A beginning middle and an end

a rainy windy Wednesday by Summerhill Lane

A beginning, middle, and an end

Dear loved ones,

I really wanted to put a warning up and say please do not read the following if you are under 18 years of age, or if you are sensitive to foul language, or if you just do not like sexual kinky content. 

 I am joking because I have nothing at all titillating to write about.  Well, that is not exactly true.  I could write about my hot weekend and you do know I live in Canada and it is wintertime or almost, (December 21st is the exact date), so I am referring to something more than the weather.  Yes, it was a very hot weekend indeed.  Sorry, I will not be posting anything about it this time.  I am not sure how I feel about him or what is going on with us.  I feel guilty.

Guilty because I enjoyed myself.

Guilty because I felt pleasure.

Guilty because it wasn’t with divine masculine.

I am not in a relationship with divine masculine, it is a connection.  Probably the deepest connection I’ll ever have with another person.  There has been no courting, no dating, no romance, nothing normal about it.  It is the deepest and most profound love I have ever experienced and I have unravelled and broken down to my true nature, my true self.  The pain has been tremendous but so also has been the ecstasy. There just is no way to adequately describe or explain what this is.  It is soul to soul.  It is evolution. 

The person I am seeing now could be called a relationship.  There is a beginning, a middle, and an end.  It is what we call normal – dating, going out, romance.  He has come into my life for a reason, a season, but there will always be an end.  I know that sounds like I am ending it before it has truly begun, but that is not what I am saying.  A soulmate has an expiry date, a twin flame connection does not.   

I hope I am not coming off as a know it all about this twin flame journey, because really, I am just experiencing it and learning as I go.  I think I really messed up in the beginning because I didn’t know what this was.  It was something I was not prepared for and I went sexually crazy with others.  I led them on.  Amused myself while I waited for union with DM.  A union that never came because he likely was just as confused by this connection as I was. 

Thank you again loved ones for taking your time to read this post.  A post written on a late Sunday afternoon as the sun set at 4:41 pm.  It is dark so early.  I have night blindness so I have to plan my driving day always aware of when it gets dark, because if I am out and about then I am screwed for driving home safely.  Speaking of safety, I wish you all to be safe, but more importantly, to be free as well, to speak your mind and say what is in your heart.  I love you.  Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo

Published by summerhilllane

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11 thoughts on “A beginning middle and an end

  1. Smiles Soul Mate
    Is When We
    Commune
    With
    Our
    Soul
    Connecting
    Is When
    Souls
    Are
    No
    Longer
    Imprisoned
    He he of
    Course
    i Don’t
    Control
    Voice
    Of My
    Soul
    No
    More
    Than
    River Flow
    Water Wave
    Ocean
    Whole
    For Will
    That Trinity
    Plus River
    Flow
    Disconnect
    No Water Will
    Never Pull Away
    From
    Waves
    Ocean
    Breathes 🌊😁

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  2. This is such a lovely post of yours….glimpses of pain & joy….enjoy every moment as that’s the only moment you have….the rest will fall in place or fall in space….but that moment isn’t the present ❤️

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