I was reminded today that when the man I think is my twin text messaged me on my phone for the first time ever in 2012, it was at 11:11 pm. I was so taken aback, as I was calmly tucked in bed, not thinking of much, and my (then-clamshell-style phone) buzzed into my quietude, I opened the phone, and BAM. 11:11 stared at me and caused my heart to leap and then pound. There was something that was excited inside of my heart in that moment. “Could it be…?” I wondered.
So, in my most recent post a few days ago, I wrote the following:
I have heard nothing since, and as I know he is now engaged (he’s not written this, but I saw a ring on his KS*’s finger and she posts wedding stuff all the time on Pinterest), I don’t expect to hear anything at all any time soon. I am, on the surface of things, a persona non grata in his eyes. (emphasis added)
Well, I heard from the TF. I am not a persona non grata. *eating crow pie*
Here’s how it happened.
The TF has left his post overseas to go to another one. It appears through data I saw from social media that it was not voluntary, but that he was “let go” of one position and is either accepting another, or is in transition to coming back to the U.S. As a result, he is active on Facebook and Messenger because of his new location.
I saw he was on Facebook yesterday, and received a clear and strong direction to message him “NOW” and I recognized the direction of my Soul in it. So, I reached out on Facebook with a small and friendly message on Messenger, and it was received very well and very kindly. It was a brief exchange, but satisfactory, respectful, and kind. I felt like it was a bit of (maybe a *lot* of) a sign that I have been doing my work. I’m actually in a bit of disbelief about it, still (“Did that even happen?!”). I even had a dream the night before this happened about him (where he walked off on me in a situation, lol — had to laugh at that). Anyway. It is more “chop wood, carry water” as my job situation is in tatters (it is interesting that his is changing right now, too).
I know have a lot more work to do. I know I need to continue to let go of the outcome. I am doing that to the best of my ability. But what was so cool was to see the evidence that the hard work *does* pay off, letting go *does* pay off, and walking the tightrope of surrendering the outcome but connecting through the heart *does* work. I’m beginning to think there is something to this eclipse dealio that is happening today, too 😉 (I’m saying that a little tongue-in-cheek. Last year’s Blood Moon eclipse was a doozy. It’s when my TF and his KS got together). I’ve gone back into “Surrender Mode” (I know that is the best place to be), but my whole being is saying, “Huh. Whaddaya know?”
KEEP DOING THE WORK. As they say in AA, “It works if you work it.” Yup.
I will keep you posted. Only forward.
*KS = karmic soulmate
I am on the struggle bus tonight.
I’m not even sure where to begin. It’s been about 10 weeks since my last post, and a lot has happened with how the summer has progressed in my TF tale.
In July, my TF joined his karmic soulmate (KS) at her home after going on leave from his job overseas. This was on the July 4th weekend. For five weeks, I watched as they posted the fun things they were doing on social media until he went back to his job overseas at the beginning of August.
The last couple of weeks of June (my last post was on June 14), I was shown many things that allegedly were going on with the TF and his KS. I was led to observe things on social media, and discern what was going on. I was led to write a few messages via email to my TF on June 5, 11, 16, and 19th (the last one I sent, besides one FB comment and a few likes, which I have stopped as of this week). In this time, I also wrote the post here — it was a very active time just after the New Moon on June 4. I felt that my HS and Co. were asking me and guiding me to be in communication this way during this time frame.
The June 5 message was a confession/explanation I was given by HS and Co. to tell him we are definitely TFs. On June 11, I sent a Tarot reading that I was prompted to do and share. June 16 was a short message to say nothing woo-woo but that I was thinking about him. June 19 there were a couple of messages, one that was expressing a blessed Full Moon solstice to him, and also a clip from Braveheart where Murron (Marian) MacClannough comes to him in a dream and says to “Wake up.”
At last, on July 2, just before he returned to the U.S., I sent a message about the movie Gladiator. The last time I heard from him, on March 3, was about his watching this film.
I have heard nothing since, and as I know he is now engaged (he’s not written this, but I saw a ring on his KS’s finger and she posts wedding stuff all the time on Pinterest), I don’t expect to hear anything at all any time soon. I am, on the surface of things, a persona non grata in his eyes. (I’m about to be really mean here, but I don’t even think he’d know what that is. So sharp and astute about so many things, language is not one of those things. He writes “kewl” for “cool” for chrissakes. Who does that?! I know, I know — I am supposed to move into non-judgement and unconditional love. I have a hard time doing that with my shared-soul counterpart in certain areas. That and he posted something from Sarah Palin’s FB page the other day. GAAAAAHHHHH. So gross I can’t handle it at times.)
YES. I am well aware this sounds like stalker shit, and in a way it is. It’s been something my HS and Co. have had me to in order to figure out my next steps of purging and processing and…
I am now in a serious phase of letting go. It started a couple of weeks ago when I consulted with Sonia Evans of 10 of Cups Ministries. I’m not going to link back here because I want this to remain anonymous, but for anyone who may read this, I can say she is an excellent healer and I am so glad I contacted her. Just type in 10ofcupsministries and add a “dot org” at the end and you are all set. Her YouTube channel is amazing, too, by the way. I can tell that there is an inner shift when working with her and her material, even if I have not seen the physical manifestation of the work, yet.
The hardest part, though, the part that has me on the struggle bus at the moment, is confronting my inner high heart and its knowledge, versus what I see in the 3D, which is a TF that is less-than-stellar (he’s a bit of an asshole, truth be told). Plus there is that he is with a KS.
Right now, today, it’s the anniversary of when they got together and decided to be in a relationship.
Most of 2015, I was writing my TF regularly via email while he was in his job location overseas. It’s a tough location, fraught with violence. Things got weird in July 2015, when he was engaging in sexual banter with me until one day he popped up and, as best as I can remember (I’ve since deleted the correspondence via a chat and phone app), was adamant about “not wanting a relationship with anyone.” As it was, we mended some fences after I had “email words” with him about how we were technically “in a relationship” as we were engaging in a relationship as friends, but not an exclusive dating-style one, I knew. He knows there is a soul connection, though, and I was referring to this when I said he was writing B.S. about “not being in a relationship” with me. I know now to call it a “connection” and not a relationship, since there is nothing normal about relating to a TF. It is not a “ship” upon which to have a relation, it is more like a mostly-unwanted connection that is souped up with karmic debris and the “fear mirror” — seeing all your worst fears mirrored in the person’s actions towards you. Except that it is also DEEPLY wanted, because the soul knows what the soul knows, and like it or not, this being walking around in a meat suit happens to have your very soul wrapped up in their container of a body.
We got together physically (not sexually, but I mean face-to-face) for the first time since May 2014 almost on the date of the Lion’s Gate (8/8, but we met on the night of 8/7) of 2015. We talked for hours, went bar hopping, had a deep conversation about how we both recognized there was such a strong connection. He asked me where I thought things were going, and I said that we needed to stay in touch and see what the future held. I “saw” him in it.
By August 27, he was letting me know he’d met the parents of “his girl” and on August 30, he informed me they were in a relationship.
That was exactly one year ago.
I’ve been struggling with re-feeling the pain, the surprise and shock, the rejection. It’s continued this past year to be an opportunity to purge, to transmute, to overcome, to focus on myself, to love unconditionally (which I find really, really, really hard when he has been a real ass to me, plus the whole “kewl” thing and its ilk).
I have been learning so much about how to negotiate this TF path. But I have to say I am so good and goddamn tired of the past decade of being on this path, and seeing no earthly 3D results except painful experience after painful experience. There have been some doozies, too, like being pulled away from my youngest son for four years. Two divorces. The past four years of dealing with “this guy” who is a flake, and who has been emerging as my TF slowly but certainly since October 2012 and who has caused no ending of disappointment after disappointment. I hate that I am so attracted (and by this I mean “magnetically drawn”) to him, like I can’t even help it…
For the first time in a long while, thoughts crossed my mind about ending the struggle. As in: purposely getting off the struggle bus and heading back “up there” to return for another round of “down here.” You know. *makes motion of drawing finger across neck to indicate death and a gurgling sound in my throat*
I haven’t felt that way in a fairly long time, long enough that I forgot how despair can feel so naked, painful, and raw. It’s the feeling that you just want to STOP, at any cost, with any method.
At this current moment that I am writing, I’m over the worst of it, I think. And as soon as we get over this upcoming New Moon eclipse and eclipse season, I think the pressure will be somewhat off (god/dess I hope so). I came close, though. I was having “ideations” about how and where to do it. I started to think about how to close social media accounts and how to write to people about my need to exit.
It’s been a bad week.
There are other small things such as joblessness and rent being due that are pressing on me, too. You know, just small stuff. (LOL. Obvs. written in sarcasm font.)
This is truly a difficult phase. The 3D person of my TF makes me think that I have had it all wrong, that there is no way he could be the TF and there is no way he is going to leave the KS. (And really, would I even want him to? He’s not exactly feeling like a “prize” I want to “win.” It’s more like, “She can have him because: ewww.”). My continued lack of a mission and lack of prosperity has had me thinking that I am doing it all wrong, and that there is nothing I can do to create a better situation for myself and that none of this is EVER GOING TO HAPPEN because it is just impossible.
A year ago, during the eclipse season last September (the Blood Moon one) I was given a story about my TF about what was going to happen in the future. I thought it was going to be this year, earlier in the year (from February to July), but I’m shown it might be in the next few months when he is overseas (until February of next year, if he follows the same schedule as before). I was told that I need to be prepared for the TF and KS to possibly get married — and that for sure they would be engaged, which I see is the case now (a year later).
But it was what I was told after that which causes me to “wait and see.”
I helped the TF through a very harrowing medical experience back in 2014. We spent around 6 weeks daily together in a very intense situation with an injury to his back and I was helping him night and day with this injury until he could have surgery. We bonded in this time, and I was shocked at how after a total of 12 weeks (the weeks before and after his surgery totaled 12) more or less in a “relationship” (or a very intense experience where I could feel his love and appreciation), he said he did not want a relationship at that time — that he did not want to be in anything exclusive with me, even after what had transpired. I backed out that time, knowing I deserved much, much better than he could give and I was not going to just be a “good time girl.” He completely flaked on me, and I was not going to be caught up in the humiliation of that. There’s more — my son was also hospitalized at the end that time, and the TF seemed to not give a shit about it. It was pretty gross the way he bailed…
But I completely bonded to him in that time. I didn’t know he was the TF, but in hindsight, I can see there were indications that he was (also, I still believed that my third ex was my TF at that time. I was expecting a “divine counterpart” at best, and I didn’t see that this person — the man about whom I am writing now — could be anything other than perhaps a karmic situation).
I was told in September 2015 that he is going to be injured overseas, maybe in a similar way as he was in early 2014 (i.e., back trouble). I have been shown it will be like a lightning bolt to his head. Maybe a literal one? I do not know. I’m always shown the Tower card from the Tarot in regards to this. It could be an actual lightning bolt. It could be an explosion of some kind (possible in his location).
“They” (HS & Co.) said that it would be a situation of contrast between how I treated him during his injury and how either the KS or others treat him; essentially, that he will “wake up” to the nature of our having one soul; he will realize the truth of it, and will see everything clearly for what it is and his reality will be altered forever. It’s possible he is going to have an NDE, which, given his current work location, is not a stretch to believe.
However, I’m honestly at the point where I think that I made this all up (the whole, huge Chipotle-sized burrito) and that there is no way that this could happen. It’s just wishful thinking – the kind of wishful thinking that only the spurned in limerence have.
I linked it in above. Check it out, though:
Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a romantic attraction to another person and typically includes obsessive thoughts and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship with the object of love and have one’s feelings reciprocated….Limerence has been defined by one writer as “an involuntary interpersonal state that involves intrusive, obsessive, and compulsive thoughts, feelings, and behaviors that are contingent on perceived emotional reciprocation from the object of interest”. (Wikipedia, “Limerence”)
I mean, wow. Doesn’t that sound like most people claiming they have TFs? Doesn’t that sound a LOT like me in this post here?
It’s gross, IMO. Limerence is slimy, covered in boogers and mucus. It’s the female version of Pepé le Pew; it is clingy, disgusting obsessiveness.
I have to say that this is a lot of what the TF experience is like and I am really trying to let go of it as much as possible. It’s feeling right now that I will never be able to let this go, that I will never clean off the clingy boogers of this whole TF deal, and I hate that my HS & Co. conspires to make sure that I am sticking in limerence in the name of “holding space” and “loving the soul of the TF” and “trying to connect with the 5D version of my TF.”
I mean, REALLY.
My eyes are rolling back so far into my head I am getting a headache.
But fuck me, I hope that damn story is true, and that one day he actually wakes up and realizes. I wish I didn’t. But I do.
The call to let go of this outcome is upon me, though. I was doing okay with that until the anniversary of his getting together with his KS, the trauma of that, plus the trauma of having gotten another TF story (they did this with my TF Catalyst, too — a huge burrito of a FALSE story that led me overseas and away from my kids for four years). I have a lot of triggers around this, can you tell? *rueful laughter*
So I came here to write. I came here to put words to it, to purge myself of these ridiculous tales. To alleviate the pressure that brings such depths of despair.
I don’t even know if anyone is ever going to read this. But I had to get it off my chest, to release it to the universe. Besides, I have felt like recording the whole thing. Just in case.
Meanwhile, I board the struggle bus again tonight. I think it is going to drop me off soon, hopefully in a few days after the eclipses — maybe not until the end of September. I am sure if and when my TF and his KS get married, I will be back here, trying to exorcise the demons again. At least I know that likely won’t be until February as he is overseas until then (unless there is another surprise awaiting me with this. The KS was posting pics of a Christmas wedding on Pinterest at one point. I don’t think he’ll be back, but then he is in limbo with the job and no offer letter as of last week. That may have changed…).
I just want it to stop, though. All of it. I don’t know how much more of this I can take… Meanwhile, I wait, simultaneously letting go and holding on. Breathing in and breathing out, one day at a time, one moment at a time.
Over and Out.
Calliope the Muse
I’m not even sure where to begin… My last post here was in October of 2013 at the end of a cycle and the beginning of a new one (as I now understand).
The short version: Over the past two-and-a-half years, I have discovered that the man to whom I was married and with whom I lived with for four years and a month was not, is not, my true twin flame. The post I wrote in October of 2013 is the time I describe as “the day my brain broke” and all illusions fell away.
The next January, in 2014, I met the man I believe is my true TF. I didn’t fully accept this until this past week, lol.
The relationship with my former husband I now understand was a catalyst relationship and a deep soulmate contract to help heal one another. And for a myriad of reasons that have been shown to me in the past two-and-a-half years, I needed to step into the belief that he was my TF. The biggest of those reasons is that, most of all, the TF journey is one of self-discovery and self-healing in order to be ready to take on the mission, the calling, of being a TF within, first and foremost.
Let me emphasize that once more: the TF journey is one of self-discovery and self-healing in order to be ready to take on the mission, the calling, of being a TF within, first and foremost.
That’s the short version.
I guess the details are not so important about how I came to these conclusions, but I have come to those conclusions, and mostly I wanted to come back here today because I have had another HUGE breakthrough in the multiple breakthroughs that started in January of 2014, and that is the one I received last night:
I AM WORTHY.
This message came through this couple here: Nikki and John – Starseed and JB. They are just the most recent TFs I have encountered online in what I have seen is a virtual explosion of TF couples rising up, SO many more than when this journey began for me ten years ago in October of 2006. The information that is bursting out all over the internet about the topic of TFs is incredible. Not all is credible, at least not for me, but I have taken what I have needed for the journey, put it into my Fool’s knapsack, and carried on.
I decided to come here today to reassert that I AM WORTHY of my Twin Flame physical union, I AM WORTHY of my Twin Flame non-physical everlasting union, I AM WORTHY of all good things, and I AM WORTHY of creating more good things, not only for myself, but for my twin and for the world at large.
The message also came through watching the film Braveheart for the first time since the 1990s after seeing it first in the theater and then on the VHS tape I had for many years. I stopped watching it after I no longer had a VHS player.
I witnessed for the first time post-awakening to my TF journey how much the film is about a TF reunion in physicality. When I saw this initial scene in the movie, I realized:
Murron/Marian gives Young William a thistle flower in comfort and condolences for the death of his family, and it is the first time they recognize one another.
This is my twin’s favorite film.
Back to my own worthiness. I feel I have had a breakthrough in understanding just how WORTHY I am of completing the dance of TFs pre-union and of physically manifesting the full union in service to others.
I don’t have more time to write extensively about this now, but I wanted to mark this date as the day I realized I am worthy. Also of note: for the first time I can remember afterwards, I dreamed of my twin. It wasn’t anything romantic or sexual, but I dreamed of him. We were on a military mission together. I had him on a kind of sat-com unit, I think (I’m not in the military but my twin is — sort of — and so are my roommates and so I know what sat-coms are), or maybe it was just an ordinary cell phone. I was in the middle of a really important mission and I was speaking in rapid-fire one-word responses to what he was saying on the phone. I remember letting him know that time was brief and I had to get off the phone ASAP. Then I woke up.
A couple of months ago, I stopped smoking because I have been hoping to manifest more dreams and telepathic communications that I know started up in earnest in March, around the 28th or so. I am noting these things here so I will be able to remember later. I have stopped drinking coffee. I have begun to focus my attention on anything I can do to be in my utmost healing and wholeness in order than this union might come to pass.
All right. I really have to go now. But I wanted to come back as I am putting my old tinfoil hat firmly back into place, and joining with the other insane twins on the planet who are coming together to manifest their unions, and in solidarity with those other crazies who are living in partnership now.
What a long, strange road it’s been…
Over and out for now.
Calliope the Muse
It’s been nearly eight months since my previous post, and much has happened since that time.
In some ways, things prior to the September Equinox were very volatile, the energies really restructuring so very much, new things came into my life only to be exposed as mere resonances of possible things to come and false starts — and just a shit-ton of disappointments in my personal life. My beliefs, my hopes, my dreams: all of them are rather in tatters, having been blown apart completely. (And I understand this can be something necessary and integral, so I “get it,” but that does not minimize the pain involved of seeing your every understanding of what was supposed to be — through clairvoyant and other means — simply be ripped entirely away. After seven years of daily mental reinforcement of “YES! This IS how it will be!”, it’s not the “story” anymore, and I don’t have an explanation or replacement tale. I just am. Here and now, not really caring too much anymore about what’s ahead.)
On the brightest, lightest side of things, the reunification process with my son, who will be eight years old in one month, has been successful. We shall be moving forward into a regular parenting time plan and schedule, and I can resume being his mother, in full, on my own time, with no therapist overseeing the process. At least that is what I can project into what semblance of a future I “see” (and that is not so far ahead, truth be told).
But then there is my TF, and how horribly things stand with him. I have had to stop all communication with him because of the deep, deep damage that has come about inside me from his falling out of love with me and rejecting me in his life. The “running stage” — as I understand there may be stages to this “reunification.” On the good side, this rupture has meant that I can reunify with my son, but on the down-side, it appears all the things that my higher self communicated to me in 2006 and 2007 are just plain flat out *wrong* — or, perhaps were “readjusted” because of free will and the overall global ascension process. I am not sure. It looks from all indications that this rupture, running, and separation is a permanent state of things to come. I’m getting no indication except to let go as best I can.
Sure, it is not over until the “fat lady sings,” but I believe I am at the point where I actually *should not* hope for a further reunification with my TF because to do so would be making myself into a doormat and into someone who believes it is okay for someone to treat her as “less.” Unhealthy is unhealthy, even in a TF connection. And I deserve more. I deserve an evolved relationship, not one where someone checks out entirely from the relationship and treats me with disrespect and dishonor.
First, I am so sorry about the loss of your TF on “this side” of life/living.
I, too, have been living out a TF story in this ascension process for the past seven years. I have been ripped away from my TF in this dimension, not by death but by life/life choices/stages of the TF reunion. I actually married him in 2011 (he’s my third husband) but he lives in another country (he’s American but his whole life and work have been out of the country for over 20 years) and I had to come back to the U.S in 2012 (through uncontrollable and complicated circumstances). He has decided he [is] not in love with me anymore and that he [cannot] and [will not] join me here in the U.S. We’ve been through a lot of hell in the past years, and he still does not recognize me as his TF. He’s currently trying to date other women, and has a crush on someone he hopes to ask out.
At this point, I am more or less resigned that this is a stage of the reunification where he has run from me and the relationship, perhaps permanently in this lifetime/this timeline. Also, he has a lot of work that needs to be done on his own even still — and probably me, too. Denise’s latest post at High Heart Life has helped me understand more about why it’s separation here and now. This part has to be walked alone.
I have to say this: The TF journey is kind of a horrible one, from this side of it! (Meaning: in duality, in this dimensional timeline on earth — the one that is changing, but currently still appears to be the same.) I don’t know what is worse: to know and have the love of your TF and him talking to you, but having crossed over, and no ability to feel or touch physically, or to know your TF is still walking the planet but does not want anything more to do with you… It’s all pretty bad from this side of it when TF’s are separated, for whatever reasons. It brings back all those “separation issues” from incarnation, in my opinion.
I’m so sorry you have to go through what you are. But I do understand it, in a way.
At this point, I realize that in fact, due to the issues of my TF, I am better on my own to increase my own frequency at this point. There were many ways in which it was not a healthy relationship and was very imbalanced in my giving more to it and his giving less (not so much his “fault” — just the issues that have been driving him for years. I’ve been doing conscious healing of my issues for years, and he just started a short time ago). From being with him, I learned a lot about boundaries and taking care of myself. He found sobriety from alcoholism. All in all, it’s growth we both needed. It’s not been for nothing.
I have come to a similar conclusion it seems you have from reading your comments and posts here: the only way to meet again in wholeness is to pass forward into the new and into the next thing, whatever that is. Sometimes I think I will never get over meeting and being married to my TF, but not with him now. But then other times I realize there is a hope and future with the knowledge that I connected with him for a time, and now may face a few decades doing something else, even in the transition to another earth dimensional frequency. I will be okay being on my own. There is a future, and it can be a good one.
In any case, my biggest hope for you and for me, having once known our TFs but now not being able to be with them in the here and now: I hope that we move forward into love and into light, knowing that we are also okay on our own, progressing always forward, guided by that love and light.
My heart goes out to you, and I hope that you can continue to process your losses and gains with the crossing over of your TF.
Calliope the Muse
The funny thing is, some of the TF energy was surrounding me this past spring (March into May) and prompted me into a summertime relationship (May to August) with someone I have known online for several years. It developed very quickly and equally devolved rapidly (it became rather a nightmare, in fact, with his inability to let go — some real mental and heart issues there — and he was harassing me after I said I did not want to pursue the relationship further). The worst thing was I HOPED, and those hopes were completely let down. It seemed this relationship could be an answer to the separation with my TF: that there would and could be a future with someone else. In fact, all it did was highlight how much I miss the good parts of the person who is my TF here in this lifetime, and how I hoped for that story to come true. It was a pretty depressing realization, and I have been living with the fallout of that through August and September. I hit a huge wall of grief with regards to my separation from my husband/TF. And I got the definitive words from him that he does not want to stay married, and he wants to be with someone else.
I really don’t know where I am going from here. I have to say this: I am just fine with that “blank slate” on the one hand. I really cannot let go of much more in this lifetime. I think letting go of my TF story is bringing me to have the ability to be that person free of ALL ballast to move forward to the next thing in this ascension shift. It’s the “last bastion” to fall.
But I also have no desire to stay here, no desire to move forward with 3D Planet Earth. I love my children, but they already have had to separate from me, too — I’m only back in their lives because it became obvious I was supposed to be. Of course, this is not a suicidal thought: I am where I am, and I know by now to change that through a selfish act like suicide is a fool’s errand. But what I mean is that I think I am ready. Ready for the new, whatever it is. There is nothing of the old that is holding me back any more.
I hope at some point I will see this as a gift. The only remaining thing is the deep sadness and grief that I feel. Maybe once that is passed through, then I really will be free to create some kind of a future for myself. But as for now, I simply exist, and try to pass the time as best I can doing what is necessary to survive in 3D.
Copious amounts of watching the new Doctor Who has quite literally saved me. Traveling with a Time Lord and seeing all the vastness of the universe, plus the love he has for the Earth and her people has helped me quite a lot, actually.
That’s all. Don’t know if anyone is actually reading this stuff, but it sure has helped to put things out on virtual paper today.