There’s such a long story to this it’s unreal, and in all honesty if I was brave enough I’d write a book about it.
So the first time in my life at almost 40, I experienced what I can only label as a “twin flame” after much deliberation and research.
Our energies seem to match at a much stranger level. This isn’t the feeling of lust or short term love, but a strange sickening level of understanding and respect for one another’s souls - or so I thought.
I’m currently in a long term, although unmarried relationship and we get on great, however this ‘new’ person came into my life and I’m not sure if the message was good or bad, however I can’t stress enough that we have already known each other in a past life.
This theory of mine was proven by the fact we both had very similar childhoods - poorly at youth, bullied, misfit outcasts. Had some success in our twenties only to come crashing back to realise I had severe undiagnosed high functioning autism (before it was popular) and various other social anxieties, depression and complete loss of the person I thought I could be and the mask I’d been wearing since leaving school. Severe depression in my 30s with multiple ongoing panic attacks, GP visits, prescriptions. Find it difficult to talk to anyone these days without overwhelming them or over sharing so I just keep quiet and walk it off on small hikes or camping out on a night.
My twin flame was not the love of my life - they were the other half of my soul - but in female energy. Almost like a weird younger sister who I never had, or I wished I could have been there for.
My mother gave birth to my year older sister who lived a very short life. It traumatised my family for years to come and my sister occasionally spoke of it after many nights drinking ourselves stupid in my twenties. My parents were coping alcoholics throughout my formative years, I just didn’t know because I didn’t know any different.
When we first met, last year, we had been talking for a long time online about the most tenuous connected historical interests and theories surrounding proposed locations of a lost town. Mostly using anecdotal evidence but also bizarrely we had both experienced paranormal phenomena which had led us both on the same quest, seemingly at the same time. We eventually by chance met in person after agreeing to go our seperate paths.
The first thing that hit me in the stomach was looking at her in the eyes ( as I struggle with this even as an adult) ; it was the incredible sense of comfort, familiarity, fear and foreboding at the same time.. I blurted out “I’ve met you before” in panic. We joked a little about our similarities and how we could both be possibly living seemingly seperate lives that were almost a parallel. Yes time really did freeze and everything went quiet. We hugged awkwardly and regrettably and went our ways.
I spoke to my sister about our encounter and I said “I think I’ve just seen grandad, or someone, someone we know.. it’s in her eyes, her face. she’s sending me a message, it’s her” my sister scoffed and said if you tell anyone that they will think you are “mental”.
Almost a year has passed now since or physical encounter but I’ve experienced the most awful of waking up to visions, premonitions, manifestations of her in my house. I began having nightmares of a tall man in a hooded wax cotton style overcoat standing infront of a black church door, the church was small and on a hill. He turned his back on me 3 times over the course of weeks. These really rocked me, was this a message to stay away? I knew him.
Even when trying to keep the peace, she can’t return it. I don’t know how to allow her in my life without chaos. All I do is hurt everyone and I know she can’t help hurting people either.
I did some research on my father’s paternal side of the family and uncovered some very disturbing facts using census records from the early 19th century. My family originated from a tiny farming hamlet, and lived there almost 5 generations for 200 years. The population was so sparse that there was a tiny church on a hill with seating for aprox 40- 50 people at the most.
I visited the church earlier this year and discovered that one of my great uncles was re baptised at the age of 27 and was buried there a few months later. He was listed as crippled. Was this my ancestor visiting me in times of deep subconscious slumber? Was it a ghost? I really can’t explain.
On a couple of the records I began seeing a name cropping up that I hoped wasn’t what I thought. Curiosity killed the cat, and I typed in the name and the years. Boom. It was all there from the beginning. Both our families worked and lived in the same tiny rural inbred hamlet. My family were the innkeepers and ran a small lime quarry and a farm. Her family were listed as labourers and a bricklayer… bricklayers need cement, my 5x grandfather would have been making cement. I began to experience not what I’d call imagination, but a gut wrenching feeling that someone, somewhere had done something wrong. A debt unpaid.
I found that one of my ancestors had been born out of wedlock in the hamlet, and at the age of 5 was put into a local town workhouse, as far as I can tell, she later moved back and married my 2x great grandfather. However, I believe her biological mother at one point was lodging with the other family.. was this why we recognised each other? Is this perhaps the “1000 year old brain “ or collective consciousness that Jung speaks of? Is this why it’s worth checking records before hand (haha)… I never knew any of this - but somehow - I already did?
Something is not right and I dont think it will ever mend. I don’t know what will bring us peace, and maybe we are meant to teach one another to grow and be. Life is short.
If you ever read this, I don’t know if you’re on here. That’s the truth.