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By Essa Adams

A BREATH FLOATS BY begins. Go to a quiet place...

Reincarnation stories online. Novel begins here....

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.

Excerpt CHAPTER FIVE

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.