06/08/2026
And now, please accept with warmth a small excerpt from my forthcoming full‑length novel, From the Alec Balanchard's Death.
"… As I’ve mentioned before, we exist on several planes at once, though only a few are truly aware of it. Someone may be a postman in the material world, yet on another plane they are a healer or a teacher. They have lived many lives, but the connections only become clear when their level of consciousness finally allows them to perceive and comprehend it all. Only then can they unite their separate experiences.”
“What happens when the mind finally brings together everything it has learned across all planes?” I asked.
“That is the moment when your being no longer desires further experience, because it has lived through everything there is to live. Every earthly sensation — sexual, powerful, possessive. It has wandered through the great spiritual cul-de-sacs, and learned what genuine mastery over mind and body feels like. It has known the allure and the pitfalls of existing as pure energy, and then the laws of ever more refined realms.
Only then are you able to reconnect with the whole — the only true existence.”
“So that’s why we are born and die over and over again,” I murmured, staring into the distance. The seed of understanding was already there, but I felt I needed one final nudge for everything to fall into place.
“It is essential,” he said, “because you must exhaust every desire and every fear within you. You must live through the depths of wrongdoing and consequence, so that you can be cleansed and reborn in spirit. To understand that ‘sin’ is nothing more than experience — something the soul must acquire. The soul does not err — it learns.
And purification is not punishment, but recognition.
Each rebirth is not a return, but an unfolding: it expands consciousness and opens the door to new experiences. And in the end, what you now perceive as ‘you’ dissolves into a greater unity — and for the soul, that is not a loss, but a long‑awaited fulfilment.”
My old friend’s words lifted weights from my shoulders — burdens I had scarcely realised I was carrying. Everything I had once thought of as sin, everything I had wished to hide or bury, was in truth part of the path towards individual growth and wholeness.
I understood the purpose of death. Without it, we would simply run in circles like a hamster on a wheel, endlessly spinning through time with no way out.
And I understood, too, that losing those we love is not an ending, but an opening: a chance to meet them again, and to share a deeper, more complete connection…"
- Alec Blanchard's Death -
