P.S…when destiny decided to throw you a bone

what if you knew deep down in the smallest threads of your soul, that somewhere along the way in your life, you had encountered your souls TRUE mate..would you ever believe the feeling in your gut, knowing some where out there, some place, at one moment in time, you connected with a specific person so intensely that it was etched into the fabrics of your being as a reminder for when destiny decided to throw you a bone..i used to dream for years all the time, the same dream, in Israel searching for a man aimlessly who i knew I knew but could never see his face yet knew he belonged to me..do you think you would know?

I believe we have many mates to our soul..that our soul tribe is specific for our growth in our many lives, and that people come to us and we to them for specific lessons, providing specific attributes that we must have for our spiritual emotional physical purpose and for our soul to evolve expand and ascend to higher grounds..even if it at times these people bring out the worst in us, there is a lesson to be learned somewhere in between the heartache and pain for your ultimate benefit..the souls education is continuous and our humanness can either get in our own way, or lean to trust the process and flow according to the universal properties provided within the contracts of its higher laws..

I know I have had many soulful encounters..ones that have made my skin shiver with pure excitement in recognition and some that have made my skin crawl with the feeling of loath alerting my internal radar of potential danger..sometimes,  we come across people as reminders of our souls journey, showing us the path of what needs to continue as we follow the beautiful artwork markers..and sometimes people show up as test dummies for the work we are doing to see how the wisdom of experience has increased our knowledge and are we ready for the next potential wave of serendipities..

when I met my now husband Eran all those years before in the banana field of dream, I never imagined that one day in the far future this boy would somehow find his way back to me after I said goodbye all those many years before as a grown man..i knew within my heart back then he was something so deeply very special to my soul, but I wasn’t experienced in life enough to really recognize it, or educated spiritually to be able to connect all the dots when life had put us face to face all those years before..maybe just maybe while I was still pure in all my naïve childish beliefs before the contamination of my emotional shit storms, the universe granted me a moment in time of something I was supposed to remember so when it showed back up in my life later after all my inner spiritual work, I would know at that specific moment no matter how difficult the timing and distance was, that a miracle was about to take place..and that’s exactly what happened..

sometimes we are polluted at an age where life should be so glorious, sheltering the authenticity to which we are truly supposed to unravel and grow..sometimes the environment is so spiritually toxic that we are unable to clearly think and act according to our deeper beliefs and then go along life as a passenger be taken farther and farther away from all your spiritual truths..we become followers according to our physical familys history or the paths that our friends take..we want what we see, and not necessarily what we truly feel loosing sight of what it was in the first place that inspired the inner child to love abundantly and unconditionally..this is part of the work that is essential and prudent to your upheaval and  growth..this is where the shit gets real and you have to possibly relive a hurt you swore you wouldn’t ever take out of the box again and make peace with it..this is where the magic begins to happen as you heal the facets to your heart and discover all the possibilities that have been dormant for so many untouched years..may you aspire to be a warrior unafraid of what is behind the fear of your beloved unknown..peace love faith hope

Against all odds

P.S. to be continued

 

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