My Twin Flame Story (Excerpt)
Though I have been a medium for my entire life, I’d grown accustomed to limiting my experiences with spirits to my dreams. The boundary lasted for nearly thirteen years. Admittedly, the boundary was a little flexible sometimes because I would still have experiences with spirits outside of my dream state. I would reinforce this boundary with concrete in my mind after every occurrence until what resulted was a dam nearly the size of Hoover Dam in my mind. It blocked out not only spirits but also most of my memories.
When I was twenty-nine years old, I was sexually assaulted by someone I had known since I was a teenager. I reached out to others for help to make it through this difficult time, but nothing helped. In many ways, those I reached out to made things much worse for me. I was miserable, and I begged God to just end my life. That was my prayer every single night for nearly four years. Looking back on it now, I can see exactly how my prayer was answered, and I have so much gratitude and love for the path I have walked, but that wasn’t my initial reaction.
It began with a recurring dream. Now, I have had these for as long as I can remember, and usually the moment that I figure out the lesson the dream stops. This dream, however, was of me watching a scene I’d written being filmed. There were two actors in the scene, but only one who I immediately paid attention to because I recognized him and wondered why the heck my subconscious allowed him to invade. No matter what conclusion I reached or what lesson I thought I was supposed to learn, the dream continued.
I had this dream each night for a week before the other person in the dream finally turned to face me. Right away I knew this guy was visiting me. His energy was so real that I felt I could almost reach out and slap him across the face for getting close to me.
There is a difference in dreaming about someone and an actual dream visitation. The energy in a dream visitation feels so incredibly real that when you wake up, you’re usually surprised to discover that you were asleep. If you’re just dreaming about somebody, the energy is nowhere near as strong.
This soul got right in my face, looked into my eyes, and said, “Hello.”
That was the entire point. I was supposed to notice the other person in the scene, and I hardly paid any attention to him at all. I immediately knew two things about this guy. One: he had passed from an Earthly existence, so he was on the Other Side. Two: my brain, even in dream state, had no clue why a stranger would bust down my internal Hoover Dam to visit me in this crazy recurring dream.
I screamed, both in the dream visit and out loud because it woke me up. I was terrified. I jumped out of bed and ran across the hall to the bathroom, where I was sick. I couldn’t go back into my room or go to sleep right away, so I just sat down on the floor. In those first moments, crouched down in the corner between the tub and the toilet, I had no idea that my prayer had just been answered.
I prayed to be released from the life I’d been living. The moment he stepped into my conscious awareness, my entire life was turned upside down and inside out. God sent the one soul who could understand me completely to help me leave all that darkness behind and start a journey on an amazing new path to a wonderful new life.
He visited me often, sometimes several nights in a row. During one of these visits, he commented about how everything I owned had a nickname or a name, and he asked me
what his nickname would be. The first thing that popped into my mind was “Chico.”
“I like it,” he replied, in Spanish, which was the first time I’d heard him speak anything other than English.
During his visits, Chico was always supportive, encouraging, and thoughtful, and he worked hard not only to help me build my trust in him but also in myself. He encouraged me to learn more about myself and my abilities. I began to take spiritual classes, specifically about spirit communication, and that put me on a path of discovery. One of the things I discovered in my classes was a connection to the angelic realms. I honed this connection and constantly asked the angels and archangels questions. It was during one of these conversations that I learned from the archangels about twin flames. They also made me aware that I already met mine. The soul who came to save me, my hero, my best friend, and my closest confidante was also my twin flame.
Sadly, Chico and I never physically met while he was on Earth. We didn’t live close to one another, although his profession did bring him within miles of my home a few times. We had shared interests, and even a few social circles in common, but we never crossed paths. The more I learned about him, however, the more convinced I became that this whole idea of him as my twin flame couldn’t be real.
Initially, I could not see beyond the fact that neither one of us would likely have been attracted to each other in any way, which went against my original understanding of twin flames. My brief online searches led me to believe that this guy was supposed to be my
“one true love,” and I just couldn’t see how that was possible.
Also, the soul that I encountered in my dreams was so helpful, loving, and encouraging that it was difficult for me to think about the two of us being connected. I didn’t see in myself anything that was remotely complementary to him at all. I got completely wrapped up in the idea that I wasn’t worthy of any connection to him. This was an underlying reason why I wanted to disprove our connection, and that was the main, completely limiting belief that I carried throughout my research.
I failed to disprove the connection with Chico in every possible way. Instead, I began a journey not only to decipher the meaning and understand the concept of twin flames, but also to learn the inner workings of this powerful connection. That is where we begin.
