People like to say 'life's a journey.' What if that journey were an infinite train ride and we, our spirit essences, stopped on a new life. At the end of that existence our essence leaves the body on the Earth plane for the Other Side.

Years ago during a psychic reading I was told I once lived in the utopian Oneida commune in New York state. The culture of the community fostered free thinking and

our spiritual essence skip along the plane's surface like a skipped stone?

ime echoes like ripples emanating from a skipped stone. Does our spiritual essence piggy-back on the stone to manifest itself in lives during

he surface of time

There are those who believe without seeing and those who see without believing. Both are welcome. - - Bethany Moran