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Are we ready to stand up and bring our gifts? Is that willingness all it takes for the peace of past life healing?

What I am saying, the spirit world wants to know what we are bringing to the table now.  That if we focus on now, we will be healed because what we need to know from then will be revealed.  I trust this will be so.

Within this post, I share with you an author’s opinion and inspiration after her own lifetime of past life baggage.  There are some books in a slideshow below, and some stories with links.  I offer my own story through my novel, some personal experiences, and the life path guidance charts that I compose for clients based on their present lifetime.  Yes, I do believe these charts are a way of past life healing.

I do believe some conditions are related to past life, sometimes physical and health consequences or emotional and spiritual challenges, such as weight or lack thereof, birth marks, birth defects, depression, schizophrenia, suicidal tendencies, dreams, visions, fears, compulsions are all possible past life reactive that are waiting for healing and thus, soul growth.  This past life healing and soul growth is addressed in my novel from beginning to end.

Am I the character in the past life healing novel?

Past life memories bring her to her knees.

My friends have asked if I am the forty-something Clara Rose in my novel, A BREATH FLOATS BY.  Some aspects, I embrace.  Some life trials, I have been through.  Though just the same, I claim experiences I have written of Gooee, Heather Laurel, Polly, Maimee.  An author is all things to her characters.  When we suffer enough, right?  We may become a great writer.  No promises.

The past life healing of Clara Rose

Clara Rose is swept into a life challenge that forces her to face her past lives.  Perhaps you are like Clara Rose.  She has been hiding since she was a child, realizing the visions she had were from times when she had no control.  She suffered terrible consequences for bringing to the people the gifts she carried to help them.  Fear of the people she was to help has caused her suffering in present lifetime.  She hides her true self from the world.

Without the spoiler effect, since you might want to read this novel of past life healing – reincarnation fiction and soulmates, I will share that she came with a promise, this time she would once again give her life time to the sacred work she was taught.  But her fears from encountering her past life visions controls Clara Rose.  As a young girl, she actually changes her name to Lindsay which does not hide her, but her reluctance is noted by spirit, so this does give her half a lifetime to experience the family life she always wanted.  But she is not aware (or is she?) that all three daughters are from past lives she attempts to escape.  They are part of her healing, and her mothering gives the peace a woman can receive from nurturing a family who holds her in high esteem.

The Universe and Creator are patient.  She is given sanctuary within the family, though there are great sacrifices.  Then one day, the answers she has needed for her life purpose come with unrelenting force.  There is no chance to hide.

Dreams for past life healing

Past life healing for Clara Rose could result through dreams, she would be able to savor the peace of the angels, the touch of spirit guides during her sleep.  But she is so terrified of dreaming she will not allow its force in her life.  Every night begins with a prayer that the dreams never come, that she be spared.  Every night, the answer is that she will be given time.  Her nights are peaceful but her past life healing and soul growth are insignificant for all she needs to accomplish in this lifetime.

Soul groups enable past life healing

In the end, past life healing for Clara Rose comes through the sweeping encounter with the entire soul group that she has worked with eternally.  And they need her more than she needs them.

That is why I say that life purpose in this lifetime is part of our past life healing.  When we do our work as we promised or as we believed would be best for us before we come to this incarnation, then we are able to touch other lives in a healing that gives healing to our own.  It is true, whenever we touch another,we heal ourselves and move forward in a good way.

The soul group in A BREATH FLOATS BY are a reflection of the soul group I have encountered in this lifetime.  No character is one person.  They were an intimate group of women who brought out the best and worst in me.

The worst?  That is a blessing, to see our worst side, or the side we never want to become a reality is exposed briefly or through an enactment to us, so we can realize how to avoid actually living that character.

Soul groups do that to us.  In a way, this is a past life healing because there is possibly that character in the past that we do not want to revisit.  Yes, it is still us.  A festering, an itch, a personality trait best left as a lesson learned.

The soul group around us reflects a past life healing if we only will listen to what is happening in our life.  There are really no consequences.  Life is spirituality and spirituality creates life.

All we need to do is listen to the Secrets of the Divine.

Soulmate specific support

The soul mate within Clara Rose’s soul group is Daniel, who happens to be the best friend of her husband.  He has not known her as she truly is, and he watches her past life healing with no judgment, but he also does not feel even a curious surprise at who she unfolds to become.  Because a soulmate just knows.

The soul mate is a person or animal who complements and upbuilds the soul growth and peace of the one connected.   The soul mate does not necessarily end as a love interest or a passionate sexual relationship.  Soul mates in past life healing can be our sister, mother, brother, a beloved pet (mine was a dear wild skunk that gave me everything a heart could feel) or a friend, and yes, definitely a lover.

The past life healing experienced through this soul mate is due to their bond that enables them to support you for who you are, even when you do not know who you are.  I must say that sometimes my own words stop me because this is who my husband is to me, a person who has enabled me to put in my 10,000 hours of “base labor” in my professional gift to get where I am going, wherever.  By reaching that gift which I then offer others, I am experiencing the healing of past lives, the heartaches that I have carried, the fears I have allowed to burden my efforts.  I release the “what if” of life.  Now I realize those ‘what if” fears are often based in past lives and I know the consequences of then are held in the heart.

For me, past life healing is one foot in front of the other as I become all I have believed would be best for me to be today.  Here are some books I enjoyed, a few I cherish.

Past Life Healing Books

Reincarnation and Memories – Enabling Healing from the Past Experiences

I believe if there are visions or memories from past lives and these are haunting or frightening us, then there is a deep healing that can take effect and make all the difference in soul growth.  Reincarnation can be reassuring, it can be frightening.  Reincarnation is a belief or a hope that supports past life healing.  When we get to the point that we can say, ‘Okay, this was what it was and I am now as I am….” then we are free to life our life purpose now.

My Past Life Experience

Without giving endless detail, I have several life glitches that make me think they come from past life experiences.

• My size, which is based back several lifetimes and I have not decided what is the root.  I have been told the size is a carrying of the goddess energy, but I know of many goddess-types who are small women.  Perhaps I am representing something different in the goddess line.  In the novel, A BREATH FLOATS BY, Lindsay, Gooee and Heather Laurel are all larger women, and I know they represent a goddess energy that is serving the good of all.
• The fallen arch I was born with, along with foot pronation and hip dysplasia like a large dog would carry, all on the same side.  I belive these are consequential representation of my lifetime where I walked half this nation, not once but four times, and back to my home.  But that is another story I hope to live long enough to write.
• The traumatizing visions of a wild creek bed and mud, they stop me cold when I am exposed to these natural elements.  The same with a lake or ocean, those those are consequence of different experiences, and I do not know what they were.  But the creek bed, I do know, from beginning to end, which was very healing.
• The dreams that carry on night after night after year after decade.  I feel as though I am trapped in a dramatic soap opera and cannot recall a milli-second of the dream.  I just wash away with those dreams the second I relax or fall asleep.  I do not know how many times I have said, I do not want to go to sleep, I hate sleeping.  But I believe these carry me to healing.  We are here to eat, sleep and dream.

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Books in past life healing slideshow

Karmic Healing: Clearing Past-Life Blocks to Present-Day Love, Health, and Happiness / Author Hypnotherapist Djuna Wojton  link

A Breath Floats By / Author Life Path Consultant Essa Adams  link

Healing the Eternal Soul: Insights from Past Life and Spiritual Regression / Author Andy Tomlinson  link

Bringing Your Soul to Light: Healing Through Past Lives and the Time Between / Author Dr. Linda Backman  link

Other books on past life healing that I have not read… yet.

Invisible Roots: How Healing Past Life Trauma Can Liberate Your Present by Barbara Stone link

Life Without Guilt by Hazel M. Denning, Ph.D.  link

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**Some of these conditions are very serious and I believe must be addressed by a medical professional, though an understanding of oneself in this lifetime and of one’s dreams will also benefit.

Lindsay opened the mudroom door for Garth and Susanna to thunder outside on their second morning excursion, then she lifted the chest freezer lid to pile in breakfast leftovers.

An ungodly scream from the yard made her bash her head inside the freezer.

The scream fizzled to frail screeching as Lindsay ran, tangling in her swooping skirt and baker apron strings to trip around the corner and face the spy.

The dogs hadn’t even barked but the elderly lady standing in the street outside the front gate was waving her long arms at them. “That’s it! Thought I saw bears over here yesterday!! But they’re dogs!! Huge dogs!!”

Lindsay faced the extreme woman, tall, thin, barely bent except so she could see where her feet were headed in their canvas summer shoes. She wore skinny Levis with a sweatshirt tucked in, and wide man’s belt holding the jeans on her hipbones. Her grassroots hair did a wild reversal. Pale yellow roots and a gray moppet top. Worse for Lindsay, whose funny bone was tickled by the scolding, the woman’s hair sprang out in all directions as she regarded the benevolent Newfie faces with no-nonsense hostility.

“What did you doooo?!?!” she hollered at Lindsay with a courageous frail voice. Her eyes agitated, vibrating blue stars like she expected an answer. “Did you actually search the world over for the greatest dogs you could find!?!! To bring them here?!! And tribulate me?!”

“I’m so sorry they startled you.”

Lindsay herded the dogs back from the fence where they huddled only ten yards from where the woman seemed to have been clearing leaves from a still barren flower garden. Lindsay could understand why the woman was frightened. Garth’s head came right over the fence so he could pant at her, he was that tall. “They’re harmless, really,” she said when they were in less startling proximity.

“I have a cat!” the woman exclaimed, body stiffening, narrowing her eyes at the Newfs. “If those dogs eat my cat I will eat those dogs!”

Lindsay was sure she would. “It would serve them right. Eating a poor cat.” Please, do not be my new neighbor, she thought.

“They’d better not!” the woman scolded. She turned and crossed the few steps into the neighboring yard.

“They won’t.” Lindsay called to her back. “I assure you, they love cats.” But she could only hope since they loved her pet skunks, very cat-like in size.

“I didn’t get to ninety-two knowing nothin’. And my name is Maimee by the way,” the woman hurled viciously over her shoulder as she headed toward her skinny yellow cottage. “M-a-i-m-e-e. Storganaff. S-t-o-r-g-a-n-a-f-f. Two e’s. Two f’s.”

Newfoundlands in fiction, Garth and Susanna

Lindsay shook back incredulous tears and gurgled down a rude, imminent expulsion of laughter. “My great-aunt’s name was Mamie,” she called, loud enough to be heard by ninety-two-year-old ears. “Mamie, with an i-e.”

The woman surprised her by wheeling back to the fence. She banged the hood of the topaz Buick classic parked south of Lindsay’s car. A scrawly gray cat jumped skyward and bounded off. “What was your great-aunt’s last name,” Maimee demanded.

“Well, goodness, it was actually Vye, her maiden name. And she married a man named Sprague Ross. Mamie Ross.”

“I’ve known a lot of Mamies in my time. But I don’t know her.” Maimee looked her square in the eye. “She dead now?”

“Yes, and so is my grandmother. Her sister.” And all the other sisters and daughters and aunts, Lindsay thought, realizing she was forty-four. Death was bound to happen to some people, but apparently not to this woman anytime soon.

“You have a lot more paternal women relation. More than the maternal ones who are gone,” she said, which was so certainly the truth that Lindsay just blinked at her. “Now, I have to go in for my heart pill. After that spell,” Maimee scolded, “I can’t wait any longer.” She turned back to her cottage, weaving through springtime skeletons of shrubbery. “When Stella and Sybil hear about this! Oh my god,” she grumbled. “Lucky me, come home to this. Should have stayed in my stifling trailer in Florida.”

She stopped and headed back a few feet, shaking a knobby finger at Lindsay. “But I had to tell you about the business on the corner right away. Just don’t stare at me like I’m crazy. I assure you that your dismay is much less than mine. Remember the business, that one on Kanney and the highway. I’m here early in order to tell you it’s closed down.”

“Yes, yes, I noticed.” But she was more concerned over Maimee’s heart. And Lindsay wanted to dissuade their new neighbor from hating her dogs. “You can tell your friends,” she called hopefully, “that the male weighs all of one hundred and forty pounds, the female almost as much. Quite a shock you had then, wasn’t it?”

Maimee spun around from amazement and malicious laughter cragged grin lines on her waxy, tan face. “Oh hell! Weigh a lot more than me! I will have fun with that tidbit!” And she was off.

Lindsay’s entire system was reeling from the exchange. Unbelievable. Maimee was like Haidee when her daughter went through rehab the third time.

Goodness, she could only imagine this summer with the cantankerous spy next door. The cell phone rang from the pocket of her baker’s apron. She plopped down on the side of the deck, deciding to plant some of the tall blue campanula and white foxglove into the fresh spring earth like she had at home. She could bring back the still-dormant transplants today after Sam came home from work.

Garth leaned against her side, breathing heavy. Newfs preferred lounging on ice piles in February over breezy March mornings. She wondered how amused they were with Maimee, their neighborhood Spy.

“Garth, don’t mess with her cat, she means it,” she told him sternly. He lapped at his nose and rolled his small brown eyes up at her innocently, then to her pocket where the phone buzzed a sixth time, and she finally answered.

“Mrs. Davinson, this is Mr. Burt Marshall,” said an earnestly polite voice. “I’m from Plymouth. I understand you are interested in purchasing my property.”

Lindsay looked back at the cottage. She and Sam had made a down payment to the owners from Culver. The land contract was signed. “I don’t understand?”

“On Highway 23 and Kanney.”

“The antique mall complex.”

“It’s not an antique mall any longer, but you can make it whatever you like when you buy.”

“But I– where did you get the idea I want to buy the property from you?”

“You won’t be able to buy it from anyone else.”

“I realize that, Mr. Marshall.” Breathe out. She stopped talking, forcing him to explain or just hang up. She had learned to disengage through Haidee’s rehab program. Breathe in. And out.

“I just received a call though I don’t care to say who,” he said, “but they heard at Koontz Lake Realty that you were asking around about the price.”

“I assure you, I wasn’t the person asking, Mr. Marshall. But, I will admit I am interested in information now.” She wasn’t about to admit that calling him was the very next thing on her to-do list.

“You would not want to wait to contact me if you knew how many people have telephoned to lease or buy the place.”

“My husband and I have a philosophy that if something is meant for us, it will be there no matter what.” Not what she believed, but Sam did. “But please, tell me whatever I would want to know.”

The problem was not the contracted lease-purchase option, giving the buyer three years to rent then take a loan for a balloon payment. Fine. The problem was Mr. Marshall wanted two hundred and fifteen thousand dollars. Not an option. Who was encouraging him to sell for such a price on a highway in Koontz Lake?

But then again. She swooped back to the manic side, deciding she needed to find the way in.

“When would you like to meet me?” he asked. “You will see how well the inside will work for any business you could think to begin.”

She would walk over. “Mr. Marshall, could you be there in half an hour?” And when he said he would arrive sooner, she hurried the Newfs inside, tossed her apron after them and headed up the road.

What was she thinking? Really?

The price was all wrong. Lindsay dug through her perennial bed in Crown Point, mentally reviewing the buildings, the office in back, the pretty cottage. Central air, fans, washrooms. Wide doors, flat entry, no need for handicap access. First business from the north, right across from the restaurant.

She sat on the cold new grass to pull the now grubby theme book out of her jacket pocket and calculated again, shaking her head for the tenth time.

That was where Daniel found her, by the enormously square, white California Craftsman bungalow, not having a clue in the world how she would pull this off when facing an overhead of thirty-nine hundred dollars a month, rapidly estimated of course, which included a much needed advertising budget. She wasn’t willing to pencil in other expenses yet.

She watched Daniel cross the lawn, his limp hardly noticeable from the long ago broken left foot repaired with a pin implant. His hair shone rich mahogany with the late afternoon sun. He arranged himself next to her on the grass and gazed into her face.

“Hey, hi. What are you figuring now?”

“I looked at the complex a few hours ago. The man wants two hundred and fifteen thousand.”

He frowned. “Hey, does he have an agent to talk sense into him?”

“He has an appraisal from several years ago.”

“Based on a business with rents, or the property alone?”

“He says it’s the property alone, but I think it’s considering rental income. And there are none now, it’s closed and papered. His loss.”

Daniel nodded. “Even if there was income, you need high customer traffic to warrant that price. Not some village highway.”

“And the economy–”

“The drop in property values the last few years–”

“And there are less than four thousand square feet,” she told him.

“Really? Also, I was mistaken about auctions unless the back yard is raised–”

“That would cost. Goodness.” She wound down dismally.

Daniel was silent for a few minutes. “Tell me, what does this mean to you?”

“My new life.” No question.

He tried to read her face and she unwillingly smiled just from the intimacy. “Your new life… how?”

“Daniel, I have to get ready, you know.” She couldn’t even pretend she would be with Daniel when Sam passed on. That would be wrong.

“You have time,” he said, not looking to their future either. “Hey, focus on Sam now.”

“We’re not ready.”

“No one is ever ready, Lindsay, even when they don’t know…” He spoke from experience, she knew. His first wife died in an auto accident when he was twenty-two.

But she could tell Daniel didn’t understand what she meant about their finances. “We’re not okay, not ready with finances.”

“Hey, Sam thinks you are,” he said gently, and she shook her head seriously. “But Lindsay, his life insurance. . . ”

“Living off the income then paying taxes amounts to nine hundred dollars a month in reality. I’m figuring outlandishly high.”

“That’s it?”

“Spending a life insurance premium is ridiculous. I have to go by the interest income. At my age, I need to be preparing for serious retirement, especially since I’m going to be a widow. Sam and I haven’t been able to hang on to our investments, Daniel. You know, everything kept tearing it up. The rehab program– three times. Always LMC with Sam out of a job for months, year after year.

“Sam laid off before Haidee was born C-section and no insurance,” Daniel reminded her.

“Natalie’s surgeries with no insurance,” she said, remembering her middle daughter’s compound fractured leg, but more vividly five-year-old Haidee’s gleeful expression as she pushed her sister off the tree fort and steady-handed Daniel calling the ambulance.

“There are real reasons for you two to not be ready. I only had a couple years on him and that made all the difference for my seniority and retirement.”

“And you didn’t have three daughters,” she mentioned.

“Hey, no, I didn’t. That’s a lot right there.”

“This was the time for us to get ready now – Sam and I – but Sam is leaving. I have to do this on my own.”

She wouldn’t admit that, if Sam weren’t dying, she would still be facing financial instability and preparing for retirement on her own. She had known for some time she needed to be on her own. But now she didn’t have a decision to make when it came to leaving Sam and she was more concerned about her heart than her finances.

She didn’t have right to speak to Daniel about how she felt about him or what she and Daniel might consider after Sam was gone. She could only go on assumptions based on his actions after he knew Sam’s health situation.

For her, their two kisses all those years ago held enough insinuation for a lifetime, though maybe not for him.

Maybe he really didn’t know how she felt about him. The few times he reached out to her, she had said she couldn’t. Thousands of other moments when she felt the same need, but didn’t give him a clue. She would have thought he knew, but now he brought Margaret around. Now?

“Lindsay,” Daniel said, “you don’t have to do it all right now.”

No, no, she knew she did, no matter what the situation. She watched Daniel lean his freckled face up to the nearly setting sun, realized the cold had seeped into her hips and back. She was too old for pining after a man. Either it was, or it was not. Period.

“It takes years to develop a business,” she said, pulling up to her knees to arrange plants in the cardboard box. “That business has customers expecting to shop, especially May through summer. To remain viable, it has to be reopened before word is out that it closed.

“You know, Daniel, when I saw that closed sign I felt something click. Like an answer I wasn’t even looking for magically appeared. Like a knowing, really deep.” She felt there was more to this business than cash flow, but couldn’t even explain to herself. Compelled was her word, urgently compelled.

Daniel was looking at her. “Like someone knowing when they found real love?”

Lindsay ducked to conceal a tingeing blush. “I suppose.”

But no, she thought, no, the manic planning since she noticed the closed complex was not even close to how alive she felt when thirty-one-year-old Daniel Gordon Pumeroy walked into the restaurant to meet her. Unfortunately, that was eight months after she married Sam.

Daniel had been away for almost two years when she and Sam met and married. The Army during the aftermath of Vietnam. He was able to rehire at LMC where he was reunited with Sam through the Local Operating Engineers 597 Union. Lindsay was pregnant with Melanie Vye. Though she could hardly fathom how she got pregnant within two months of marriage since sex was practically nonexistent. In fact, there was one time only and not even on their honeymoon. But their ‘miracle’ baby was due in three months. She was not open for complications or hurting Sam, though she had been forever grateful Daniel was in their lives.

She wanted to ask to hold his hand now, but didn’t. “What are you doing over here anyway,” she asked, digging the last foxglove, which was not as dormant as she had imagined. “How did you know I was going to be here?”

“I didn’t. I’m on my way down to the auction at Niehers in Lowell.” And Lindsay thought, Margaret again. “I stopped here on the way, just to see that your real estate signs were all in place, hey, things like that. I’m going to borrow the welding torch.” Daniel had a key to Sam’s three-car garage and workshop. Sharing that man-space made them closer than brothers, Lindsay reasoned.

“Thanks for checking. You’re always so good to us,” she told him. “Sam came home from work two hours early to fish, already talking about needing a pontoon, believe that! So I was free to drive over for flowers.”

“Will you be digging long?”

“Nope. Almost done.” She checked her terse tone but all the spring green and sunset gold just as soon be mud. What was he doing with a springtime romance now, and when Sam was not well? Lindsay packed wadded newspaper around the campanula and foxglove roots to soak before she left, careful not to break the two-inch green growth ready for April showers. “Then Margaret is in the truck?” she asked, as distractedly as she could pretend.

Daniel reached over and patted her on the shoulder like she was a big old dog. “No, hey… no, Margaret isn’t in the truck. She needs her truck and trailer at the auction.”

Wrong answer, Danny, Lindsay thought. She felt positively juvenile. She grinned at him, trying to add about thirty years to her maturity level. “Well, I’m headed home to brainstorm.”

Ten minutes later, she parked the Crown Victoria on Pettibone Street on the way out of Crown Point. She took a deep breath for control but lost, leaning her forehead on the steering wheel and sobbing, never so overwhelmed in her life, never so alone, so afraid of dying of a broken heart again. Daniel being married, now that, that she could take only once a lifetime.

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One man proposed that though he does believe in reincarnation, all this talk of soul mates gives him concern that the divorce rate will rise.  He thinks people will be scrambling to get to the one person they believe is only suited for them.  Therefore, he did not want to allow this reincarnation love story on his book list.  My opinion?  Personal fears he may be dealing with for now.  It’s all right.

I think that in writing reincarnation fiction, and giving thought to this for years, I am guessing the chance of getting with your soul mate is one in a hundred.  Why so easy?  Well, to my way of thinking, we seldom get out of our soul group.  And I think our soul mate or soul twin preference is within that soul group. 

A soul group is like a task force to me.  Everyone has their job to accomplish and all are needed to pull it off.  Some do not want to get to work.  Creating more challenges for the others.  But there is love.  There is intimacy that is not understood but appreciated.

Divorce being a part of finding one’s soul mate is unfortunate.  But I will personally stay clear of that arena.  Except to say that people do have reasons to stay together, even when they know they are not with their soul mate.  People also have reason not to pair with their soul mate, especially if that soul mate is dealing with character and moral challenges in a lifetime.

What I am saying.  Love is not enough.

What I am also saying.  We can love more than one person, differently but genuine, just the same.

A Breath Floats By proves that deep love.  Speaks of the spiritual energy we, as a whole, are responsible to maintain for this world and those within.

Do divorce being the answer to getting with one’s soul mate?  Not unless everything falls in place with love.  Then love is enough.

Essa Adams is author of A Breath Floats By and develops life path guidance charts.

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BEGINNING ::: Prologue. Excerpts. Past life poem that inspired the novel

CHAPTER ONE

• Chapter One ::: Section One

• Chapter One ::: Section Two

• Chapter One ::: Section Three

CHAPTER TWO

• Chapter Two ::: Section One

• Chapter Two ::: Section Two

CHAPTER THREE

• Chapter Three ::: Section One

• Chapter Three ::: Section Two published late March

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

Reincarnation poem and two excerpts from reincarnation book…..

The Twilight

James Russell Lowell, 1819 – 1891

Sometimes a breath floats by me

An odor from Dreamland sent,

Which makes the ghost seem nigh me

Of a something that came and went,

Of a life lived somewhere, I know not

In what diviner sphere.

A something too vague, could I name it,

For others to know:

As though I had lived it and dreamed it,

As though I had acted and schemed it

Long ago…..

Prologue – A Reincarnation Characterization

From Jesus’ time to the Druid universities of Britain,

from an Ojibwe village near Lake Superior and lifetimes between.

One soul group emerges in the Midwest with differences to resolve.

Heartbreaks to attend.

Another dimension or another era?  The Circle of Time?

What is time but an illusion? And life, the illusion for the soul.

I often see all of us, the women, standing in the tunnels waiting to be helped into the boats,” said Heather Laurel, glancing at Clara Rose.  “You were there, love.”

“I don’t remember,” said Clara Rose.

“You don’t want to remember,” Maimee stated.

“We were a team,” Sam said.

“Hey, not actually meant to be with one another, as couples?” Daniel pondered.

“Will anyone ever get it?”  Thoroughly exasperated, Gooee turned away.

Excerpt CHAPTER TWO

Sometimes a breath floats by me… An odor from Dreamland sent… Goodness! Certain the front door slammed, she bolted off the bed landing in front of the French doors to the living room. Nothing, except that inexplicable cluster of light bubbles.

She crouched low and hurried to the window, screening her near nudity with the white lace sheers as she ducked behind the towering wardrobe. No one was in the yard.

She cringed from the icy fear in her spine, waiting.

Had they even gone?

Then a breath… almost a breath floated by.

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A life lived somewhere… As though I had lived it and dreamed it… Lindsay marched back into the living room to face a growing wall of light bubbles hovering in golden sunrays. They had to go. She opened her mouth–

A flash of a huge cast iron pot slammed her. A hissing fire-red vessel of water. Heart hammering, backing out too terrified to blink, her hip hit the doorframe. Yelling from the fires. Her own screaming? Fighting futilely at bruising hands hauling her toward a net. Screaming at the angry crowd intent on dipping her. She bit cloth and arm. Her gums ripped. Emptiness, floating. The lights carried her. A breath on a night wind.

Sobbing, she fell to her knees on the hardwood floor. The golden lights in her living room came closer.  Lindsay bowed her head.

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What if you realize you married your best friend’s soul mate?

If your sacred work petrifies you with glimpses of tortured deaths in past lives?

What becomes of your soul group if you do not keep your promise this lifetime?

Lindsay Davinson’s husband, Sam, has months to live. While she works to secure her family and career, she realizes one woman who supports her is vying for Sam’s heart.  Through it all, Lindsay becomes aware that her soul group needs her more than she needs them, especially Daniel.

Lindsay, Heather Laurel and Gooee deal with divorce, security, forgiveness, faith and death by using a highly unconventional interpretation.  However, their greatest challenge is the raw honesty required in facing the complexity of their love affairs.

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