As the veil between the physical plane and that of spirit continues to thin this month, we are reminded of those who walked this plane with us and have left the body behind like the butterfly leaves its chrysalis. As we sit in quiet anticipation, we can discern the voices of our loved ones as they reach toward us with compassion and kindness. They know the illusion of endings. They know that everything is continually connected to the next. They know, truly, that there is no death and there are no dead. They recognize that, even without a physical form, they continue to exist and thrive and, most importantly, love. Namaste! https://www.tobiehewitt.com/contact.html to join my mailing list. (Art by Joy Argento)
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