First Entry- Her Take
Love: A Supernatural Journaling of Twin Flames
First Entry — My Take
About a year and a half ago, I discovered that I could travel to a place I never thought existed, but where, having arrived, I was welcomed. I travelled, but not as in getting into a car, train, or plane. This wasn’t a physical thing. It was a mental, thought, and spiritual thing. Magick for sure. Something that isn’t approved of by many, but comes only to those that truly want, believe and trust in it. It is known to some as realm or plane walking.
I have to say it was a realization of something I hadn’t done for years. I could remember traveling in my dreams when I was about four years old. Then, as I recalled it, I had dreams of the same small space and myself bricked in; at times screaming, hitting the wall with balled fists and crying to be let out. Other times, just patiently sitting on the dirt floor, calm and composed. However, this wasn’t my sleeping dream. This was something entirely different.
This was traveling to places I have never actually been to while awake. It was something I did frequently in my early years. It was something I did mostly after reading books that I loved and that engaged me. But it wasn’t something I thought was a realistic thing. I thought it was like daydreaming or a fantasy, like most people seem to have. But I was awake and pushing myself to another place. This was really happening.
At first, it was a bit scary, scary like new places can be. A new, strange place that was quiet, somewhat dimly lit and ultimately unknown to me. Or at least I thought it was. But I must say it was a place I had been before in a dream or a daydream. It is very hard to explain and as I think back, I was leery at first because I got there with minimal effort, but I guess there was a reason. Probably I had permission, or gave myself permission would be a better explanation.
(Previously, I mentioned that I came to a new strange place that was scary like new places can be. I guess what I meant was, when you must move to a new place or must travel and stay with someone you don’t really know—it felt like that. Like when my mother left my brother and I at our maternal grandmother’s apartment. She was someone I only knew because she came to get us up, dressed and off to school in the mornings during the school year. Or, like moving to a different state to keep a family together, only to find out that you are the only one making the effort to keep it together. These things always seem scary and are very scary. New places. New people. New situations. Unfamiliar places.)
On first sight in this new place, looking around, I saw what could be called a living room area. I would say it had an open concept to it. It was spacious. Marble flooring. A lengthy sofa and an area with a low table and cushions all around. The windows were from floor to ceiling and had very gauzy, see-through curtains that billowed out occasionally. There was a sort of low mantelpiece with vases as tall as I am which is about average for a female (I’m 5ft 6in).
In taking this area in, I didn’t notice any lighting fixtures, but there was something lighting the area. As I continued to look around, scanning this space, I noticed an individual. A male. For me, there was an instant recognition of who this male was. He, I just knew, was a spiritual teacher and guide that entered my life to aid me in my spiritual journey and awakening. An individual who was to help me in my spiritual and human growth endeavors, which seemed to sputter out before they even got off the ground again (yes, I said again).
At that time, I could see him clearly, even more than the surroundings in this living room. This male was tall, very tall (once again, I am only 5ft 6in), handsome with a perpetual toothy grin, and very dark, inky-black hair that seemed to be combed and coiffed to accommodate his cap (I think it was a taqiyah). He appeared formally dressed in an Imam or high status Islamic male apparel, self-possessed, watchful and some other words that I can now minimally say were a silent desire and longing, an eagerness and yet a reservation. A do-not-press, do-not-rush impression. Maybe he was even surprised but impressed.
In reaching this new/old place, I stepped back into a few lines of existing. Or was it actually thinking? When I say this, I mean I gingerly stepped back onto my spiritual path and journey. I began to visualize again, opened myself up to what is behind the veil and started to adventure again. To live or dream and strive to live again. Almost. I could even begin to tell you which one it was.
By starting to adventure again, I mean not the fantasies or adventures I made up in my mind but venturing beyond my mind and out in many realms of possibilities. Maybe like when I was very young. A traveler without bounds. Someone that wanted to be somewhere else and explore the possibilities. A traveler. A perpetual long-distance student, of a sort.
For a long time, you could say I stopped dreaming, stopped hoping, lost my faith in myself, others and God and stopped growing. I stunted myself and just wanted a regimen that I could count on. This was something that was quite opposite to what I was for a long time, especially when I was a child. I wanted to be responsible and dependable, as well as a have a strong desire to be alone. Singular and without drama, influence or pressure from another.
