"Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along." ~ Rumi
Dear Reader,
Love has never been just a fleeting moment – it is our song, spiralling across lifetimes, written in the stars. To celebrate my wedding anniversary this year, I chose to write a story for my wife – a gift to the beautiful soul who has been my greatest love through the ages.
As wild romantics, we’re drawn not only to love’s depths but to the myths woven into history. That pull takes me back to Ancient Greece, a time of goddesses and gods, mortals and fate – to share one incarnation where we found each other.
And so this story took shape, another fragment of my mosaic memoir – a single thread interlaced with love, destiny and the unseen forces that shape our journey.
Eternal Twin Flames
The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic breath of my Reiki master beside me. The scent of sage curled in the air, and as warm hands pressed over my crown, I felt the shift – like the gates of time groaning open.
I plunged into a vision.
Sandalled feet pounded against the dust of an ancient street. The brine of the Aegean clung to the wind, threading through olive groves and sun-baked stone. My body was young, strong, bearing the bronze armour of a Greek warrior. But my heart carried the weight of knowing. The gods had whispered my fate the night before – I would die in battle come morning.
Still, I ran.
The city of my childhood stretched before me, its limestone walls glowing gold beneath the setting sun. Athena watched from the temple above, Her stone-carved gaze piercing through time. I had always belonged to Her – to wisdom, to war. She had blessed my sword hand, but even goddesses could not undo destiny.
I reached my home.
My wife was already waiting, as if she had sensed my approach. My breath halted. A force surged through me – beyond attraction, beyond affection. It was as if every lifetime had led me here, to her. My pulse slowed, and though I was a warrior, this moment felt far greater than any war.
Copper coils cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face I had memorised in devotion, yet one that felt impossibly familiar, as if beyond this life.
Her eyes met mine, and recognition struck. A deep knowing passed between us, ancient and unspoken. We were healers – she of the body, I of the psyche. Eternal twin flames, forever drawn to one another across lifetimes.
There had never been a love like ours. It was not mere affection, not something that bloomed and withered with time, but an undeniable force – a gravitational pull that had woven our souls together before we ever knew breath.
I had loved her long before I knew her name. Long before I touched her skin. Long before I saw the copper glow of her hair beneath the setting sun.
Our love burned with the intensity of war but held the peace of still waters. It was fire and air, earth and water – a harmony of opposites. There was nothing we needed to say; our souls spoke in glances, in the way our hands found each other as if there had never been a world where we were apart.
But there always was.
We were twin flames, eternally seeking, eternally longing. We would find each other, only to be torn apart again. Across centuries, we met, we clung, we fell, and then – always – a parting.
I knew it was coming.
She did too.
And yet, in those last moments, we embraced without fear, without regret. There was sorrow, yes, but it could not overshadow the certainty that we would meet again. Because we always did. Because the gods and goddesses had spun our fates in an unbreakable cycle.
Flashes of memory stirred – an empire lost, a fortress crumbling, a night beneath a moonlit sea. Lifetimes where I held her. Lifetimes where I lost her. Where I had reached for her too late.
This parting would not be the last.
"I will find you," I whispered into the soft curve of her neck. "No matter how long it takes, I will find you."
Her fingers curled against my chest. "And I will wait."
She always did.
And so I went to war, knowing I would never return, knowing the moment she turned away, she would weep not for the man lost, but for the lifetimes it would take before we could find each other again.
That night, I fell beneath a sky of blood and iron, my sword slipping from my grasp. The weight of history crushed me into the earth.
And then – darkness.
Centuries unfurled, lifetimes flashing by like flames in the wind. I wandered through ages, through empires and ruins, searching. Again and again.
Then – a rupture in time.
Light poured in, drowning the centuries, splitting the veil between past and present.
I opened my eyes, and they were not only mine, for the soldier's consciousness rippled within me. Memories merging like waves colliding at the shore.
Across from me, she sat. The copper curls of Greece had faded a little, but those eyes – unchanged. In every life, I had called her by different names, yet she was always the same. And I was always hers.
Time collapses. Every loss, every moment of parting, presses into a single breath. The weight of thousands of years shatters, lifting in an instant.
I gasp, joy shuddering through me, rattling the very walls of time.
We have found each other.
The violet flame of Reiki flickers between us, bowing to the impossible journey we have made. I am not only myself. I am the warrior, the watcher, the healer, the seeker.
And she – she has always been waiting.
Always guiding me home.
Yours in words, Deborah
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Hi Deborah, Brilliant, what a fabulous recall of a previous life. Happy anniversary to you both, has your wife ever had any past life recalls, I am figuring you have probably had a few. And I am smiling about the synchronicities. I have just drafting a post about a meditation I had this weekend, where I slipped back onto a past life with John. And I was chatting with a friend to seek her permission, as I have been poked to write about twin flames and soul mates; John the twin and Bron, the mate. The energy and resonance, a wow. 🥰 🙏 🔥
Soul mates keep meeting
life after life after life.
Solos not for long.