I referenced the clock turning 4:44 in a recent post called #BackToLife. I've also referenced #1212 many, many times now. It's a repeating number for me, as is #444, which, of course, adds up to #12.
It's no coincidence I woke up to angels today. For, today is the day my friend, J, died in 2013. And it literally changed my life.
Today kind of snuck up on me. I kept thinking the 10th was Tuesday. Easier for me, maybe. To put it off. My lost friend was an angel-on-Earth. But too much had happened here. So leaving became part of his mission. Part of what he had to teach. Since he had to leave, it is now my job to help communicate the lesson itself. That's what I am. A Universal translator. And, it's why I do what I do...basically for free. See, Heaven doesn't need to make a profit. That's unique to humans.
I am human at the moment, though. And, yes, it would be nice to align my soul purpose with my human needs. Indeed, I have. For the most part. But that's a topic for another time....
My friend's soul number was a #6, like my #Twin. They have the same initials as well. And, when my friend died, he left three boys behind. I love those boys as if I brought them into the world myself. The middle guy has the same initials, name and nickname as my #Twin. It's beyond bizarre.
If my friend had not chosen today to die, I might not have puzzled together certain (sad) secrets we shared. I've thought about joining him, too. He's still with me, of course, because physical death isn't really the end; it's just the end of this lifetime. You can never live it again. Sadly, I am strong enough, tough enough, and ridiculous enough to stay and finish what was asked of me. My little dog has been my companion on this journey for the last fifteen years. She is my soul mate, without whom my soul may not have stayed in this body. It's never enough time from my perspective, but on her end, she is trying to wait for me to do what I am bid to do before she must leave, thanks to gravity compressing her tiny body a little more each day. Little Dog struggles to breathe to help me survive. Survive what? Why, you, of course. Meaning, humans....
No one has been a better friend to me than Little Dog. No one. Her name was picked out by my son; it is my #Twin's last name, though I would not meet my #Twin for another 11 years. The year before I met my #Twin, the vet mistakenly issued a prescription for Little Dog using my first name and my dog's name as my last name (which happens to be my #Twin's last name). I just found the bottle floating around in the kitchen junk drawer this weekend. Except, we never "just find" anything. Synchronicity is not the same as coincidence. And, as Einstein's theory of Relativity explains, there are no coincidences in the Universe.
Synchronicities are signs. And, everyone prays for "signs," no matter what you believe in, if anything at all. The irony is, you arranged for those signs yourself. Before you entered physical life. And, there are many more markers on your life-map than you may even realize. In that way, you answered your own prayers before you even made them. How? Well, Einstein had the answer to that, too. It's called Special Relativity. If you think of the past, present and future as the beginning, middle and end of the same continuous loaf of bread (a la Brian Greene), you can better visualize how time is not linear. And, that all of time exists at the same time. Our physicality is what makes time appear linear. Being a fixed body forces us to "live" one moment at a time. It's all we can perceive.
Physical life is like putting on blinders. So, why would we choose to do it then? Because, without our physicality, we cannot feel, see, hear, touch, or smell. Believe it or not, physicality is for art. Not just seeing a painting. Creating it. Art goes beyond traditional mediums, too. The art of sex, the art of cooking, the art of lying...when we are not physical, we have nothing to hide, you see. We cannot "die" either. That's something we can only do on Earth. There's an art to that as well. Everything connected to physical life is art. Simply living is even an art form. My late friend was an artist, too. Though, his opportunities to express his art were limited. I often wonder if that is really why he died. A lack of art....
There is nothing I like more than art, in all it's many forms. Experiencing it. Especially sex. I never saw it as art before, but my #Twin woke me up after what felt like a lifetime of sleep. And, when he did, it was as if he gave me new eyes. Now, I see art in everything. Even decay. Even death.
My #Twin had no clue what he was doing when he helped me step into #AwakeLife, but that doesn't lessen the impact he's had on my physical existence. Of every human I interacted with before meeting my #Twin, no one gave me what he did. More irony, because, he had nothing else to give.
I think I must have soul contracts with Capricorns, too. Five (that I know of) have found me in the last four years and helped me to move my life forward in some way. Pushing me to both survive and thrive. Great energy in those Caps. But you would expect that from the hardest working sign in the Zodiac.
Aquarians and I always have familial or sibling relationships. My beloved Pisces are friends and lovers, always floating in and out of my life, but all remain connected in some way. And the often promiscuous, always abrupt, addiction-prone Aries? My partners in crime--one way or another. Volcanic Taurus loves and hates me at the same time; I think I frustrate them, lol. Geminis and I are great friends. Haven't met a #Twin I didn't like! Cancer, however...ugh. Though I have family and friends who are Cancers, the sign itself can be very bogged down by insecurity. Leo is my sign and every Leo I've ever known is a soul mate. We're en fuego, after all! Virgo is family. Libra is, too. Scorpios and I are always friends...the moon was actually in Scorpio the day I was born. That means, I'm a Leo on the outside, mane and all, but on the inside, there's a scorpion. Not the reactionary kind...when you're the apex predator, you don't have to react. Still, a bit of a dangerous combination, eh??? That brings us to the Sags. Sagittarius is family, but family you keep at arm's length. Even the perception that you somehow infringe on their freedom can be taken as an insult. Water of fire is a hard road. You're a living conflict. Like Scorpio, fire of the water. How can a mutable element be fixed? How can a fixed element be mutable? Such is their shared karma.
The Zodiac is essentially how our physical lives correspond to the physical influence of the planets in our galaxy. Humans do not like to think of planets as being alive, but...how do you think you came into being??? If the planet that sustains your life is not also living, you would not be either. Our galaxy isn't some far off region of space, it's our backyard. The gravity of Earth can sometimes give humans tunnel vision. Your life isn't just about you...because you are just one small part of a much larger Universe. Whatever horrors you commit that make you feel powerful during your temporary walk-about on Earth, you are still not powerful. And, never will be. Even to care about power is petty within the scope of what is a living, breathing Universe.
Humans who try to control other humans (usually by creating and perpetuating misery) are sad, pathetic, infantile creatures whom I have no tolerance or patience for. You all are lucky I am an angel, not a god. So very, very lucky. Equally lucky my task is merely to observe and report. Although, perhaps not. The pen is always mightier than the sword, isn't it? And, in my case, it is not the gentle, generous lion who wields it, but a cunning scorpion, intent on making you feel its sting.
Never forgotten, J! Always beloved....
#AwakeLife #TwinFlame Post-script: It's 12:44, a sign that angels are present; it also simplifies to #11, or awakening. The video below features a song that has been in the back of my mind for a few days. I can't listen to it without crying. For many, many reasons....
*completed at 1:11