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Twin Souls

Lovers (L4) by Siddy Lam via Flickr

Author: Madison Meadows

It sometimes happens that a man and a woman meet and instantly recognize the other half of themselves behind the eyes of each other.  The eyes have been rightly called ‘the windows of the soul.’  Even their voices are familiar to each other’s ears, like a remembered chord of music.  These are two who immediately sense the unalterable fact that they have been- are- and must always be One; even though they might have fought against their fate for centuries and struggled in vain to escape their linked destiny.  Almost at the first moment they meet and gaze upon each other their spirits rush together in joyful recognition, ignoring all convention and custom, all social rules of behavior, driven by an inner knowing too overwhelming to be denied.  Inexplicately, often without a word being spoken, they know that only through each other can they hope to find wholeness- only when they’re together can they both be Complete in every way.

Somehow, they feel Immortal, and they are, for this level of love can bestow the beginning knowledge of the attainment of several centuries longevity in the same flesh body on the Earth plane.  A man and woman who are soul mates hardly need to speak the words ‘I love you,’ knowing as surely as they do that they must belong to each other.  No man can break the tie between Twin Souls, not even themselves.  Nor can any energy in the Universe.  The force that created them is all powerful and indestructible.

This kind of instant magnetic attraction is often called ‘love at first sight,’ which is no accident of fate, but very real.  The crossing of their paths has been predestined on a Higher Level of Awareness.  Certain spiritual energies are at work to bring about their meeting.  Even when the Soul Mate is at last discovered, there are often many complications and testings of wortiness which cause temporary pain.  Only in continually and consistently practicing tolorance and forgiveness can the hurt be allivated.  Only the heart knows how to lead you into Union with the soul of the one you love.

Reference ~ Love Signs by Linda Goodman

Article Source: http://www.articlesbase.com/mysticism-articles/twin-souls-6054036.html

About the Author

I am married with two kids.  I live in Phoenix, Arizona.  I blog about my mystical/spiritual experiences I’ve had since I was a child. I share those experiences now as insight to those whom have had similiar experiences, or are just searching for a deeper meaning in their lives.


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Compulsive shopping – giving without love

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Copyright © Eva Lombardi, 2013

I once dated a compulsive gift giver. I have to admit that, at the beginning, I liked being spoiled. But I soon realized there was a problem. And I didn’t know how to deal with it. The gift giver seemed so in need of approval that I didn’t dare say how I felt about the vast majority of the stuff he bought. He seemed to give it with love, and I loved him very deeply. So it just didn’t seem appropriate to tell him my feelings about most of the stuff he gave me. To make matters worse, he claimed to be a devout Christian. He said it was his “mission” to give.

I pretended to like it. No, I even compelled myself to like it. Because, as I say, deep down he was a beautiful person and I really did love him. Who cares, I thought, if his tastes are a bit different from mine? I can live with “made in China” factory replicas scattered all over the house. And a gift is a gift is a gift, I would tell myself.

I don’t know if it always happens in situations like this, but I got a bit infected with the shopping bug myself. I started buying and giving cheap stuff too. Nothing like him. But it did rub off a bit. Meanwhile, he kept on with his onslaught of shopping and giving. After a few years I got maxed out, uncomfortable, but still felt I had to pretend to like what the “holy giver” decided to buy and give.

English: I took this picture myself.

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Soon after, the holy giver dumped me. He didn’t even have the decency to do it in person. No, the holy giver dumped me over the internet. And just a few weeks before that terrible day he gave me two full bags of stuff for Valentines Day. My head didn’t know he was going ditch me but my heart was trying to tell me. It felt so terribly empty and wrong, opening those Valentine’s gifts. I could sense the absence of love in stark contrast to the two bags of stuff he’d given. One of the gifts felt like a mockery of who I am and what we once shared.

The Valentines Day card that came with the bags said he loved me. I thought, “Well, I guess he loves me, it says so right here…” You see, he’d been cold and sullen toward the end, and making excuses for not getting together. Looking back, the words in the Valentines card were more like something a 12 or 13 year-old-would write. Like someone in love with their own writing instead of loving a real person.

Now I see it was a sham. The gift giving was more about his being in control, along with the temporary thrill he got from buying and giving. It had little to do with real love or some kind of holy mission. I was just an object to justify his compulsive shopping and giving.

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Even after he dumped me he threw in more new stuff when returning my belongings. And strangely enough, he told me how carefully he’d packed all my things so they wouldn’t get damaged! Right… my things. What about the heart ripped to pieces?

I don’t know about others, but whenever I’m betrayed, I’m dumfounded for a while and don’t see things too straight. If I really liked or loved the betrayer I see from their angle for a while. I imagine it’s a temporary coping mechanism. I initially deny that I’ve been betrayed. I want to believe that the emotions and trust I invested in that person weren’t all in vain. But over time I pull back and get a better perspective.

Now I see it clearly. No real love, support or adult concern for my hopes, dreams and feelings. But lots of compulsive shopping and giving, along with countless greeting cards, each expressing flowery sentiments that, in the end, proved to be a joke. A sad joke.

But it’s not all bad. On the plus side, I’m a whole lot wiser. Hopefully my next partner will be happy to share real love, and not just a steady stream of things.

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