimmer in your eyes too. I know we share a bond in horses. When I am riding, I know you will be riding somewhere too.” Lyle promises that we are going to meet again, and that we will remember each other. I wake up; it is three in the morning.

Chapter 2 Serena I get up, and write down my dream. The luminosity of the images in my mind is so strikingly real. Did this scenario happen before? Or is it going to take place in the future? Could it have existed in the past? Do you believe in having a past life memory? I feel it could have occurred in another lifetime. I am dreaming about a man I am in love with, who tells me he can see heaven in my eyes. I don’t have a conscious clue. Is he a love I have for someone real, but for now, existing only in my unconscious mind, waiting for when the time is right? My deep admiration for horses and racing has to originate from somewhere. Does my enthusiasm come from being exposed to the sport at a young age? I had such a great relationship with my father, who taught me to love horses when I was a child. Or perhaps my warmth for horses is an ancient memory from the sensuous lure of the Middle East? I grew up on the South Shore of Long Island, New York. I don’t live in Kentucky, where horse racing is in one’s back yard. One thing I know for sure: horse racing saved me from my dysfunctional childhood. My desire to be with the thoroughbred consumed my whole life. At age ten, I begin dreaming of becoming a jockey and fantasizing about it.

Chapter 3 Serena The sun is brilliant on a cool spring day in New York City in the year 1966. Many people view this city as the king of the world, and like every royal ruler, this king has his queen. Queens is one of the five boroughs of the metropolitan area. Ozone Park is in the heart of Queens and is home to a thoroughbred racetrack, and the residence of my parents. On this first day in April, better known as April Fools’ Day, a practical joke doesn’t happen; rather, an old soul is about to enter the world. My forty-six-year-old mother Elizabeth gives birth to me, to the great pleasure of my father, forty-seven-year-old Louis. My father is of medium to small stature, at five feet, seven inches tall and 130 pounds, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. A quiet, aloof man, he was born in Brooklyn, New York in January in the year 1919. My grandfather, Frank, was born in Buenos Aires. His father, Antonio, left Italy in the late 1800s and boarded a ship sailing to Argentina. Antonio attended an art school in Buenos Aires, and became a sculptor. As time marched on, Antonio fell in love with Rosa, an Argentinean woman. Rosa gave birth to my grandfather, Frank, but soon passed away, leaving my greatgrandfather alone with a four-year-old son. Antonio decided to leave Buenos Aires and sail back to Italy, settling in Migliacino, some fifty miles northeast of Bologna. As time passed my great-grandfather married again, and had four more children. Years later, Frank and his half brothers emigrated to the United States of America. Mary, my grandmother, came from Arienza in the Campania region of southern Italy and met Frank in Brooklyn, New York. They married on January 12, 1913, and had six

Charismatic Connection - by Serena Jade  

Many moons ago in a legendary land, the delicious north and west winds created mountains and waterfalls, while a seductive breeze from the e...

Charismatic Connection - by Serena Jade  

Many moons ago in a legendary land, the delicious north and west winds created mountains and waterfalls, while a seductive breeze from the e...