The Precious Scars

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 ...

Instagram These two photos are hauntingly beautiful to me, for one reason.......I can clearly see Jonathan 's soul .  Been struggling for a year to catch a glimpse of my own, hoping to reconnect with an emotion responsible for a specific biochemical reaction .  Have been unsuccessful in my attempts......mainly because seeing depths to this degree is almost impossible to achieve.  Yet with Jonathan Scott , I fight time and again not to see his.  Happens only when his face is "naked"...........free of make-up and not pumped full of botox.  Stop myself short of seeing...........because to gaze upon a person in this manner is akin to peering right into the core of their being.  It's not something that has ever happened with a stranger............and because it's more intimate than sex alone, baring witness to it............without Jonathan 's knowledge or consent, feels like a violation against him somehow.  The only people who have the righ...

Ever have a reaction straight out of a movie?  Mine occurred when hearing, "Retire now because.....".  Suddenly I was doing a Bella in the moments following her death.....internally screaming and clawing at my face, but externally appearing so quiet and still in the presence of the man with me. The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch Something else happened.  There was this burst, followed by a ripple...which sped away from me with supersonic speed and force.  Didn't know what it was.  Didn't know what it meant.  Wouldn't know for many months.        Essentially, I was instructed to make a wish list and begin checking everything I'd ever wanted for my life.  All I'd wanted these last twenty years was an incredible love who'd come home to me......and a child.  I wanted to be a mother, but these dreams weren't possible anymore.  And I couldn't remember older ones because an accident a dozen years earlier robbed me of al...