Harris paints a portrait of his mother. For some reason, he feels no more anger towards her, only love and a sense of peace. Angel Adhira had explained to him that all his negative feelings he felt on Earth would evaporate and he’d be filled with pure love. “This is why it’s called Heaven,” she had told him. “Heaven is Love.”
isInstead of the dark tones he had chosen in his previous incarnation, he paints with warm pastels. His mother Isobel is smiling, her chestnut hair cascading down her back. She wears a summer dress while she works in the rose garden in the back of her house. Harris knows this is who she truly is. Her path was thwarted by life’s events: wealthy distant parents who were rarely home, leaving their only child in the care of a nanny. She was raised without love and conseq
