EVE answers "Why did we choose to come back to Earth AGAIN?"

Question: Why would we choose to come to Earth again after so many disappointing lifetimes?
Answer: "It's like solitaire, in past lifetimes on Earth you've been playing losing hands, but you chose to incarnate in this lifetime to witness a winning hand, in which everything falls into place perfectly, and you can see the design in it, and you KNOW and can FEEL your part in it this time, and when it's over and you feel a great amount of satisfaction you do it again!" - EVE Featherstone

NOTE FROM EVE - There is no secret to solitaire, just as in lives. There is no winning formula. Our hands are different every time, but within us, there is a drive to play again, and we get pleasure from the little fast moving runs, and are dumbfounded by the blocks, but the blocks are just your signal to start again. The same desire to play, no smarter, no different, just an instinctual drive to play. After we witness this winning hand, however, we may choose to put the deck down for awhile and create in other realms with more magical qualities . . . there are no absolute rules or wisdom in playing. The wisdom is, you play this alone, and you will never lose your desire to play, as an infinite being, you will never tire of it and never perfect it. Solitaire is the only way to represent it to you, as it has to do with the "sacred geometry of chance"*.
*credit to Sting for the song "The Shape of My Heart"

"Shape Of My Heart"

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
[Studio version:] The hidden law of a probable outcome
[Live version:] The hidden laws of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the Jack of diamonds
He may lay the Queen of spades
He may conceal a King in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear a loss

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart