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by E. V. Kantor (Author)
Life, death, rebirth. The circle of which we see one, fear another and hope for the third. However, there is a fourth corner of the circle (who says circles don't have corners?) where we are no longer confined by our bodies, yet remain connected. This is a story of spiritual development gained through love, hate, sacrifice and fear. A recognition of the fact that materials matter only to the extent that they serve our karmic goals, everything else fades. Consciousness forms the identity we create for ourselves and once it is gone, it forces all of us to see that we are not who we think we were. Our travels between the realms are separated by nothing but a spark, which illuminates the endless void of energy waiting for us to return home, to our timeless presence. This is a world of imperfects and it is perfect like that.
