Saturday, July 7, 2012

SPIRITUAL/LOVE/ PERSONAL: SHE IS MY GODDESS

First, I should say that I'm a determinist. This suggests that everything within the Universe is correlated. While this belief is not favorable to many, it symbolizes to me that my Soulmate is intertwined with everything in existence. In essence, she is my Goddess.

Suffice to say, I do not believe in multiple soulmates (friends, family, your childhood dog) like many others do. I only believe in an absolute.

It is difficult to answer what a Soulmate means to me without sharing my entire belief system. People that know me well, slowly piece together the puzzle pieces I periodically drop from time to time. Even then, most of my thoughts are intentionally locked within myself and are only intended for one specific person. I will confess that I have believed that I was in love with others in the past, but I have still never shared that side. There is only one possible moment where I will open up completely, and that is the day I propose under an aurora filled sky.

Why an aurora?
While I know I'm going on tangents here, this relates to my spiritual beliefs on people emanating energy that we are all subconsciously attuned to. I heard an old wives tale, that if you witness an aurora 'close up', the solar winds of the sun induce a seemingly hallucinogenic state. It is through this that many believe you can actually see the future for a brief moment. This is the time I intend to drop down to a knee, like a Knight swearing an oath, and speak to her of what I truly see in our future together. Tale or not, I will make that future a reality.

I will tell you that everything within the fiber of my being relates to my Soulmate. Every thought, action, or chosen word, is intended to radiate an energy that will resonate with certain types of people. Is it through these people that I most often find loyal friends, but that is not my original intent.

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