Deeper Than That

 

 

Twin Flame Love Journey

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Deeper than Love at First sight.
THE SOUL CONNECTION IS DEEPER THAN THE EYES MAY SEE AND PERCEIVE. It is what is seen beyond the eyes that triggers our remembrance. This remembrance comes in different forms throughout lifetimes which we’ve experienced as soul on our soul’s journey. You see, it isn’t simply our bodies that are on this journey, it’s most certainly our soul’s initiation which prompted our formation and our willingness to take on human form in order to fulfill some mission we signed up for. While we may not remember the mission initially, our souls most certainly do. Which is why many times as we travel though life, we may not understand the meaning for certain occurrences, yet in retrospect we learn the meaning of the experience. So what we feel, and what we perceive are usually introductions for experiences which have yet to materialize and the meaning usually involves a much broader scope because it is heavenly. In this way there is no such thing as failure, only transcendence, only the implementation of butterfly affects which will most certainly have their way further than the eyes may see because they are steadily fueled through and by soul’s intent.
THE SOUL CONNECTION IS LOVE. What is Love? It is the very energy which ensured our safe entry on to this earth plane. It is the energy that we recognize through connection. It is consistent, patient and steadfast. It gives our minds the ability to dream and our souls the urge to travel. It brings true meaning to our lives. And so, as we walk in Love, there are doors which continuously open for the advancement of Divine mission. I’ve often heard that God will not put on us more than we can bare; it’s often resonated as truth. For as soul, we are resilient, we are open; we want to know and stay in the knowing of God through expansion as triggered through our ascension process.
THE TWIN FLAME CONNECTION IS DEEPER THAN THE EYES MAY SEE OR PERCEIVE. It is that of Love. It is a mission involving dualism. Where masculine and feminine are defined as one soul with counterbalancing present within each and every soul in human form. The duality aspect from a Twin Flame perspective is that I feel my masculine aspect was masterfully placed within the psyche as a trigger for soul remembrance. As the masculine human form makes entrance into the feminine’s sacred space, it’s merely a subtle reminder or final snippet in a puzzle which consists of mutuality. The same may be said for the feminine aspect. He recognizes the divine feminine counterpart through the counterbalancing feminine aspect within the strength of his own masculinity. And so this phenomenon is as real and as sacred as the sun rising each day, and is as natural as the sun set as well. You see, all of this is being recorded, this whole journey, and I’m beginning to learn that as we transform in this life, the opportunity to create and co-create the journey of our choice remains the same. What we decide to create will remain a conscious decision until the very day we leave this plane. And so, may all we do align with the soul’s mission, in understanding that we are more than this skin, this hair or these eyes. While I do feel that these eyes are most certainly the windows to the soul. I can literally hear what isn’t said through them at times…~ Shameika Pearson

another way of being

The full moon lunar eclipse. It was a big deal. 

In two months of no rain, clear skies and very hot, tropical weather, it was to thunder and rain precisely on the night of the eclipse - so I am unsure if anyone in the UK was able to view it when it occurred. I am sure there is a message in that for us.

It, plus the retrogrades, is bringing up so many people from my past. People I really do not feel any connection with, who actively seek me out, but then I never know what for, as the connection was broken a long time ago.

Do they reflect back to me darkness? Is it really something I need to see right in my face?

All the traits I thought I had submitted to God, they are gearing up for another round: self-centredness, aggression, victimization, using people for one's comfort, ingratitude, ignorance, ridiculing others, demeaning others, rejection, disconnection when there is sacred love to be experienced...

Being on the receiving side really feels awful. I cry big, silent tears.

Life repeats itself with major misunderstandings and projections. I am okay with all of it, because I don't feel connected emotionally to the people any longer. My auric field is more solid than it ever had been.

Cleansings are being done daily, and showers are a must. With lemon shower gel. They cord in fast and furiously.

All I have to do is realise my boundaries are much stronger, and relevant and reasonable. I isolate myself as that is the easiest coping mechanism.

Although, it makes one wonder if one is still at a lower, fragmented version of life, or is this the reflection of what was once my life?

I never know the reasons why they come back, but not really there. This online business is probably the biggest fallacy and illusion known to humans....

And, the ones I would rather spend my time and energy with...

Are nowhere to be found.

This is an energetic memo to all from my past: I am done. Ended. Not repeating this. Go find you own light and selves.

It is possible to learn the learnings in isolation.

As Rumi said in fihi ma fihi, there is the Muhammedan way of spiritual growth, whereby he was surrounded by those he needed to exercise caution and patience with, including his wives, and companions. And then there is the Jesus way to God, whereby you remain celibate, isolate and have no family. If you can't do it the first way, then by all means find Him the second way.

But the goal is always to find Him/Her and to be absorbed entirely.

That's when the personality genuinely dies, and no longer is interested in the "me" stories, no longer defensive, in separation, unheedful, all talking and no listening.

The end game is sacred Union with God. Let's remind ourselves of this.

If you're working through other challenges, please don't pull someone to you when they finally freed themselves to another way of being. And then others will therefore reflect that same respect toward you in the right time.

We are each our own powerhouses, our own energy sources - work on that

so my story needs to be something else

I have come across a short story competition. It is not the first time I have, yet now is the time for me to write once more. My ego is slowly (or rapidly, depending on the perspective) allowing the light to come through and for me to be back on track.

The point of this, as always, is not the short listing, of the thousand pound prize.

it is that I am getting to become alive once more.

A ten year death is along time to be dead, not alive, aware and also unawake.

Ten years, a lot has not happened to me. A lot has happened to others, and I sat by in the wings, watching them move from strength to strength, all the while chipping away at any self respect and assurity I had. The heaviness in my brain and in my heart was just massive for years, and some days in the last three weeks, it has been the same.

I have been under a self imposed house arrest that seems very indulgent. But I honestly do not know where to go, what to do. Why run after things if you know you won't progress?

Ever since I told him to leave me be if he can't find the courage to talk to me, he is constantly around me in the ether. I can feel his soul near mine, again. Sometimes, it merges. Not because either of us want it consciously, but my soul knows she has delayed her kundalini for a long time and it is no longer acceptable.

My life and experiences are of the mundane type, not the kind that I would announce to the world. I am more old school, I preferred the days we wrote letters to each other, I crave the time when I used to type on a typewriter.

I am remembering my mother's side of the family a lot more. I miss my grandparents, they were not afraid of showing me love.Tears fall down my cheeks at night as I remember the feeling of security wrapping around me like a blanket with my nana.

So, the real world, with all of its issues and challenges hits us in the groin every day. And I may have gone back into some sort of denial or avoidance in order to keep afloat for this time.

2017. Easier year. In the sense I can breathe, and my twin finally communicated some semblance of sense to me, so I know that I wasn't insane for seen years. I am remembering who I am, and seeing old friends dying out of my life, never to return - yet, I am alright with it at some level.

For the one who created such a complicated portrait will need to make some essential edits, or they are made by the Universe. I didn't end my friendship with N, he did. And in a rude manner. As someone else had said, I ain't got no time for that no mo'.

So, this short story.

I opened up a blank new sheet and the twin story poured out. I have written the ending. It wrote itself years ago, when I was unawake yet craving to become a famous and celebrated, adored author.

Up until this morning, I thought that would be my contribution to humanity. My twin soul story.

And then I wrote on paper (as my cousin has told me to do daily for ten minutes, along with meditation) and this is what my soul said, higher self, someone.

"it is not as though he wishes to leave her .. 5 saal jo saath mein guzre hain ... so he met her in? 2003? or 2006? 9 years, f***.

"i can't compete with 9 years.

"i can't write about someone i don't know,
something i haven't experienced
 at least in this life time

"he hides from me because he hides from himself
"over the last few years, I closed off myself because it was not helpful

"even if he had dreams, why are the others ridiculing him?
I didn't ridicule him...

"so my story needs to be something else...

So, since my story will be something that I actually have experienced, and since this particular story is more fantasy and more sadness than triumph, I have asked for guidance on what to write about, from the title to the form, to the actual scene and words.

I've lived in four different countries, have visited 5 others, I am sure somewhere inside of me there is a little treasure trove of snippets that weave a story fit for consumption for the masses.

i am aware that my introversion makes my writing very specific, and the severe depressive episodes means that my writing has been very negative. It is the result of unprocessed emotions, Scorpio energy, and just a lack of being engage inside of my own life.

You know you need to address your internal energy when you stop going out because people are beginning to annoy and aggravate you again. Pushing and shoving with such disrespect.

I have decided that, irrespective of whatever is going on with me, I shall go to the park today. Say merhaba to my arkadaslar orduklar.

The river Wandle has been so very healing for me, I sometimes can sense a faeirie presence around me and I express my gratitude that the world of the unseen is once more opening up for me. You come to a point where you just write what you need to, say what you need to, and trust that it makes sense to someone.

The world of blogging that I tried to enter into last year, I wasn't ready and I still felt I needed to remain superficial, and hide. To post every week, manage the posts and the audience.

But, tell me, would a free soul, a Sufi, one humbled towards the universe, really expect such continuity? Maybe that is why I am more a story teller than a blogger.

My posts are dark, and sometimes very furious.

I saw an article yesterday by The Independent, informing us, oh by the way, a huge iceberg has just sectioned off and broken away from the Antartic. I looked at the article and wrote, what can I say?

We just stand and watch Pacha Mama transform. There are those of us who have the energy to stand up and do something, whether it be bringing supplies out the homeless after fire breaks out.

And some of us, such as myself, wish to be there, but have difficulty getting out of bed (again).

So even the ifre against the world and it's chaos has died out. We stand and we observe.

My cousin helped me a lot in the last two weeks, healing me and supporting me as much as he could. He still hides from me as well, I think yeh koi khandani bimaari hai in my soul family, hiding from each other so we can't trust one another fully. We don't know how to be fully and truly vulnerable, and more importantly, to be okay with it.

He told me the following, and I accepted it without a fight:

I have decided to publish in a separate post what I wrote in my first draft for the short story. If this is the only place I have to unpack all the baggage before I can truly become a writer someone wishes to read, so be it .

We are always growing, always unpacking.

I can no longer pretend I will ever become perfect, but I can allow myself my own self acceptance of who I am and where I am at this precise moment.

And I dedicate this to all of humanity, so we all learn this now.