Water is the flow of information, in order to stay swimming theY poisoned the wells with deception, without the deception they are fish out of water.
I’ve heard you can either come back and do it all over again or go on to the next situation.
But one doesn’t know until that moment what road they will take.
My vision was of a golden spiral against the blackness of space and gold dust floating with purpose amongst.
Like creating a Hamster wheel construct to occupy our minds from discovering the mysteries of ancestral memories/knowledge?