![]() ![]() ![]() She’s a kind of spokesperson for the spirit world. There’s no fixed period between incarnations, but my channeler told me- Though he said he came from San Diego, California, Susan could detect no trace of suntan. He wore jeans, a red T-shirt, and a gray anorak, its shoulders darkened by the rain. ![]() His fine red hair had a gossamer quality that reminded Susan of spiders’ webs. He looked as if the lightest breeze would blow him away. He was a remarkably intense young man, Susan noticed, thin to the point of emaciation, with glittering green eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. How do you know it was nineteen sixty-six? Susan asked. Jerry Singer had given his age as thirty-one, which meant that he had been murdered a year before he was born. That makes it exactly thirty-two years ago this week. She tried to keep the skepticism out of her voice. When she looked down, she noticed that she had doodled an intricate pattern of curves and loops, a bit like Spaghetti Junction, during the few minutes she had been talking to Jerry Singer. I was murdered.ĭetective Constable Susan Gay made a note on the yellow pad in front of her. But it’s the last one I’m telling you about. They say that each human being has lived about twenty incarnations. ![]() AND EXACTLY HOW many times have you died, Mr. ![]()
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