This is something I had to process after my awakening, which, and readers will see why this is relevant, was catalyzed by my lover Lindsey's death.

"...Finally, at the end of May, I came up with the ridiculous idea that Greg would go to heaven as a new soul separate from Marcus. When Anne shot that down saying that Greg would imprint on Marcus and otherwise just becomes dust in the ground, I was utterly devastated — completely destroyed — fetal position on the carpet, sobbing, fucking sobbing inconsolably. It was as if Lindsey had died all over again, but without the promise that we would be together again one day. I was broken close to beyond repair."

The next day, I'm sure with the help of Lindsey's soul and my guides beaming info into me, I had an aha moment. "I realized that for two months whenever Anne had channeled Lindsey for me, I spoke to Lindsey — not a stranger named Sitara (her soul's name) with Lindsey’s memories. So, while Marcus and all 17,042 imprints sparked my life when I die, the soul that leaves will not just comprise 1/17,043rds Greg. It will be Greg...because Greg = (17,042/17,043 + 1/17,043) =1."