Twin Flames, it is an interesting concept.
“She holds the space for him and sends him all of her love, and she does so from afar. She prays for him and learns to be patient, knowing that he will come for her someday. She shines her light for him in all of her graciousness. To call him back. To sing to him with a soul song. When he’s ready, standing in his knowing, in his total and utter truth, in his boldness, he is fearless and determined, living from his love, a whole being on his own, just like she is now, and the pair of them with their hearts open and full of unconditional love and compassion. They must have it for themselves, for each other, for their extended families, for everything and everybody. In fact, they are God and Goddess, pure embodiments of the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, just like Jesus and Mary Magdalene were, and Venus, the Goddess of Love and Ares or Mars, the God of War in traditional understandings of more ancient prose.”
This truly is a mind-blowing text. Roger may well enjoy this, thought the Duke.
The Duke read the words in his mind, still enjoying the crackle of the warm fireplace so fully ... But until then, it will take some time. You will both have to learn to trust your heart’s pathway over the egoist sense of who you are. For the ego is the enemy here, and this is because it blocks the heart and all of its intrinsic knowing, including its wholeness via divinity. And yes, it will take self-growth and truth too. And much patience, courage, faith, and thorough dedication.
Many cycles will occur, and you will have to release all your programming and conditioning, including your old persona full of ego. It will be painful and gradual, and it will be the most rewarding experience you ever had in your entire lifetime.
But you can do it. You actually have been chosen by God for this. In truth, it is your ‘separation’ period that makes all of the pain more obvious; one or both of you may even be courting another, or the wrong one who is not for you at all. Your true partner, who is your mutual soul, actually chose the other before you were born, in the heavenly realm, and as-was ordained by God. And it is to help you mirror and clear your shadows, and release anything else that may be blocking you from surrendering to true love and coming into full physical manifestation with your Twin.
To be prepared, you both need to have been in at least one unfulfilling, co-dependent, unhealthy relationship with another, and this may not be a romantic soul mate, it might be a friend or even a colleague who was not for you in every sense of those two words. You stay stuck until you have learned your lessons with those others in your life, and are ready to break free from a world without love as the first and foremost agenda for your lives.
But even in separation the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine are really in it together, yes, all along. They are always and most definitely still exuding the same soul essence and divinity. Always in love, despite anything else, and unconditionally so.
It’s really all like alchemy, in fact. Life simply and perfectly is magic, and the clearer you are, the more you realise this truth in all of its virtue. Both you and your Twin Flame are divinely protected. At times of purging and healing, it will be easier to love each other from a bigger distance though, and to keep your connection safe, your souls will want you to stay singular during that time; until you are ready for sacred union, in God’s timing; in the order of divinity.
You and your Twin Flames are angels on the earth, in disguise, and you came here together to help each other and be God’s children. Actually, you two are one soul angel, split into two before being born of this world, and at a significant time of evolution.
Your ultimate goal is Union. To become whole, first by yourself, your energy pure, merged with your counterpart’s in energy and in inner love, balanced in the feminine and masculine energies, and then also becoming one with everything.
God/Spirit/Source/Christ Consciousness, in divine love, for all of eternity. Finally together, and you will create heaven on earth. You will shine your light on darkness, and transmute it with your love. You came here for love, ultimately. Finally in union, you will be safe. But your souls will ultimately guide you, and in time, you will learn discernment and alchemy, and learn to know yourselves.
Whoever runs from the connection, which might be an emotional disconnect, whether you are together or apart, at times, you will feel like your soul is being ripped apart, quite literally. The pain will feel excruciating, because you are meant to be close, ultimately. And in the first instance, you will blame your Twin. You will even accuse them of anything you can think of to try talk yourself out understanding them or allowing them to be close. You may even close yourself off as well, sectioning yourself away to be away from them.
This occurs because it hurts too much and you are terrified, and you have not yet seen the bigger, overall picture. Your souls planned to meet on earth, and to help each other purge, purify and stay in an essence of love, and liberate each other, sacredly, perfectly. And perhaps you have not yet understood that the whole relationship is a divine plan, and all for your highest good, as well as for your Twin’s, and actually for the entire world. And eventually, your love will unite you and expand out into the consciousness of the entire world over time. In all its pain and glory, meeting your Twin pushes you to the edge, where both of you, transcend beyond all of your limits, and this higher love shines through earnestly and so beautifully.
I wonder if Roger believes this. I cannot believe he is making me read it, really. It will be too much for his writing, most probably. Although, I dare say the ladies will love it. The whole idea of a match that God ordained, that is powerful in and of itself.
...You’ll be in peace, in exceptional balance, and will not get triggered anymore, by anything really, not much. You will maintain your soul to a point of total self-mastery. You shall start mastering your highest life, your best self, and you will begin to do things that you love once again.
***
The staff were already asleep, with only Leonard, his butler having waited up for him to get home and retire, greeting and serving the Duke with tired eyes.
The flicker of the warm fire was enticing him to be still, to go to his own bedchamber and get some rest, but there was a sound of the bell ringing.
Someone outside calling at such a late hour?
The Duke automatically became annoyed, not wanting to be struck from his own reverie of peace and quiet. But, his curiousness got the better of him, and so he went to the door quickly with Leonard in tow, before the noise occurred again, possibly waking up his other servants.
He looked at his fob watch and waited as Leonard opened the door. It was midnight already. Unusually, he was greeted by an old woman on the step, and a young, scrawny girl who was with her. The old woman claimed that the girl’s name was Lydia and that she herself was the girl’s neighbour. She stated in haste how Lydia’s mother had recently died, which made Philip, according to the old woman, Lydia’s only living relative. And the girl, Lydia is quiet and hangs her head while being spoken of.
The Duke was shocked and annoyed at the same time. “What did you say?” he asked, wanting to hear it over again.
“The mother has recently died, and so you are the only living relative left for her. You, sir, are obliged to care for the girl.”
“But who are the girl’s parents? Surely you’re not stating that she is mine. And I would surely know if I had a child of my own, woman.”
The Duke’s words were slightly rude, and Leonard stood in awe, as if seeming to think of another scandal taking place after ten years of the household already having lived with one.
“Leonard, do not look at me like that. I do not have a daughter! Good-God man, surely you don’t believe that ...”
Leonard loomed pale and tired at the very same time. “Oh no, sir. Of course I do not think anything of the sort. It has just been a very eventful day.”
“Indeed it has,” said the Duke, now looking back to the elderly woman and waiting for more answers.
“Your deceased brothe
r’s wife. She passed away. Catherine Hardwell, bless her soul. This girl is your brother, Martin’s, daughter. Lydia is your niece, sir.”
The Duke knew that Martin had lived a relatively quiet life, and not being a noble; hardly anyone knew of him at all really. It puzzled him that this woman he had never seen or heard from before seemed to know so much information about Martin, stating how he met his beloved in the small village of Lavenham about ten years prior when Martin was living with his brother at the Duke’s country home. He had never heard the name before, Catherine Hardwell. And he knew his brother had been a secretive man, never really delving or letting anyone know of his personal life or tastes much at all.
The Duke paused as he looked at Lydia. She was quite literally the spitting image of his brother, and it shocked him to see the similarity of features that the young girl had, standing right there in front of him. She had a heart-shaped face, dark wavy hair, and hazel eyes flecked with what seemed beautiful gold.
“Well, it is very late in the evening. I cannot turn the girl away. Please leave your particulars with Leonard, so that I may contact you again, should the need arise.”
The Duke decided that he should work out the details of it on the morrow, and see if he could decide how he would move forwards with the entirely strange scenario he now found himself in. The only living relative to a young girl, said to be his niece.
“You must be tired, child. Are you hungry?” the Duke asked, noticing her small frame.
Lydia looked up, doe-eyed. “Yes, sir. I would enjoy some cookies and a big glass of milk, sir, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes indeed. Leonard will take you to the kitchen, and I shall speak with you tomorrow. Eat and then gain some rest; you do look very weary.”
“Thank you, sir; I appreciate all that you are doing for me.”
The Duke took himself to bed intrigued that the young girl had ended up within his household, the very same night he had begun wondering where his own life might be shifting to, especially after the scandal that had hung around for a decade.
He realised that this might give him something new to do, a sort of challenge, but in a positive sense, where he might use his talents to help someone, and not break hearts. Sometimes he understood why he had become bitter and callous over the years. In reality, people had been so judgemental from afar, and without ever understanding his side, or the plight of his own story.
He began to think about his brother and how they had gone fishing together at the lake as children. For it had been a time of fun and adventure for them both.
His brother had called out to him. He had said, “Philip, Philip, look at what I have caught! Father says it’s a catfish. I think you might only catch a boot.”
“I will catch ten of those and one as big as your britches so you will be eaten up by it! And then I can come and visit you inside of the slimy creature.”
“That’s not right, Philip. It is Moby Dick the whale that I would need to climb into. That would be an adventure for when Father takes us to the ocean!” said Martin.
“Yes, and we shall both go into him and live there forever. We can climb to the inner eyes and watch the sharks and fish, oh, and the jellyfish too. We shall have such a blessed time.”
The Duke remembered the evening. His father had told them the beginning of Genesis, and he and his brother had revelled in the idea of the story from a creator who was called God.
His father’s eyes had lit up, and they had sat in front of the warmth of the fireplace together.
“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth...”
At parts, the boys had nodded off, and their father had continued with sheer faith in his heart that it might still sink in.
“Oh, Father, what a truly wonderful story, but it is far too long,” Martin had said.
“And that is only the beginning,” agreed Philip.
Chapter 3
Poetry was always lovely, and Emily had enjoyed it, almost-always. She decided she would read more from Christian Belford, who spoke of love and other topics.
“The remains of the day are lost without your shining light on thee, and when will you come and see me again? For I fear that the days will grow colder and far emptier without you love, and a man cannot bear his own fruit like you do. Instead, he longs to pluck all of your intricacies as if you are a pear growing fuller and riper each day in the heart of the country that is no longer barren. For you, my dear, water all of my heart and make me eat so readily from your nutritious and satiating mind. How doth a man go on without his love? It is not a way he can muster. And why would he be alone without his true counterpart? For I cannot explain why he would allow it.”
Emily smiled and decided she liked Mr Belford, and so she flicked the page to see what he might write about next.
“Truth and wisdom are but thieves in a life without love. For the truth shall earnestly set you free, and your wisdom might bring abundance more fully, but not without a keenness of heart. For the heart longs to know more than truth and wisdom, but alas, it is sheltered by the brain that disallows continuity and lets it marvel in things which may prejudice its full trajectory. And how I love thee, my love. How I long to know you in the depth of my yearning. But love cannot take me to all, can it? Or perhaps it can. If I allow it, it will surely sing as birds do, with the loveliness of tune and the scourge of their feathered flurry. And how I could understand it, perhaps by looking at the rain, the pitter-patter of wonder that greets me as I walk in it. But the mountains, the streams, and even the lakes show me love and wonderment too, in all of their magnificent and intrinsic beauty. And the rocks and the eagerness of the winter snow also showeth me. But without the one I love I cannot enjoy these things so fully, for my love must experience them with me so that I may enjoy her longing face, needing to be captivated and entertained so well by looking upon it. Oh my love, I love you like no other mountain or river or stream, and all of nature combined could not give me what you do. Thank you, my love, for showing me all that you are, for life is not anything if I do not have you. I love you, my sweet thing, and may God bless you and keep you all the days of your life. For I know my purpose now, and yes it is to love. And of all of the things to love, you are the most blissful, and I cannot last another day without you, my dear one. So come to me now so that we might experience this life together, and let me watch you be as happy as can be, with me feeding into you the esoteric essence which God hath caught up in me. For to live another day without you would be like living in hell fire and damnation. I cannot express how much you mean to me. Oh, my love. You are the only real thing in my life, and oh what a life it is with you so fully in it.”
***
Ms Emily Bragg was always excited when Martha came around. A lovely high tea looking out and into the garden from inside was very enjoyable in the spring time, even though it was still a little too cool to be outside. Martha (Miss Wistow) was a wonderful friend for Emily, and they had known each other for quite some time, having parents who were friends with one another. They loved to talk about anything and everything, and especially about the gossip or fashion in London.
“The Grandiosa Ball is going to be ever so lovely, or so I hear. Mrs Frankston said that it is by invite only, and even some of the French elites will be there,” said Martha.
“Really? Well, goodness me. I enjoy their accent so much, but Luke thinks it is something strange. He is very judgemental about those who aren’t distinctly from London,” said Emily, now giving a giggle.
“Is he really? Well, I think they are too, but I would never say such a thing so openly. I do like how Luke states his truth, though; he always is ever so candid.”
“Yes, my dear brother is such an open book sometimes.”
“Well ... The secret colours of the season have been printed in The Bay Gazette. They are turquoise and lavender, and apparently the Thompson twins have already begun ordering fabric and having their dresses made.”
“But it is months aw
ay,” stated Emily. “Turquoise is lovely. I think I might like to try peach and go against the grain completely this year.”
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