Written, May 31, 2024 For The Contest, “Shape-Shifting Soul” Sponsor, Unseeking Seeker
Contest Line of Inquiry: "Here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so; Earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions, I definitely know." From the white light of death as we take our last breath, our human Souls emerge. By nanosecond surge, transformed, like butterflies- with mystic wings, each flies back home into God's Light- shape-shifting on our flight. From Earth's cocoon, we lift to our awarded gift. Be it Eternal Life, free from mortal strife; or made to live again- in flesh once more, and then- shape-shifting, growing whole through purity of Soul. Soon feel we've lived before upon a distant shore. Therefore, Soul journeys go how God directs their flow.
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