It continued to niggle at me... I am the boy, I am the boy... Finally, in a meditation, he came to me. He couldn't have been more than three and, he skipped in a circle around me, blonde hair flapping along, singing "I am the boy-oy... I am the boy-oy..." And then, the information came raining down, as if I had tossed a large pile of paper into the air. Images, words, pieces of a thought or a memory, began falling all around me. Little bits of a "something" each placed o