There was nobody there. I walked away from the memories.
I saw layers of humanity superimposed on each other throughout time, always here, always now! Energy in motion, constant flow, a pulse, the pulse of the Mind Essence, of the Spirit.
Namaste!
I met with my sister C___. She is doing well, a survivor. I might see her again, if the Spirit allows.
Miramar Beach — Entrance to estuary
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