Thank You For Finding Me
Here I go, beginning to do what the multiverse instructed me to do years ago. I am both excited, as well as nervous, to share my story, as most other Twin Flames who have physically-interacted before merging do not really understand us, & you know what? Thatâs okay, because we donât really understand them. Although there are some very basic foundations that include all Twin Flames, we are all different, & merge on different levels, at different speeds. This blog is being written for a target audience⌠Those with famous Twin Flames, & itâs about time this subject gets tackled by someone who has been going through this nonstop since the summer of 2013. Those who have a famous Twin, & have begun the merge, or are in the final stages of a merge, please know that you are not crazy. I write this blog for you, as most people with famous Twins fear ridicule & judgement from a lot of people within the Twin Flame community, all because they do not understand us. I write this to support you. I write this out of love & understanding. Please be proud of who & what you are. Be proud of your Twins. Itâs time for us to step out of the shadows, & into the light.
This is the âbeginningâ of my personal story. I use quotations, because my Twinâs spirit has been with me my entire life. However, I was not ready to notice him till just a few years ago.
I initially began to notice my Twin in the fall of 2012. I was recovering from a miscarriage in May, which was the darkest time in my life, & had âquarantinedâ myself from pretty much everyone in my life. I thought I had been through hell before with heroin addiction, as well as a string of emotionally & physically abusive boyfriends, but no, that miscarriage took me into a depth of depression that I had never known before. I was angry, guilty, sad, suicidal, & generally, hopeless. Being a mommy was all I ever wanted, & that had been taken from me. I didnât believe in anything anymore.
As I sat, secluded in my room, watching TV, & smoking copious amounts of high grade marijuana, a certain show, & itâs characters, was thrust into my field of vision. I couldnât believe the similarities of the situations the characters got themselves into, as well as the characters themselves, reflected my life from years before. Phrases were said that were almost word for word reflected in things I have said. There was even a scene filmed in the exact location where I tripped on acid at a Grateful Dead show back in 1993, & two of the characters in the scene were tripping balls. It was mind boggling, but incredibly entertaining. I was laughing at myself, & I was okay with it! I was finally beginning to heal through the laughter that was induced! Although the entire cast was, & is, hilarious, I began to notice one person in particular. I was not attracted to him physically at the time, but I recognized him as a kindred spirit. I saw bits & pieces of me in there. Little did I know, I was recognizing his energy. Little did I know, the multiverse was setting my ass up.
As I began to observe this person more thoroughly, I also began to notice his mannerisms, body language, etc. I had never done this so in-depth before with anyone in my life, much less a person I seemed to only âknowâ through a TV screen. I really thought I was simply one of his fans. Boy, was I wrong. I had bought the previous seasons of the show on DVD, & began watching him. By the spring of 2013, my Instagram account was incredibly well-known for my posts of scenes, memes, fan art, etc. from the show. Then one day, I began to do things without realizing why I was doing them. It almost seemed as if I wasnât physically conscious as I played each episode, rewinding, & playing each scene frame by frame. Like there was an unseen force saying, âHey! Pay attention to me!â. It was during one of these âautopilotâ moments that I noticed his eyes, & smile, for the first time. I recognized them both in a split second frame that would have gone by without a thought in the blink of an eye, if I hadnât been going frame by frame, guided by this unseen force. I initially went onto Instagram with a post of the scene, & commenting that I knew I knew this man from somewhere. I knew I had met him before. I remarked how I instantly recognized his eyes, & his smirk. I suggested in the post that I must have raved with him back in the 1990âs. He was an east coaster, I was an east coaster. I was living in the rave Mecca of the nation, so it was entirely plausible that he had come down to Baltimore for our infamous warehouse parties & clubs. I was still so third dimensional in my reasoning, & I must admit, I have to laugh at how clueless I was. Then, things began to get weird. Very, very weird.
