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Choose a Man who will Serve your Soul.
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“Your openness draws your man into you more deeply, and you feel him more fully inside of your heart. He relaxes his fears and enters you with more love, and you relax your fears and receive him more fully. Eventually, you both surrender so completely that there is no guarding or holding back at all.
Sex becomes unbounded love.”
You are awaken in a way that no longer draws an ordinary man.
Wise woman, wild woman, ancient muse of artists and poets, you crave a partner who can discern your siren call.
You’ve been the shadow that’s slipped past him on moonlit walks, when he’s been searching his heart. He’s reached out to grasp you but the time was never right.
Like a wisp of wind, you’ve eluded him on his journey toward enlightenment.
Perhaps he was not ready, perhaps you weren’t either, while you’ve been soaking your bones in mystery and reading sacred texts, he’s also been feeding his mind with poetry and prose.
Perhaps while you’ve been listening to the whispers of forest spirits and leaning against wise old trees, he’s been a step or two behind you, aching for the sound of your steps on the sodden moss.
Wild woman, spiritual seeker, choose a man who will feed your soul.
You have seen him in the cards, he’s illusive but he’s real. He’s a challenge, he’s unafraid to speak his mind. He’s a man who knows his path.
You need a man whose strength is in more than his hands. You need a man whose character makes your heart pound, your body lose control.
He’s the kind of man who will drink your essence but who won’t worship you, because he knows how real you need to be.
He’ll admire your fire, he’ll melt at your touch—he’ll enter your soul through your eyes.
He’ll understand your independence, the many times you’ll leave his side. He’ll follow if you ask him but keep his dreams his own. He’ll tie you down only when you ask it, and then, he’ll do it well.
A man who feeds your soul can feed your body as well.
He admires your solitude, he is turned on by your mind, he lives for your next breath of wisdom—wild woman—you’re everything he’s been looking for.
The books on your shelf, the incense in the air, the card splayed to tell his future, the chanting from your meditation room—all sacred food for him.
Choose a man who understands walks under the heavy, magical moon. One who will take your hand and trod through silently falling snow. One who talks to the stars and for whom the planets turn.
Choose a man whose smile will drop you to your knees.
One whose mouth burns at the back of your neck and the bottom of your spine. One whose love leaves no question about its intentions—he’s knows that you’re the one.
Choose a man who’s not afraid of his sexuality or yours. He’ll crave what you cradle in between your hips, his tongue like honey and his manhood rising to meet your lust. While you croon a love song, while you drift across his lips, he’ll bring you to an ecstasy of ocean waves crashing to the shore.
Give him everything, mystic woman. Pour him some pomegranate wine. Give him a drink of forbidden fantasies, let him know you in your darkest form.
A man who feeds your soul craves you raw. A man who feeds your soul walks with the raven as his guide. He is at home in this world and the one in between, that place where spirits gather and everything is known. Let him feed you with his magic, the words only he can speak, the deep, rich timber of his voice caressing your ears while you lie stretched naked in his arms.
He won’t run. No matter what you reveal. Even if you say that dragons or unicorns or wicked spirits visit your nighttime dreams. Even if you utter words that only witches learned. Even if you tell him that once your body burned on a pyre of hatred and fear.
Choose a man who will serve your soul. Who knows that you are the universe, the sea at midnight, the plaintive sound inside a seashell and the whir of hummingbird’s wings at dawn.
He knows that you are solitude. That at times you are a destructive wind. That sometimes you are the frozen tundra and sometimes the heat of a dessert isle. Sometimes he is those things too, and why he gets you and still stays.
So lay down your defenses. Put your sword in its safe place, drop that shield.
He’s not going to hurt you,
You’ll understand each others weaknesses.
Wild woman, let him in.
Choose a man who’ll serve your soul. ॐ ❤
Source Consciousness!!
Mike Harrigan.
I Am.
You Are.
We Are.
Oneness.
Universal Consciousness..
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It was like falling as the past broke free, surging up through her mind and swallowing her.
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Bluebeard’s Castle
How the hell did you end up here?
You used to wrap yourself in fairytales like a blanket, but it was the cold you loved. Sharp shivers as you uncovered the corpses of Bluebeard’s wives. Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes. Perfect fit.
But by the schoolyard real princesses floated by you on fall winds. You saw the gulf between you and the rich girls and vowed to stop believing in fairytales. But the stories were in you. Deep as poison. If Prince Charming was real, if he could save you, you needed to be saved by the unfairness of everything. When would he come? The answer was a cruel shrug and a hundred fleeting moments. The sneer on Stevie Smith’s face when he called you fat cow. Uncle Jeff’s hand squeezing your ass in the Thanksgiving kitchen. The accusation in your father’s eyes when you told him what happened. From every boy masquerading as a man that you’ve let into your body, your heart, you learned you didn’t have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince.
You surround yourself with the girls you’ve always resented. Hoping to share their power. And you hated yourself. And that diminished you even more. And then, right when you thought you might just disappear, he saw you. And you knew somewhere deep it was too good to be true. But you let yourself be swept because he was the first strong enough to lift you. Now in his castle you understand Prince Charming and Bluebeard are the same man.
And you don’t get a happy end unless you love both of him. Didn’t you want this? To be loved. Didn’t you want him to crown you? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it?
So say you can live like this. Say you love him. Say thank you. Say anything but the truth. What if you can’t love him back?
Beck’s poem from the movie “You”
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Fog on a Pine Plantation, Somerset
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You never felt safe, because you weren’t. My intuition screamed to run as far and fast as I could. But you took my face in your hands and pleaded “let me be your home”. So I complied. I cut myself into bite sized pieces, and I snuffed my intuition out into the dimmest of lights until it became irrecognizable.
You made me a safe place for your demons, your scars, your secrets. You carved holes into my soul to hide them, safe from the world.
And I sit here, bleeding out, holding the secrets you keep from the world.
And they rip me apart.
Because I gave you the best of me.
I burned my light so bright for you, hoping I could chase all of the demons away.
But I never could understand, the ways you used me. The ways you took my love and defiled it. The way you poured your lusts and perversions into anyone who came just close enough.
And I feel like a shell now.
Because it hurts to be here, to be alive, to hold your secrets and the things you’ve done.
And at the end of every day I wonder, do I deserve better? Am I worthy?
And every day I wake up next to you.
But some days, I wish I didn’t have to wake up at all.
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First of all, there are karmic partners, soulmates, and twin flames. Twin flames are not karmic partners.
Karmics are anyone you meet where you accumulate more karmic baggage from your experience with them. This karmic baggage is negative dark energy that weighs down your soul lowering it's vibration. These are experiences that break you down, not build you up. Most relationships with people you meet will be karmic experiences.
Soulmates are relationships with anyone where the nature of the relationship is very harmonious. It is an easy relationship. You may have multiple soulmates in a lifetime.
Twin flames before the soul merge stage are opposite polarities of the same soul.
When you interact with (or even the lack of interaction), triggers both twins separately in different but similar ways. For example, the DM may reject the DF, which triggers her rejection inner wound from early childhood, so she goes away leaving him feeling abandoned, which triggers his abandonment wound.
Everytime one twin is triggered through whatever interaction, they both are. It is balanced in that way. They share the same dark energy within their soul at all times. If one twin has something to work through and heal, they both do.
Some people get confused by all of the triggering, running, and chasing. It appears karmic, but it isn't. You are not meant to accumulate new/additional dark energy with your twin. You are meant to recognize the existing inner wound from the trigger (focus on what you feel in that moment), and heal that wound. Twin flames is a healing journey after all.
In the runner/chaser stage, it is difficult to tell whether someone is ghosting you because they are manipulating you, or because they are a twin who has been triggered. Twin will come back to each other repeatedly because they both feel a strong magnetic pull to each other that is difficult to resist. It is much deeper than simple physical attraction. You will likely, if you are the DF, feel the energetic connection. In the beginning it may be limited to maybe your mouth or maybe your hands. (I felt it in my mouth in the beginning. I called it battery tongue. My DM even in spiritual union only feels the energy sometimes. This is because the DM lags behind in ascension. They do catch up eventually).
If you are with someone who drains you energeticly, they are not your twin. Don't confuse this with emotional triggers though. Separate your energy from your emotion. Do you feel drained by this person even when not triggered?
Your twin will absolutely make you break down emotionally because everytime we hit a rock bottom (or dark night of the soul), we have the potential for more growth as a soul. All of those dark emotions, once we acknowledge, and forgive, are released. This release allows our inner light to shine brighter, and our vibration to rise higher.
In all of the times my twin “broke my heart", he never said anything that was directly hurtful, or a personal attack. He was never verbally or physically abusive. The pain I felt was always a triggering of an already existing inner wound I had. If you are with someone who truly hurts you, or degrades you, they are not your twin. They are karmic.
Before you ever “decide” someone is your twin flame, you should experience a spiritual awakening first. That is a big indicator of a real twin flame experience.
In my case, my spirit guides told me I would meet him by telling me his full name and showing me a vision of him six months before we even met. Psychic experiences before you meet your twin, and increased psychic experiences after meeting your twin, are common.
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I wonder if I’m the only one who feels like they’d absolutely just end it if they didn’t have children.
It’s wild how much of my life I’ve spent so deeply sad.
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