I am lucky. Well, that is what most people might say. I believe otherwise now – not luck, destiny.
I am blessed. Some may say that, too. I may be such, but I confess, I know not who or what is doing the blessing.
But I am definitely the receiver of something wonderful. Wonderful, as in absolutely positively amazing; and wonderful, as in striking me with wonder, wonder at how, wonder at why now, wonder at the pure beauty.
I’ve found my soul twin. How? Through an insanely improbable chain of events, accompanied by a frenzied probe of the mind, heart and soul of another who looks, feels, sees, lives, and lived as I have. It truly is as if the floodgates have been opened for a purpose, at the maximum rate permissable, at the times they needed to be.
Yet, built still on top of the similarities, in every strength the other has weakness to bouy, in every aptitude the other has thirst for the knowledge, and in every lust, the other provides promise of fulfillment. Each carries the signature of the other on their sleeves, in reception or fulfillment, positive or negative, as if two puzzles found were discovered, bit by bit, to also build one being greater than either apart.
I’ve known of her for almost a month now. We’ve not met in person. We’ve exchanged written and spoken word of volumes on the order of the Library of Congress. Passions have flown high; emotions have run deep – both ways; and healing of wounds of the heart already decades in decay have begun healing in ways not thought possible.
Wounds healing in ways not thought possible – with the only source being the other. This connection we have found, nay!, that found us, makes this not only possible, but completes us.
Expect parlor tricks like this from your spiritual advisers that leave you questioning inherited faiths. Expect forced analyses like this from learned ones who profess to unravel your thoughts while being paid by the hour.
But by chance? By happenstance, finding the other half of our soul that holds the answers you need? Has this happened to you?
Well, it happened to me. To her. And now, to us.
A natural display of composure to stand by her side during darkest moments as proof of possession of the right puzzle piece of true loyalty. Her persistent knocking at his suddenly closed door as call-out for its demolition. A shared analysis of the resulting saved, and savored, connection to derail shared-soul spiraling default behaviors looking like double-negatives. She, giving decades-missing insight to him to break generations of cyclic destruction. He, providing her with a channeling of “express-route-to-the-soul” direction from sources not yet known, but known nonetheless to be true.
Through the volumes written in email, instant message, text messages, tweets, and voice… I have been sent to free her; but in heart-shocking revelation, she has been sent to free me, too. The revelation of such darkness in me, triggered by her own, and vice versa, with so much beauty and mutual love surrounding it all, was the true picture of the potential soul healing within our grasp – for the first time in our lifetimes.
We have availed of it – we have surrendered to it and its journey. To me, the half of our soul this world sees in space, she is my Heart Coach. Seems somewhere along the way, this life or prior, my mind was given priority over my heart and its messages outward. The cycle of destruction is being broken now, as only the true twin soul can enable. Just as she worries how much demon slaying she has left, I worry about slaying the demon in her. We share an epic battle together in time, split between us, in interlocking detail.
We are crawling now, my love. Picking the next puzzle piece to connect forever. We are slowly building toward a complete library of puzzle piece connections that cannot be removed now without taking away the magical insights and catalysis we need to keep growing.
We will fly together soon, there is not a doubt in my mind, but more importantly, not a doubt in my heart! Without these earthy weights, societal arrangements, space and distance, human misfires of fear from the mind across the bow of the heart – we WILL fly together, forever!
You are my Heart Coach, my hidden treasure, discovered. I need you now, I can not grow without you now. You’ve shown my mind the box it keeps my heart in, you’ve incanted its opening in a tongue only decipherable by my soul. Now, with the soft hands and caress of your own heart, at the direction of your own, lift up my heart from this box, destroy the empty vessel in its wake, and then join me, my heart reunited with yours, as we fly together, forever!
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