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So if Soul Mates are our spiritual family, what are Twin Flames? Twin Flames are ourselves in another body. When Souls chose to enter into physicality, they were split into masculine and feminine aspects. Please note, I did not say male and female, because throughout our incarnations, we will be in both genders of bodies. When we first leave the Light to enter into physicality, we will connect with our Twin Flame. This is done so we will not feel so totally alone in the human experience. After this we go our separate ways and grow lifetime after lifetime in experience and wisdom until we are ready to break free of the bonds of physicality and mortality. When we have reached this stage we have the opportunity to reconnect with our “other half” or Twin Flame. The chances are that we meet our Twin Flame briefly in many lifetimes, but one or both of us are not ready for the intensity of this connection. When both halves of the whole are ready to come back together and meet they will discover that in that lifetime they have lead almost parallel lives. The events of their lives will mirror each other almost exactly. They may have come from very similar families and family dynamics. They may have had similar schooling or lack thereof. They may have almost identical careers. They may even have previous marriages and divorces within weeks of each other. When Twin Flames get to know each other, they will feel as if the other is reading their life script.
Once in relationship, the bond between Twin Flames can only be compared to the bond between identical twins. They are aware of each others thoughts, feelings, desires and needs at a level that is hard to imagine. The depth of Love is such that to be apart even for a day is a hardship. What is meant by that is that their hearts literally hurt when they are separated from each other. Even if only for the work day. It is this depth of Love that reminds them of the Oneness of Light to which they are returning. By anchoring this Love in the physical, not only are they preparing for their own ascension, but they are also leaving an imprint for others to follow in time for their own.

All relationships serve a purpose and should be honored and appreciated for what they have to offer you in your personal spiritual growth. Thank the person and the experiences for all that you have had the opportunity to learn and clear. Know that ALL relationships are sacred, because they bring us closer to the Light of All That Is.

Relationships are mirrors that help us to learn more about ourselves. They are the most challenging and the most rewarding aspects of life. The more intimate the relationship the greater the opportunity for growth we are given.

There are three different types of relationship mirrors. One is the mirror of who you were. This mirror gives you the opportunity to see how far you have come, the chance to experience the karma that you have already cleared. So don’t get caught up in this relationship worried about why it is coming back at this time, thank it and let it go.

A second type of relationship is the one that is mirroring where you are now on your path. If an issue or person has an emotional “charge” to it, then you still have work to do. This mirror is the hardest to look at because it reflects the issues you have not yet finished in your life. These are the things that we are the most blind to.

The last type of relationship is the one that mirrors your potential. This allows you to have a glimpse at who you could be, if you wanted to. This person is usually someone that you idealize and put on a pedestal or look up to.

Take a look at your various relationships and see which group they fall into. By knowing this you will gain insight into yourself. Self understanding is the entire reason for these mirrors, not to ‘fix’ the other person, but to look at yourself and learn.

The primary reason for most relationships is so you can work on your spiritual self and your karma! So with that said, the more you clear up issues for yourself, the more you ARE the ‘right’ person; the more you will attract the person you are looking for

As you continue to work on yourself you will meet many potential partners, in every facet of life. From the point of view of Love relationships, though you may meet someone and the connection was so strong that it almost takes your breath away. You may have the experience of knowing someone’s thoughts and feelings, almost before they do. When this happens you probably have connected with someone who is your Soul Mate or perhaps even your Twin Flame.
So now, what is a Soul Mate. Soul Mates are those beings that we have had connections with in past lives. They may have been our parents, siblings, spouses, friends, etc. and they have agreed to come back to join us again. The reason for this rejoining is so that we can each achieve balance in our lives. Our Soul Mates represent our spiritual family. By connecting with them we are reminded of the resonance of our Soul and also they help us to wake up and remember our purpose. Most of the time when we think of Soul Mates we are thinking of love relationships, but we can have Soul Mates that join us for business partnerships, healing relationships, and yes, love relationships. Any relationship we can have is open to the arena of Soul Mates. They may be a teacher or minister or counselor who comes into our life and touches it deeply. Soul Mates are truly our friends from many lifetimes who come to play again with on this Earth. Often they come into our lives for a specific time or event. They may even come into a love relationship to assist us in a specific learning and then move on. Whatever the purpose of being in each others lives it is a beautiful experience. When you connect with your Soul Mate in a love relationship, you have, in effect, found your perfect mate for where you are in your development as a Soul.

I have never understood the appeal of drugs.

Oh I smoked pot with my peace corps friends and broke out in huge red itchy patches they called hives so I never bothered again; my new husband gave me apple juice with what he called magic mushrooms chopped in it - easily the most revolting thing I have ever consumed, I would almost rather eat liver - and nothing happened. Then almost twenty minutes later I was watching my roux bubble in the saute pan and it was the most tremendously funny thing I had ever seen, the mushrooms had, as they say, kicked in.

An amazing experience which almost matched the LSD I took in a medically controlled experiment. Imagine, getting paid to spend the weekend in a hospital tripping on medical grade acid with a full staff there if anything went wrong. It never occurred to me to say no. And there is my drug use history. I decided, much to my husband's disgust that drugs were not for me. I can create those same worlds in my head and better without interference or the addition of foreign substances.

My glands all manufacture wonderful highs, adrenaline, pulsing through me right now (which is why I am writing this) because my system is gearing up for performance. Serotonin and endorphins can be coaxed into the bloodstream easily with their attendant pleasures and release and I never have a headaches or loss of memory or a bloody nose bleed as the price for my mad indulgence in mind altering substances that cost me not one red cent. I make the cake, eat it and have it all at the same time.

Following on from recent campaigns from the world of celebrity there is a new campaign on the block, Live Earth.

Tonight I caught a few minutes of a programme entitled "Saving Planet Earth". Now let me say from the start that I am not against the concept of saving the planet, if indeed it is about to disappear and does in fact need saving. Doom and despondency have their place I am sure. It is just that I can not help but feel a little cringe when I tune into yet another event organised by the great and good with statements which perhaps lose a little of their impact in all the glitz and glamour.

According to scientific records from National Geographic News the number of identified species on the planet is around two million whilst it is estimated that from ten million to more than one hundred million species are still undiscovered.

I read a couple of years ago in The New Scientist that the Earth may be on the brink of a sixth mass extinction on a par with the five others that have punctuated its history.

Perhaps, just perhaps, the Earth has a balancing mechanism. That may be what we are seeing now. The redressing of the imbalance brought about by mankind.The outcome of the industrial revolution, the never ending race for more money , bigger cars, better living may have an inevitable and foregone conclusion.

That we, mankind, have the audacity to imagine that we have an answer to save the Earth seems a little far fetched when we look at what a mess we have apparently made.

If indeed mankind has the power to save the Earth I really hope that the other 100 million species is grateful. Or maybe just maybe the Earth and all its species are a little more important in the scheme of things than the arrogance of humanity would indicate. Maybe the creation of all the objects of the world does not have the goal of bringing happiness to just one species. Is it right that man should place more value on it's contribution than any other? Is not the contribution of the smallest creature or the smallest fragment just as important in the universe?

I think the Earth consists of a little more than the mere happiness or satisfaction of one species and I also think the Earth can take care of itself, even if that means being without mankind.

To quote variously from Ecclesiastes

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

Barbadian)

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Friday at last. The culmination of a week of research and information gathering, stuff that has been simmering in between my brain cells while I went about the rest of my job to be turned into a tasty stew ready for serving tonight.

Last evening I blew joining the BBC for the news, twice. Instead of a smooth 7 pips, time check and the news starts I couldn't hear the pips at all and missed the time check. Second time the timing on the commercial was longer than the advertised 30 secs so I couldn't join until it was over.

Next challenge was the weather forecast. How hard could it be? You call the met office, they give you the info and then you announce it ten minutes later. Except every radio station is calling the Met Office for the forecast (why can't they print it out and fax it or email it?) and they rattle off things like "clouds 4/8 low" barometric 1015.3 todays max 30.0 today's min.25.2 and go barreling on with never a pause while you write so fast your carpals wince and consider developing a syndrome.

Then you put down the phone: look at what you have written on a form too small to hold all the information and realise you haven't got a clue what you wrote. Random words come back..partly cloudy, brief showers, dissipating tropical wave in the Northern lees and Southern windwards, it may not be the weatherman who is wrong - the announcer just makes it up as they go along (just kidding...partly)....and now oh shoot time to start the sunset theme...a practise I hope to eliminate as it is so hit and miss just like the darned sunrise theme.

Start a piece of music and when it ends the sun is either up or down. Hah! One Saturday I ran in horror back into the studio after closing my show because when I got outside the sky was pitch black and I thought I had inadvertently signed off an hour early. No, the clocks all made me right so it was the weather, so overcast the sun just wasn't taking a bow that morning!

All this and yesterday the windscreen on the mic had been treated with a disinfectant and reeked of chemicals, a scent so strong I could taste it in the inch of air around the microphone; so after an hour my head was pounding, my lungs adopting an asthmatic wheeze and my tongue was swelling in my mouth making the finer points of articulation beyond my reach.

This morning my throat and chest have iron bands around them and my voice breaks on the fifth note of the scales instead of the seventh in the fourth octave. Well, I have fourteen hours to get it working again. Go for a walk, sit in the sun tossed by the breeze I can hear lashing the branches into a frenzy while the five wind chimes in the apartment downstairs sound as though they are hitting against their neighbour's chimes as well as their own, melodious cacophony, antiphony to fill the morning's silences. No poetry today.

Indifference draws a veil
across vision
Eyes turn, unseeing,
to the wall
sinking into white
oblivion
avoiding the day.

Well, I guess it is in there somewhere but no gentle wafts of love and romance or even the salty tang of passion are tugging at my roots to be born.

I gone.

I love these little emotes

ths myy blog today I didn't do nothing much, but chill out and pettedlizzy this blog willbe updated everyday so anyone feeel free to read!!

I took a train ride today. London to Birmingham. It was a Virgin Trains Pendolino. Pretty fast.
I started thinking that maybe I should take flying lessons. The last couple of days I have noticed some small planes overhead and it took me back to when I was a kid.

There were several ice cream vans that used to come around our road selling ice cream cornets and lollyices. There were vans that sold the soft whipped ice cream, the kind that came out of a machine as the man held a cornet underneath. The cornets always came out in a pretty shape , you know that helter-skelter look. They used to come to our road and they had a loudspeaker that broadcast jingles so that you would know they were there. They always had Italian names as-well, Giovannis Sampinis etc I could never work that out.

Half a pound of two penny rice half a pound of treacle. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall .. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. Childrens nursery rhyme tunes really, thats what they played. But my favourite was Jims Fabrio van, which used to come every day during the summer and park on the corner of our road across from the school at about 3.30pm. He didn't have any music. I think all the kids knew he'd be there.

He didn't sell the soft whippy ice cream. He sold the hard blocks from containers and it had to be taken out with a scoop. He also sold bazooka chewing gum. It was wrapped in blue red and white waxy paper and inside there was a cartoon. Wow!I loved it.

It was Jim who first made me aware of planes.I had not really thought about aeroplanes and where they were coming from and going to. I had thought about cars and motorbikes. I remember being in bed at night and listening to the sounds of the traffic. Many varied songs of car engines and the deep-throated revs of the big Triumph and BSA motorbikes. We had a railway at the bottom of our road and there always seemed to be late night trains with the beautiful long hoots and whistles that the steam trains used to make as they snaked their way from the docks on the River Mersey to the steel plant in North Wales.

He pointed a plane out to me one day as I stood in the heat of the July sun. I remember the way he looked and sounded to this day. He was gaunt with a pointed chin and had a receding hairline. He obviously felt self conscious about his hairline because he had let what hair he had grow fairly long on one side and he had combed it over his bald spot. He always got on well with the kids even to the point of remembering names.

"You see that plane up there?" in a London accent. Looking skyward, shading my eyes from the glare, I saw a little shape making its way across the sky.

"Thats the 4 oclock chewing gum plane to Belfast that is! Comes all the way from South America with its cargo of gum bound for delivery all over Europe"

As I continued to look at the small dot traversing the sky my mind was racing with the thoughts of the journey it had been on and the places its cargo would be despatched to. The fact that I had probably not really been looking at the 4 oclock from South America to Belfast with a cargo of chewing gum was neither here nor there. My imagination had been set on fire.

That night in bed I listened out for the thrum of the aeroplanes engines. I could hear them, quietly at first and gradually getting louder as they approached. They seemed to change their pitch and it almost seemed as if sometimes they were going to stop.

I have always loved planes and the thought of flying since then. Theres always a little nervous patch in my tummy before takeoff but it's such a rush. Getting on a plane in the pouring rain and being overcome by heat two hours later as you step off is just amazing. Of course it also works the other way around and is an equally vivid contrast but maybe not with as glorious an ending.

So I will look into flying lessons soon and who knows, maybe I will be able to fly myself around some of the places Id like to go.

does it ever stop raining here..i was thinking summer time..