u/Blue_Avocado48

I wanted to share some of my experiences with you guys because I’ve only ever told a few people in my life about them. I’ve never considered myself psychic, but I’ve always considered myself highly intuitive and very in tune with myself and my surroundings. Some of my experiences have been beautiful and comforting, while others… not so much.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a very strong connection with animals and nature. So it came as absolutely no surprise to my family and friends when I eventually became vegetarian. 😅

I was also a VERY sensitive and empathetic child. So sensitive that I would sometimes sob over other people’s pain or almost absorb it as if it were happening to me. I still struggle with that occasionally, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve learned how to emotionally protect myself a lot better.

One thing I distinctly remember from when I was very young, maybe around 5–8, would happen when I was alone in a room. I would suddenly feel this energy surrounding me. It would seem to take over the entire space, and I could almost hear it too — a very high-pitched sound, almost like ringing in my ears. It would feel like it was coming closer and closer until it completely surrounded me.

Strangely, it never scared me. It actually felt incredibly peaceful and good. It happened pretty often when I was little, and then at some point it just stopped. I have no idea when or why.

I also daydreamed constantly as a child. Music could completely “transport” me — and honestly, it still can. Certain songs or things that deeply resonate with me will suddenly bring images of places into my mind that I’m almost certain I’ve never seen or visited before.

Smells are even stronger. A smell can suddenly trigger these incredibly vivid flashes of places or scenes in my mind. I don’t consciously try to imagine them; they just appear.

Another huge part of my intuition has always been people.

Whenever I’ve had a particularly strong feeling about someone — whether good or bad — it has, without fail in my experience, eventually turned out that there was a reason for it. Sometimes I’ll meet somebody and immediately feel that something is “off,” even when everyone else seems to love them and I can’t point to a single concrete thing they’ve done wrong. It always baffles me when people cannot “see” it until after the fact. Other times I’ll have the opposite feeling and instinctively trust or feel safe around somebody.

I don’t know whether I’m subconsciously picking up on tiny changes in body language, tone, facial expressions, inconsistencies, etc., or whether there’s something more intuitive happening. Maybe it’s a combination.

There have also been weird moments where I seem to know what somebody is thinking. I’ve randomly said something that was on someone’s mind without them having mentioned it, only for them to stare at me and go, “How did you know I was thinking that??” 😂 Again, maybe I’m subconsciously reading people really well, but it’s happened enough times that I’ve noticed it.

Then there are the dreams.

One experience in particular has stayed with me.

When I was around 12, I spent the summer at my grandma’s house in her village. Every day I would get on my bike and meet up with my friends.

One night, I had a dream about the younger brother of one of my friends. He was only around 2 years old at the time. In the dream, he fell and hit his head. I woke up thinking, “Well… that was weird,” but didn’t think much more about it.

That morning, like any other day, I got on my bike and went to my friend’s house. While she was getting ready, I was making small talk with her mom. I asked how her little brother was doing.
She said, “Well, not that good. This morning he fell and hit his head.” I genuinely felt dizzy.

I didn’t tell her about the dream because I had no idea whether she would believe me, and honestly I didn’t even know what to make of it myself. Out of all the people I could have dreamed about, why this particular little kid?

Something similar happened again recently, except this time it involved one of my closest friends. I had a dream about her where there was water everywhere — a LOT of water, almost like a flood. It was one of those dreams where the imagery really stays with you after you wake up. The next time I saw her, I told her about it.
She just stared at me, completely stunned.
Then she told me that she had also had a bad dream involving huge amounts of water.

I also sometimes just know something bad is about to happen, particularly when it involves somebody close to me, although occasionally it happens with complete strangers too. I’ve predicted car accidents literally seconds before they happened in front of me. Obviously that could just be very fast subconscious pattern recognition — I genuinely don’t know 🤷‍♀️ — but it has shocked me enough that my friends and boyfriend sometimes jokingly call me a witch. lol

There were actually several other strange experiences during that summer at my grandma’s village too — except those ones were NOT peaceful. They were genuinely terrifying. I might make a part 2 about those if anyone is interested, because this is already long enough. 😅

Another thing I’ve noticed throughout my life is that I seem to know when something is wrong with my body on a very intuitive level, sometimes before I have any concrete reason to think something is wrong.

And then there are the experiences that genuinely scare me.

When I first started dating my boyfriend and began sleeping over at his house, I woke up one night and saw what looked like a shadow-man figure standing beside the bed.
There were no facial features or expression. It was literally like the silhouette of a person made out of shadow.

I still don’t know whether I was fully awake or experiencing some kind of sleep-related hallucination, so I’m not claiming it was anything paranormal. But I’ve occasionally had a strange feeling of a “presence” in his house too. Not constantly — just sometimes.

Probably the most mind-boggling thing happened recently. My boyfriend and I now live together at his place-a penthouse with a separate entrance, while his parents live in the downstairs house.

He was away one evening and I went downstairs to get something. I could see his parents sitting outside in the garden, which is quite far from the entrance. There are large sliding glass doors on the side of the house.

As I approached, I very clearly saw his mom’s reflection in the glass. It looked like she had gotten up from where they were sitting and was walking toward the house.

I was literally about to say hello to her as I opened the door.
Except when I did, I looked outside…
And both of his parents were still sitting exactly where they had been. She had never gotten up!
I closed the door again and tried looking through the glass from different angles because I thought maybe it was some weird trick of the light or reflection. I couldn’t recreate what I had just seen.

I actually went and asked her whether she had gotten up at all. She said no. That one freaked me out because I still have absolutely no explanation for what I saw.

Then recently I went to a tarot reader for the first time. At the very end of the reading, she told me that one of the messages from my spirit guides was essentially: Whenever you see something you don’t like, something that scares you, or something you don’t want around you, tell it to go away three times.

THAT was the moment I got completely freaked out. 😂 It was my first time ever seeing this woman. During the entire session I had never told her anything about me, especially about these experiences.

So yeah… that’s my collection of weird experiences. 😂

I’d genuinely love to hear what people here think, especially people who have experienced similar things or give me some insight into all this.

I don’t really know what I’m looking for by posting this. Maybe perspective, maybe people who have experienced something similar, or maybe I just desperately need somewhere to put this story because it’s been living inside me for years.
I know people have different perspectives on twin flames, and I’ve read about people staying in toxic relationships thinking or associating them with a twin flame. However, I can tell you it is anything but toxic. It can be hard due to the work you have to do with yourself, but the connection is pure bliss and unconditional love from both sides.
This is going to be very long, so thank you to everyone taking the time to read.
I met someone years ago who I genuinely believe was my twin flame (I found out about the term much later). We had met briefly before, maybe at 14 years old, since we had mutual friends in our friend group. We never talked; I just knew about his existence, and that was about it.
Fast-forward 6–7 years, and a weird chain of events led me to start working at his workplace, which was a restaurant. I remember there was this very intense feeling, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. I was intrigued, but at the same time I thought that meant I really couldn’t stand him. Lol 😂 It was an intense feeling I had never experienced before. I had a very vivid dream about him and didn’t know what that was about, since I had just started dating a guy who was more into me than I was into him, to be fair.
We started hanging out with coworkers here and there after work at this popular local bar, and one evening, I don’t remember how, we ended up going to the bar just the two of us. I don’t even remember what we talked about, but I remember the feeling and that the chemistry was so intense that it was like the world around us blurred out. Even familiar faces at the bar just disappeared. It was like just the two of us existed in the world and nothing else mattered.
Even though it got late, we then decided to continue our adventure. We went to a different city, a different bar, places in nature—all in one night. We just drove, listened to music, and talked all night. We then stopped on a hill/little mountain and stayed there watching the stars in silence, and I felt at home. I felt a sense of belonging for the first time in my life. It was like a feeling I had yearned for since I was little, like something unexplainable I had always looked for but didn’t know what it was. I felt complete. I didn’t want the night to end.
He then drove me home and played some beautiful songs for me, and that was it. We decided to go swimming in the sea the next evening.
I have to mention that by this time, I had broken it off with the guy I was seeing, but for convenience, I was letting him stay at my place sometimes since his work was really close by. I know, big mistake. But we were really close friends before I gave it a chance when he said he was in love with me, so I should’ve known it blurred the lines and that we couldn’t just go back to being friends. I should’ve been honest from the beginning, but I was younger and stupid.
Well, he then showed up the next evening at my work as I was about to leave with my TF, making a scene about how I was going out with this guy, insulting me, just losing his shit. Mind you, nothing had happened between us by that point. I left, and I guess the guy went and talked to my TF.
This made my TF run for the hills. Everything changed. He became really cold and stopped hanging out with us altogether after work.
Before him, I had obviously experienced attraction and care/love, but I was never IN love, even in previous relationships, and nothing prepared me for this. From the beginning, there was this almost inexplicable recognition and intensity between us. I was completely in love.
Something was triggered inside me, which I now know as a spiritual awakening. I felt like I was forever changed, and even if we weren’t going to end up together, that didn’t matter because whatever I was feeling was enough to make me want to be a better person and live the life I wanted. He touched all parts of me without even touching me at all in the literal sense.
I even got a tattoo: amor vincit omnia, which is Latin for “love conquers all.” There were strange synchronicities happening at the time, such as one day when I showed up at work and he just started playing a song I was listening to at that exact moment.
Fast-forward nine months. We were only talking at work, but he still kept his distance. During this time, I took some time for myself, started working on myself, enjoying my own company, picked up hobbies I had wanted to do since childhood, went out with friends, and decided to stop obsessing and let go. I was genuinely feeling so good, and for some reason, I think this slowly pulled him in.
One fateful night, I was tired of him pulling back while I knew the feelings were mutual, and the tension—especially the sexual tension—was overwhelming every time we were near each other. So I said, “Let’s go smoke some together, like you promised before.”
We went to the top of this mountain and smoked, watched some funny videos, and then lay down. We lay there for some time, and then he leaned in and kissed me.
I cannot begin to explain the intensity of that moment. It was out of this world, so intense that we stopped for a bit and we were both like, “Woah.”
We then continued, and it felt like time had stopped. Everything around us disappeared. Every kiss with him somehow felt like that. Making love didn’t feel purely physical either—it felt spiritual, almost transcendent. Like a feeling of oneness.
I know how dramatic that sounds written down, but I don’t know how else to describe it. It felt like absolute bliss, like heaven on earth. Like another human being had somehow reached a part of me that nobody else had ever touched.
I later found out the night of our first kiss was a full moon.
We were inseparable after that. He told me he loved me a few days later, in the middle of nowhere, in the backseat of his car, and I cried tears of happiness. I knew, as I knew I loved him. Some people won’t understand how it’s possible so fast, but if you know, you know, as we used to say. It’s the surest thing in the world.
Two months later, he proposed in his room. We were in our pajamas before bed, and I cried again. I couldn’t believe I could be this happy.
He used to tell me that he wasn’t looking for anything when he met me, but as soon as he saw me while I was having my job interview, it was love at first sight, and he said that he was going to marry me one day. We also got matching tattoos of a symbol.
Some of the many crazy synchronicities during our relationship happened just a few days after our first kiss. We were driving around in a different town early in the morning, and I had to pee really badly, so we stopped at a random place in the middle of nowhere. When I got back to the car, he was like, “You won’t believe the name of the street. It’s called Love Street.” Literally!
I checked the street out recently on Maps, and to my shock, the connecting street right next to that one is called what would translate into English from my language as “Union Street.”
Another one happened when we moved to a different country. We were walking towards our house one day, and something pulled me to take a detour and see a place nearby that I hadn’t seen before. When we got there, I saw something colorful randomly placed on the ground.
Well, it was a heart-shaped painted stone that had the quote from my tattoo: “amor omnia vincit.” Very out of place for the country and language spoken there, as well as the particular spot.
We couldn’t believe our eyes. There couldn’t be signs clearer than that.
We moved in together, then some unexpected, crushing personal things happened, then Covid happened. We moved to a different country, and it was tough, but he was the most supportive and loving partner you can imagine. We never fought; we always talked. He brought out the best in me and pushed me to find my calling in life.
The strange thing is that our relationship didn’t end because we stopped loving each other.
I was struggling with myself. I didn’t love myself enough, I was scared, and I felt like I needed to find myself outside of the relationship. Covid and everything else took a toll on me, and all my insecurities emerged.
We came back to our country, and it was like I couldn’t believe someone could love me or that I deserved to be loved unconditionally. At the time, separating wasn’t supposed to feel like this permanent ending in my head. It was more like I needed to go away and figure myself out.
And then, on our three-year anniversary—exactly three years after our first kiss—we had the conversation that ended our relationship.
It wasn’t consciously planned for that date.
We talked for hours. We cried our eyes out. We told each other how grateful we were for one another and for everything we’d experienced together. Eventually, we said that we were going to go down our own paths for now.
Looking back at that now almost breaks me.
Afterward, I made choices that I deeply regret. Instead of actually being alone and finding myself the way I said I needed to, so we could find our way back to each other, I ended up getting into another relationship that became toxic very fast—basically a rebound.
I can’t imagine how heartbreaking it must have been for him.
We were in contact. I told him about my new relationship, and we saw each other here and there so I could see our pet, whom I had to leave with him, but we slowly let go. He remained single for two years.
I became the runner.
Eventually, life continued. I moved forward, but everything hit me all at once—the immense grief and realizations. I broke off the toxic relationship and started writing a letter to him for closure, because the truth is that my TF never left my mind. His love has been a guide every day and teaches me to love myself even if he’s no longer in my life.
However, I found out he was now in a new relationship and felt like it would be selfish to give him the letter. I couldn’t be selfish with him or hurt the person he cares about, even if I don’t know her.
It’s now been another two years. I’m in another relationship with a great guy, someone I genuinely love, which makes everything I’m about to say even more difficult and guilt-inducing.
Recently, I found out that he’s engaged.
At first, I was shocked. There was a little sting, but strangely, I also felt genuinely happy for him. It was incredibly bittersweet.
And then it hit me.
A day or so later, I was at work and suddenly felt physically sick. I couldn’t stop crying. I literally had to leave my desk and go cry in the bathroom.
Since then, I’ve been grieving in a way I wasn’t remotely prepared for.
And there’s an enormous amount of guilt attached to it because I have a boyfriend whom I love. If the situation were reversed and I knew he was devastated over an ex getting engaged, I know it would hurt me terribly.
Me and my poor choices led to this mess.
I think his engagement has made something incredibly final that perhaps some tiny part of me never accepted was final. I felt like I needed to finally give him the letter or send it to him as a message.
I decided I would go to his new place of work and hand it to him—now or never, at least as closure for both of us.
But, as the universe would have it, a post appeared on my feed from the restaurant he works at (which I don’t follow), saying that the place would be closed until further notice due to a family emergency.
I took this as a big, in-my-face sign that it might not be the right time now, so here I am, getting it all out on here…
At the same time, he’s engaged. He’s chosen a future. I don’t want to interfere with his happiness or disrespect the woman he’s going to marry. And I don’t even know what I would expect to happen if I told him everything I’m feeling.
Maybe nothing.
I don’t even expect an answer. I just want him to know how grateful I am and that I am sorry.
There’s also this feeling of certainty, that even if we don’t end up together in this lifetime, the connection is unbreakable and nothing can change that, in any lifetime.
I just know that I loved this person more deeply than I knew I was capable of loving another human being, and that I’ve been thinking about him for more years than we were together.