I want to take you on a journey.

A journey filled with experiences that I have come to understand were always meant for you, as much or more then they were ever meant for me. My designated task I now believe is to share what happened, that which forever changed me. To share every strange twist and turn, the discoveries, the questions; to make you a part of it. To help you question what you thought you knew, what you think is possible. A journey of discovery, a mystery that has always been right here waiting for us to find.

Unexpectedly, it was here in these pages where the mystery began to unfold. It was not until the words were put down on paper to share with you here, that surprising glimpses of the answers began to be revealed. The pages themselves unexpectedly revealing answers that I couldn't find before, even after looking for them desperately for years.

This is not my story, not mine to take a hold of or to take as a testament to who or what I am. What follows doesn't belong to any single human. What follows comes from them, from those that we call Kjrsos, the spirit of the horses. This is their voice. Their voice so we can hear what we have yet to hear, a voice that few have heard, yet a voice that all of us need to listen for.

Kjrsos is our spelling of a word from a long-dead reconstructed language called Proto Indo-European also called PIE for short. A language that was the common ancestor language of all of the Indo-European family of languages that came afterwards. The most widely spoken language family in the world today. The beginning of literally hundreds of languages that came afterwards. A language that is still a part of all of us, that has evolved with us, as it lives on in the words that we continue to use every day.

Before English or French, Spanish or German, thousands of years before Latin or Greek, this is one of the words that linguists believe was used to represent the idea that was the horse. Before horse, cheval, pferd, or equus, the word Kjrsos came first.

To understand how Kjrsos is pronounced think of the name Kirsten, the r trilled, the 'os' sounding like the 'oas' in toast. If you listen carefully you can hear the echo of the word horse even today in this word Kjrsos.

Interestingly it is told that that for these prehistoric people who lived 6500 to 9500 years ago on the vast forest-steppe stretching from the northern shores of the Black Sea and as far east as the Caspian Sea, that they would not name that which they held sacred, special, magical. Kjrsos was one of those names.

This naming of Kjrsos linguists believe came from their word "kers” to run. The naming a compelling representation of the horse's breathtaking beauty, power, strength, and the freedom they represented. A naming of an idea. A representation of the magic they felt deep inside their souls when they gazed upon the herd springing into action and racing across a steep slope dotted with yellow wildflowers and across the vast plains. Something that spoke to their hearts and to their spirits even back then.

There is power I believe and a common history for all of us in the concept of a name that existed from the time that we first clambered onto their backs thousands of years ago that is still alive in over four hundred languages still spoken today, through the language that they came from.

We have had a relationship with horses for thousands of years, since the time of this long-dead language, and while the language is now long gone, the horses are still here. And delightfully for all of the time that we have been together the horses can still surprise us. Delight us. Challenge us. And perhaps most importantly of all, choose to be by our sides, choose to be there for us.

I hope the mysteries of what follows fills you with a childlike wonder and fills your heart with joyful curiosity. And that together we can explore and share what we learn along the way.

I think some will be surprised in their expectation that this is going to be a story about horses. While they are the voice of the story, the surprise is, this isn't about them. This story belongs to everyone. This isn't my story, but amazingly it is our story.  Our story to wonder and marvel at.

Through these sharings, I hope you can see - the wondrous uniqueness of that which is life. I hope you can feel what I felt.

I want to take you along on the journey that I was taken on with the hope you can be inspired the way I was inspired by these others - so that you can learn new things or at least be inspired by some new questions.

Inspiration can lead to change - can lead to transformation. I hope this sharing inspires you.

Each of these events made me look at the world, at the horses, at everything in my life in a new light. Each surprised me, made me wonder, made me question what I thought I knew. These experiences gave me so many questions, so many mysteries, many of which I still struggle with today, years afterwards. But they all filled me with wonder, with delight, with thanks for these extraordinary gifts, and in the process made me very humble.

I no longer believe that I am unique as a human.

I no longer look to just other humans for answers.

I no longer look to other humans for the best questions. Although I hope that together you can help me towards the answers.

I know there is a grace, there is a wisdom for us to find.

The best things come not from us but through us. Which is why this story and the books that follow are signed as authored - by Kjrsos - The Guiding Light of the Horse. Because it is their voice we need to hear. Important I believe to honour the true authors of what follows.

Here I present to you the wisdom to be found, in this the first book of the horses. Book One in The Books of the Horses/The Books of Kjrsos

Nadja Caroline Kostiuk - The Naming of my Birth