I know...I've always known. It made what happened all the harder. If you really feel this way, where are you??? And, why haven't you told me?
#ShineDown's lyrics woke me this morning just after five o'clock. I'm not being pulled out of the water quite as violently anymore. But I am still rising to consciousness with another. It's just less of a bumpy ride. One day, my grand-daughters, maybe a niece, will read this and not feel like such freaks. Science is catching up to quantifying the interconnectivity of what indeed seems to be the human collective unconscious, aptly named by Carl Jung, who I suspect was like me, too. His push to explain synchronicity, evidence of his desire to create an academic or reasonable discourse surrounding what is still looked at today as unreasonable. Unreasonable, despite findings from researchers at Harvard University, who reported in 2014 the verification of simple images telepathically sent between two strangers from two different countries, thousands of miles apart, who spoke two completely different languages.
The implications of Harvard's "telepathy" study are far-reaching. It not only means all humans are basically X-Men, it means a person like me, who repeatedly experiences a pervasive connection to another's mind, is not crazy. And, is not psychic. I am simply human. Just very connected. And, very self-aware. Welcome to #AwakeLife. But, let's not get too carried away....
Harvard's 2014 study results do not mean (nor guarantee) that everything you believe you receive from another person is real. Absolutely not. Psychology is a part of what drives our imaginations. When you want something to be real, you may imagine a connection, a message, an image. But, that is not the case for me. This has been vexing. A torture. I sometimes choose not to sleep at all in efforts to thwart these kinds of occurrences. So, when I'm sleeping, and something like what I describe above happens, that's not imagination...that's receipt of a message. However, without some form of physical verification, said message can only be considered theoretical. And yet, it exists in my consciousness, as do the feelings associated with that message. The sense of love. The hope for hope. And the faith that despite the obstacles, hope can become reality once again.
What is amazing to me is how my body responds to the nuanced images and emotions that came back with me as I returned to physical life this morning: Two hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, a smiling face, a kiss, an embrace...happiness, joy, desire, and love. And all rocking to a familiar rhythm. A rhythm that promises reunion. Even the thought electrifies atomic and sub-atomic particles in my physical body, sending signals to my brain, which in turn signals a rush of blood marking a road map to joy. Like a GPS of the soul.
All of this makes me think of a particular lecture delivered by Professor Russell Peck, one of the definitive influences during both my graduate and undergraduate years at University of Rochester. Professor Peck passionately spoke of Cassandra's plight in Homer's The Iliad. How she was embraced by Agamemnon, the enemy of her people. Yet, when he embraced her, Cassandra's body "betrayed" her (loyalties) because her connection with Agamemnon was so strong.
Cassandra, also referred to as Alexandra, was the daughter of the King of Troy, Priam; a priestess, she was a seer, too. The things she saw and felt were always accurate, but often discounted by others. That's true for me as well. She and Agamemnon fell in love, despite impossible odds and more obstacles than one might imagine. The two eventually had twins--which I'm quite sure is also a literary allusion to being #TwinFlames a la Plato.
The tragedy in the story of these #TwinFlames is that both were murdered by Agamemnon's wife, Clytemnestra, as were their infant children. Agamemnon hoped to have his cake and eat it, too. But he needed to cut ties with his otherwise estranged, and quite murderous, spouse. You see, Clytemnestra had been married before, though Agamemnon, younger than her, had not. Their marriage was one of convenience for Clytemnestra--in other words, she was using Agamemnon--and it led to the couple living separate lives. A jealous, paranoid woman, Clytemnestra was referenced as a "cancer"; her insecurities led to her taking other lovers. In fact, it is what her very name means. She manipulated one of her sexual initiates, a younger relative of Agamemnon's who was raised like a brother, to commit the murders themselves. Though, in some versions, Clytemnestra is the one who literally entangles Agamemnon in a web, strangling him to death while her lover kills Cassandra and the twin-infants she carried in her arms.
Despite being described as a giant man, Agamemnon's inability to stand up for himself and the woman he loved was the ultimate reason both were caught in Clytemnestra's Svengali-like web, the sad subtext of which is the destruction of their family. By no small coincidence, Robert E. Bell published a book in 1991 with Oxford University Press called Women of Classical Mythology. In his book, Bell cites the work of German Archaeologist, Heinrich Schliemann. Schliemann, the son of a Lutheran minister, was a pioneer in his field; he spearheaded efforts to verify the historic accuracy of the works of Homer. That's when he found the grave of Cassandra; it was the late nineteenth century. She was discovered in a circle grave, buried with her infant twins.
Schliemann's keen interest in the story of Agamemnon and Cassandra may have been personal. He himself ended up divorcing his first wife, who was also estranged, like Clytemnestra and Agamemnon. She was never in love with Schliemann, marrying him for the financial advantages it afforded her. Schliemann remarried a woman from Greece within months of his divorce. Like many #TwinFlames, Schliemann's second wife was actually the love of his life. He just had to wait about 45 years to meet her. The two had children, one of whom was named Agamemnon. Schliemann baptized his son with a copy of Homer's Iliad, and, instead of speaking prayers, spoke 100 verses from the book.
There really are no coincidences in this world....