The Twin Soul pairing is the greatest lesson in separation imaginable.
If you subscribe to the theory of Twin Souls/Flames, you were once united with another soul that had a frequency that matched your own, a twin right down to your very energy pattern.
"When sleeping women wake, mountains will move." ~ Chinese Proverb
Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream.
According to the Greek philosopher Plato in his work "The Symposium", we were once all connected to our Twin Souls.
Humans were born with four arms, four legs, two sets of genitals and a single head with two faces. There were three genders that could comprise these beings, Man born of the Sun, Woman born of the Earth and Androgynous born of the Moon.
"Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held just but ourselves, and immortality." - Emily Dickinson
My dear wild and wise woman, the truest medicine you will ever receive beats deep within your chest whispered from the drum of your own heart.
I have watched you as you moved across the pages of time. His-story they call it, written in blood at the hand of the patriarchy, paid for by the lives of our people.
Yes, our people. We were once friends, you and I, allies in a dance as old as time, long before they pulled us apart and pitted us against one another.
One of the hardest things for a warrior queen to do can be opening up and being vulnerable, especially when she is used to standing and fighting alone.
Warrior queens are fierce, wild and tough as nails. Time and tide has shaped her into a formidable heroine in her own story.
Dear one, you are worthy of a real love. Not just once in awhile passing fancy, but in each breath and in each day as you rise bravely to face the world.
You have come so far and traveled through storms that none can ever imagine, and you are still here breathing fire and setting the world aflame with your fierce heart.
My dear, the time has come to fly.
To soar away from once limiting pastures and aim for the brighter skies that beckon for you on the shining horizon. The path you once walked seems so foreign to you now, unfitting and outgrown in all of your expansion.
With each old layer that falls away from your skin you transformed, a living embodiment of Phoenix alchemy.
Daughter of the Goddess,
Why do you settle for such scraps?
Sister of the sacred, you are woven from stars, and ancient mystery, etched with soul deep longing; do you really think your heart would ever be satisfied by anything less? When did you start to be content and settle for so little? When did you stop seeing your worth and began swallowing your voice?