We get it. Spit three times. Knock on wood. The less thoughts about death, the better. You are born. You die. Heaven is forever. Unless. Unless you’re Hadassah Leib, whose connections with the Creator travel back to early centuries. After the death of the body, do we have a soul that gets born again? And again? Hadassah is discovering a presence not in her previous realm, and it's feeding her private tumult of confusion and denial. One thing is signals reaching her are beyond the physical.