The Precious Scars

Jonathan Silver Scott Earliest song I played obsessively was Pat Benatar 's Love Is A Battlefield .  Jonathan Scott and I met on a battlefield , our first lifetime.  January 17 is the day I was "officially" diagnosed with Hashimoto's ; this year, the Scott's threw a birthday party .......for someone else.  First "celebrity" thread I ever contributed.....was this; it's dated August 8......day I returned to Twitter .  It's weird we lived in the same city, same year; returned home same time.....because something beyond our control sidetracked our dreams.  We've not met .....but for a time, was convinced I'd not be leaving this world before that happened.  Crazy as it sounds.....moment I doubted, Jonathan "appeared" in my home.......flesh and blood; close enough to see every line on his face....spoke my name; fainted. Have always referred to him as Jonathan Scott ......for tagging purposes, but he's been  John ........

SMP, The After-Grad Party Sometimes I wonder if Jonathan Scott has awareness of me.  The more I learn about the twin flame connection , the more I question if I'm the only one.  Maybe that's why I see his soul so effortlessly; because we are  one soul in two bodies ?  If that's the case, can he see mine? Having  ONE soul , also means having  ONE Karma ; we're not individuals reaping what we sow, independent from others.  If one acts accordingly, the other benefits.....pays the price otherwise.  Suspect Jonathan and I will never share memories from common lifetimes for this reason; only one of us is responsible for clearing the karmic debt associated with it.  He has "awareness" of a past life in which we were " sworn enemies "; sports a scar same location as his death blow......but doubt he would recall details in the same manner I did.  Found myself screaming, " YOU LEFT ME!  YOU WERE MY ONLY FRIEND; MY ONLY...

March 22, 2018  was the day in which the events of A Banshee's Cry took place.  Precisely one year later, a couple of visions would spell the end of this particular leg of my journey.  Was to be born  March 22 , but an accident caused my mother to delivery me early.  I am exactly three years, two months, and two days older than Jonathan and Drew .  322  is said to be a sign of a powerful spiritual awakening.  #ILoveJonathanScott Drew Scott has a tendency to go a bit heavy with scented soaps.  Noticed this when I found myself trailing behind both him and Linda Phan , at a height level to his.  Thought I'd gone crazy.......until I learnt about the supernatural aspects of the twin flame phenomena.  Explained those times I glanced into a mirror......and saw Jonathan 's eyes in place of my own.  This is one of many photos in which I can see my face in his.  There were multiple occasions where I glimpsed ...

Were placed into position July/August to "stumble over" one another.  Know of each other through their "workzz".    Contact has been passive; indirect.  Attempts at direct communication have been delayed.  Have not yet met.....as of December 2018.    Took a hiatus.......to date a man who views himself a composition of parts.  He is every bit as funny and kind-hearted as Herman Munster ; externally exquisite like Eva in The Bride .....but compromising his dreams in the pursuit of worldly possessions has left him feeling more monster than man.  Anyone who has read  Mary Shelley 's novel knows the real monster is Victor Frankenstein .....creator of the creature.  Wonder sometimes if this man is creature.....or creator of his circumstances.  Not surprising he found me.......a woman whose dreams of fame and fortune began while watching the Universal classic, Frankenstein . The Scott Brothers Tabloids say ...

Jacqueline, Age 16 Mom was right to deter me from seeing Brothers Take New Orleans .  As soon as I did, my mind became flooded with memories of her.  It's funny.  I couldn't even recall her name following the accident; had to trick someone into telling me.  All I remembered of her was her cranking the tunes the instant " Earth Angel " came on the radio and singing badly to it.  A second incident involved her opening the door; telling a bloodied woman to get into the car.  Boyfriend was beating on her in the streets.  No one else was willing to intervene.  Am told I have her hands.  She's the reason I gave up my coveted position as In-House Costume Designer to take on the challenge of developing a young theatre company's image.  I was the best candidate for the job....later titled Director of Development....simply because I was the only one who had any experience with the day-to-day running of a business, raising funds, working...

I suspect there's a reason why the more I see of these Property Brothers , the more intertwined they become in my present journey.  I am a fan of their work, but unlike others I do not see their so-called "charmed life" as answer to some "happily-ever-after" prayer.  People who know my name think much the same about me....which is why I can say in all honesty, money and power do not equate to happiness.            Lauren B Jewellery I recall an argument from my film theory/marketing class regarding the popularity of television....how its attractiveness laid in its simplicity and symmetry; a vast contract to life which is messy, complex, and complicated.  In pondering this, I realized why these two appeal to the masses, even more than some of their contemporaries.  As identical twins, they appear as if two-sides of the same face....not unlike the god  Janus .  I laugh when recollecting a post in which the implication was...

ज ो न ा थ न   red late-ripening apple; primarily eaten raw   Jonathan Hadn't thought of this guy since grade school.  Suppose he came to mind while watching Drew's Honeymoon House because his name is Jonathan.  He was the first boy to like me.  I did not share his feelings.  I was a  John Schneider  girl, dreaming of having Bo Duke babies with golden locks like my mother's.  Jonathan loved playing with my hair and tagged along wherever the girls were.  This did not win me friends.  One day he got brazen and kissed me right in the middle of kindergarten class.  I rewarded him by giving him his first black eye.  He escaped punishment, but for my crime I was sent to the corner and told I was a bad Christian girl.....a phrase I'd become quite familiar with.  It was Jonathan's fault; it all started with him....and from that day forward I took to calling him "Trouble".  Unfortunately "T...

I don't know what being a clairvoyant  is like for anyone else.  For me, it's been a mixed bag.  Growing up, we were not encouraged to speak on the subject unless something unusual happened....and never to my father.  This often left me at odds.  An early education might have helped, but I was still in the dark on the basics until adulthood.  It was while attending a retreat at 23, I learnt I'm a so-called "trance" medium ....which apparently was such a big deal the whole room fell silent.  I wanted to be part of a group where I could be myself, but in the end a man gliding out of me the same moment a dog bit me just further differentiated me. Sister, Mom, Brother, Me I like the heightened senses, hyper-cognition, and even the ability to detect patterns quickly.  I miss experiencing memory as indistinguishable from day-to-day living.  Instant recall, photographic memory, and interactions within but independent from remembrances wer...