False Twin Flame?
Dear loved ones,
Today is a sunny and a beautiful day here in Toronto, Canada, but I have not been out enjoying the weather yet. I tried laying on the balcony wearing a bikini for awhile, but soon had to cover myself with a blanket. A very cold breeze was coming from the west. It occurred to me that my divine masculine was sending me the cold air along with his cold shoulder. Silly thinking.
His no communication is really getting me down. I want to relax and just go with it and not be such a cry baby. I need to get over this fixation I have on divine masculine. He will show up with love for me, or he won’t. end of story. I will have no trouble moving on once I am convinced that he is not indeed the person I am meant to be with and he is not my twin flame. I do know (feel and believe) that he indeed is, but maybe he is not ready and never will be.
I’m not feeling his erotic sensual energy today. He has shut off that tap. I am alone.
I have to tell you that he never told me that he loved me. Here is some of the things he did say to give me that impression though:
- I will protect you forever
- I will never hurt you
- You are in my soul’s heart
- We were brought together for a greater purpose and not just for sex
- Will you be my slut wife
- Will you be my hot wife
- I will look after all your sexual needs
- We are a couple
- Do not share your sweetness and tenderness with others
Bla bla bla
Guess I read too much into it.
I do not understand what this connection with him has been about. Is he a false twin? Just a catalyst for my healing?
I don’t want to face this because my heart is full of love and desire for him.
The above link is to a post where I was asking myself this question over and over. What the fuck is this? I always knew the answer because I am not that dense. Naïve maybe, but not stupid.
Dear ones, I think I have felt you leave the room. It is okay and I don’t blame you. I am just moaning and reflecting and being sad and upset. The energy around me has been oppressive and I am picking up on it, and taking it out on you. You are sure to have better things to do than read this shit that I am putting out today. I am not proud of this post. But I am punching the damn keys and this is what is appearing on this page.
Next post I think will be about love, and sex, and beauty, and art, and truth, and maybe some erotica (if I can pull some out of a hat). Smiley face. I love you. Hugs & kisses, Summerhill Lane