I somehow recall and remember it all that here in the present, in the eternal now, is where resurrection of the self takes place.

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Where the soul, weary and forlorn, can cry out for nourishment be heard and filled.

   

Where knowledge and wisdom gained from pain and terrors of past hells and short glimpses of heaven, are seen not as external manifestations, grandiose delusions of the seer, but as mystical visions of one who has found the truth of paradise within.

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Excerpt from Catherine Penney's poem Transmigrations. Read the full poem here.