u/karajinay

I've had far too many experiences of people greatly disliking Aquarius by default. It's the least liked sign

I feel completely devastated. Posted about this dilemma here once or twice before. He's my only close friend. We finally had a face to face talk about where we stand on spirituality. I was sharing spiritual stuff with him for a few months, because my life is all about the guidance of spirit, without actually knowing his stance on the metaphysical. He said that though he respects people's spiritual beliefs, he sees it all as imaginary; ways people cope. I'm debating telling him about the defining spiritual experience that changed the entire course of my life, which is about what happened on 11/11/11, with my twin flame:

That neither one of us knew or sought the existence of such a thing. That in 2010, I had given myself one year to live before taking my life. I wanted to see if the one year would bring me anything different. That a year later, after a major healing breakthrough (from parental incest) happened to me at a rave, I met him just an hour or two later. That on 11/11/11, something breathtakingly beautiful happened that left no doubt in either of our minds, that there is an intelligence to the universe, and the existence of past lives. I want to write a blog about all of this, as I have so many of these incredible experiences. But here is a short version of what happened:

We lived states apart. For that weekend, I miraculously got time off work, to go see him. While packing, I suddenly played Bjork's "Cover Me" (the spirit largely communicates with me via music) - a song I've never felt compelled to listen to before, with lyrics of:

"[Verse 1]
While I crawl into the unknown
Cover me
I'm going hunting for mysteries
Cover me

[Chorus]
I'm going to prove the impossible really exists

[Verse 2]
This is really dangerous
Cover me
But it's worth all the effort
Cover me

[Chorus]
I'm going to prove the impossible really exists.

On the evening of 11/11/11, somewhere around 11pm, we laid on his balcony, relaxing. Suddenly, we felt a searing warm glow inside of our hearts; the glow of aching, transcendent love. The glow was so visceral, we simultaneously clutched our individual hearts, and closed our eyes. Eyes closed the entire time, our hands started reaching for one another, slowly, then faster and faster, with incredible longing. It felt like we were being glued back together, maybe. In the background, I heard the waves of some cosmic ocean, though we were nowhere near a body of water. Something felt gargantuan, eternal. (From that moment, we have been telepathically connected to one another.) Then we got up and danced. He played Tiesto's Elements of Life Live in Copenhagen (go look that up on Youtube (search for "Tiesto Elements of Life DVD 1") and tell me that the first 6 minutes does not foretell a mahoosive collective awakening in society within our lifetimes - I can hear it), and what the music relayed to me was another sign from the spirit.

This experience was so powerful for both of us, it was a massive spiritual awakening, and I had to look up that date, to find out what it meant - I had no idea. The one year relationship served as a safe anchor for expansion of my consciousness and awakening, and learning that my path is that of The Wounded Healer. (It wouldn't be until 5 years later, that I would hear The Call and actually understand what that term meant). When we were together, I felt an invisible ring on my left hand. When we kissed, I thought I could feel blossoms swirling around us, bursting into bloom, ripe and ready.

It was with music that I was instructed to let him go (actually a track called "Let It Go"). He let me go, but wanted me back, and I asked him to let me go, otherwise we'd both be going around in circles. Neither one was the runner or chaser. I know that we'll be married towards my golden years. I had to let go, so that we wouldn't meddle with one another's life, though we are continually connected to one another, and it feels like an angelic breath of air. I was requested to let go, to continue on my healing journey to self-actualization, self-mastery, and service to the greater good - which will take many years. (I actually have another "The One" - a major romantic soulmate one step below my twin flame, with whom I'll be in long-term partnership, in about 12 years, after my rebirth. I also had to let him go, also guided by music.)

I digress. If I share the objective experience I had on 11/11/11 - involving a person who is not very spiritual, but was so moved by it that he was questioning reality - to my friend. How is he likely to spin it? How could it possibly be spun? I wasn't hallucinating by myself. I had a shared experience, that came, completely of its own accord, from deep within, and changed two people's lives forever.

What if I tell him that when I was 19, one night I stood looking at a vast dark mountain at night, and seeing nothing (at Gatlinburg, TN). I decided to use the magnifying glass (the kind you pay 25 cents for) -why?? I glided the lens over complete darkness. Suddenly, it landed on a bride and groom, ascending the mountain on a ski slope. The couple was triumphant, serene, unified, aglow. They literally glowed. I was completely sober.

(Now) I already know what this means. But is this something I could share with a close friend that does not believe?

I have a theory that filmmaking has enabled (Western) humanity to look at itself from the 3rd person, gaining a collective self-awareness that wasn't there before; taking Western humanity from 12pm to 1pm on the great clock of the history of our species, collectively-speaking. Is this a popular or unpopular opinion?

Hello, I'm on spiritual healer path and am aware of helper spirits, etc. However, I'm puzzled by one relationship. I had to make a profoundly painful sacrifice at 16, and completely let go of my living mother, who is from the same soul family, if not one of my soulmates. That was 30 years ago, and I still grieve it, as though it were yesterday. She's oceans away in a place I can't visit or call (mental disability, and I don't currently have the means to fly over to see her.) I know I'll see her in 5-10 years, most likely before she passes away. (oh god 😭😭...)

As I've grown in my abilities in recent years, including telepathy, I've become aware that there are moments when we're telepathically connected. I'd be thinking of her and crying, then I feel her presence, consoling me, and I'm rejuvenated. I've become aware that her spirit is with me, watching over me. I can feel that she's waiting until I grow very strong in my abilities, and reach out to her via the spirit world. I can just feel it. But how can this be? I'm still learning much. Can a living person be a spirit guide, etc?? Thank you!! 😭

There has to be something spiritually wrong with them. Go find something else to do for fun, than killing beautiful Oryx antelope; using it as prop for a photo

How long has this been a thing? In my neighborhood, some terrible men drive a particular type of car. When they accelerate, it makes horrifically loud noise, and finishes with bombing or shooting sounds. The only reaction it creates is that it terrorizes people on the sidewalk. How long has this been going on? Is this recent?

I don't know if anyone would have advice. I'm on a specific path of healer (didn't choose it voluntarily; it chose me), and I'm coming out of a 10-15 years, during which my entire worldview shifted and deepened profoundly, with me symbolically dying and getting close to death. Going through a slow rebirth now, though it still feels like I'm burning embers.

I have only close friend, I believe an atheist, and I'm having the hardest time not making a constant and embarrassing fool of myself, where I keep trying to convey the vision of reality that I've been given; of the incredible interconnectedness of everything; how I know that I'll be a super Late Bloomer in my late 50s, that I won't be ready for a relationship until then, that I know who it'll be with, etc.

The last two close friends I had were also male, but highly spiritual members of my soul family, and it was very easy to make them understand. This friend is, basically, concerned that due to my terrible adversity and total isolation, I've lost a part of my mind. They don't say it, but the questions they pose in response to what I share imply it. He asked me if I have bucket lists, like his plans to travel certain areas of the world, and I didn't know how to reply, because my life doesn't work like that; it's all about heeding the call of destiny, etc. Ugh I'm so embarrassed.

If I was an orphan of the world before, I feel even worse now.

I don't see this mentioned anywhere, and would like to write a blog post about it (including about my own experience proving that Twin Flames are real - there is absolutely zero doubt). Would anyone be interested in reading it, soon?

Hey folks, one more post of mine where I muse about stuff that can't be answered (yet). I might make this one into a blog post (I'm working on making a blog). Please, grab a cup of tea; hear me out; share your thoughts?

Coming out of the thick smoke of disability and sickness, and coming to understand my calling as a healer, and coming to see how much of my life is directed and guided by the invisible world... has been a staggering shift in my view and understanding of reality. I know this much: though the spirit world exists in a dimension beyond time, it understands our time, down to the microsecond. This is yet incomprehensible to my feeble mind. (A short example is in the 5 seconds it took me to randomly decide to round the corner of a couple of outdoor tables (at a work gathering at my previous job), and walk towards this one man, with him suddenly deciding to lift his head up from his phone and blankly stare at me, as I approached; in his eyes I saw something inexplicable I've never seen in any eyes before - a shimmering flame, flickering, telling me that this person will play a very important role (he'll be a major romantic soulmate partner in a decade, or so, in the future). He saw something in my eyes, too, and we both stared at one another, mouths agape. People were staring, so I had to reset my bewildered look and return to my table. But it was precisely these 2-3 seconds that the other side used to send me a message. They knew that I would change my route and go this way.)

One of the things I'm fascinated by is tornadoes, and have been, since living in Texas as a teenager in the 90s. I was watching a documentary on the freak anomaly that was the 1997 Jarrell tornado - "The world's most unsurvivable tornado." This one sends chills down my spine. This tornado was a freak by all standards, with meteorologists still trying to solve its mysteries. It moved SW, when tornadoes usually move NE. It began as a rope tornado, disappeared, and then reappeared as a roaring, diabolical miasma on a death mission, slowly heading straight for the Double Creek Estates. It was such a powerful blender. 27 people died horrific deaths. The entire Igo family (mother, father, two twin brothers, and sister), rushed home to be with one another, thinking that they were going to be safe together. However, had they stayed put where they previously were, they would have survived. But, destiny called the Igo and a couple of other families to die together. Why?

From the documentary's own words: "In a cruel twist of fate, and for reasons not easily explained, [just minutes before arriving at the Estates] the tornado slows down to a crawl, simultaneously growing to 3/4 quarters of a mile wide, now moving at just several miles per hour [which vastly increased its deathly power]. The force of the winds is so strong, that asphalt is lifted from County Road 305. Minutes later, the Dead man walks into the Double Creek Estates." After hovering over the neighborhood, at 3 miles per hour, and taking these lives, it died out a mere mile later. It's almost like its main mission was to be the vehicle by which these people would depart this plane.

I wonder whether the invisible world could really be that strong. I wonder why 27 people were needed to go to the other side, on that particular day, and in such horrific fashion.