As a Joseph Campbell scholar, narrative themes are a big part of what I do. But we aren't talking a typical hero's journey, with all-too-human elements. #TwinFlames are as close to mutants from comic books like X-Men as humans can possibly get. Twins are two separate people who share no DNA, typically come from different backgrounds, different geographic locations, and different theological backgrounds, yet "find" each other through some invisible cord.
An initial #TwinFlame meeting isn't like a first date either. It's intense, electric. An it's-really-you moment. The kind of thing where you connect and six hours later, you realize one of you may have to go to work at some point. There's none of the awkward early relationship stuff either. You just know each other. Like you've known one another for thousands of years.
Unlike Joseph Campbell's Hero's Journey, it's not as easy as living through a few trials to prove your worth. #TwinFlames that exist on Earth are meant to come together to help the planet heal. Unconditional love and a connection that supersedes any physical reinforcement marks a #TwinFlame relationship. There is always a Separation, like with Campbell, and ultimately, in the span of a soul's existence, there's probably a Return as well. Meanwhile, separated #Twins suffer being apart yet together for the benefit of the ongoing process of alignment, or coming together. Once spiritual alignment takes place, #Twins will ultimately reunite physically as well. There are accounts of reunion taking anywhere from a year or longer after Separation, depending on the negative attachments the particular set of #Twins have to overcome.
Since I began this research, I have been inspired to write not only multiple essays posted on this blog, but everything from songs (my first!) to poetry to longer works of fiction. In the spirit of what my spirit feels is 100% real, I have created the #TwinFlame category for this blog. And, to complete this post, titled "11:11" because two 11's are exact numerical twins, I will include below a poem written this afternoon; it is about two lovers torn asunder during their #TwinFlame journey. One of them becomes sick after the Separation, and even though the two are in relative alignment spiritually, there has been no contact otherwise. As is common during the #TwinFlame journey, the twin who is sick is very scared she will not see her other half again in this lifetime. She fears being disconnected, even though it is quite painful for her, the "awakened" twin, to be physically separated. She is frustrated by her twin's physical silence, particularly because he is with her every day otherwise. She knows her twin is not ready for physical reunion yet, but she is concerned that, by the time he is ready, she will be gone.
When I write, it's not pre-planned. At all. That kind of technique is called channeling. My words, my ideas, but ultimately, the source comes from a higher pay grade. I'm not a poet per se, though I have published a number of pieces in literary magazines over the years; this context is in no way an apology. It's merely to help explain the magic involved. No forethought. I simply came out of the grocery store, loaded my car with the bags, and as I put my seat belt on, I was literally overtaken. Compelled to write. This is what it's like for me every time, unless I'm hired to write something specific. Then, yes, lots of research and planning.
When I finished the poem below (it took me 45 minutes to write on my phone), I realized that it was written in 11 stanzas; each is made up of octaves from two double sets of couplets or four sets of couplets (which is 224...a number that continuously shows up for me in conjunction with 11's). Obviously, it's a message for the #TwinFlames out there. Interestingly, I learned last night that my blog draws people from all over the world: South Korea, Singapore, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Croatia, Russia, Poland, South Africa, Guyana, New Zealand, Australia, India, all of Europe, North America, and South America. This month alone has drawn an audience from 28 countries around the globe. There may be a few #Twins in that mix. I wish you all a safe journey and smooth reunion. Enjoy the poem!
A Mid-Summer 11:11 Dream
I never stopped loving you
You never stopped loving me, too
Yet, we never said our goodbyes
You were too busy concealing your lies
I still asked you to stay
To continue our play
So...why are we apart?
Just because you broke my heart???
Do you think it will not mend?
Or, that I will somehow bend???
You are the love of my life
And, I am yours, even in strife
We used to have the gift of time
Sadly now, there is no Bell to chime
"I miss you touching me...."
Then, why not set us free???
There will be no better time
To waste what we have left is the only crime
The stars say we are twin flames
For that, there is no shame
Our purpose here is to love
Sent from Heaven above
Just meet me half way
And I promise to stay
But, only if you don't go
Because, now, you truly know
How rare a person you had in me
Though there are plenty of fish in the sea
It took only months for you to discover
That, there can really be no other
But you promised to disappear
Though you shed more than one tear
Of all the promises you could have kept
That one should have slept
Far away from our bed
The past, demons dancing in your head
But, you love me still
It is a bitter pill
For, I am here
A thousand miles away, weeping in fear
That, you are now too afraid
To return to the place we laid
Once upon a dream
Where fire and water make steam
You had a wife
She had a knife
You missed her drama
This is now our karma
For a past we don't remember
Though I'll never forget that November
But as I love you, and you love me still
You must not wait for my blood to spill
While your twin is yet alive
It is your moment to not only survive, but thrive
If you hesitate until I'm dead
Angels will cut our golden thread
You may not yet deserve my heart
But you can still heal it, even if apart
For, by the time you feel ready
My breath may no longer be steady
You have been given a chance
It was not happenstance
To love so instantly
Our fierce connection is the key
Have you forgotten who we are?
Made of the same exploded star???
You and me, across the sea
Loving each other, endlessly
I cannot breathe without you near
It has been too long, more than a year
And every day, I die a little more
While another is keeping score
So, if you return, and I am gone
Know I loved you until that dawn
And know that I will try to wait
To meet you at Heaven's gate
But tomorrow is another morn
Perhaps, you'll no longer feel the scorn
And my phone will happily ring
Yours was the only voice to make mine sing....
If Destiny's shadows have offended
Think but this, and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here
While my vision did appear
And this sad and idle theme
No more yielding than a Shakespearean dream
Take my hand, if we be friends
On Angels' wings, we'll make amends...