*This is a true story.*
In an ‘authentic’ Thai restaurant
On Bloor street,
One day, my friend and I
We were sharing stories
about love and relationships,
and our current hardships with/in IT.
It was then that I first heard:
“Your souls danced together!”
spoken back to me
in response to the situation I had been describing.
And it made me think about LOVE, differently.
I recalled my past experiences
and how devastated or sad I was
when some of them ended;
and I realized that it was due to the fact that
I had associated that person
OR that relationship
with a hope, or a dream,
or a future which
I had only imagined for my Self,
while not really present in each moment of that relationship,
nor truly in tune with the person whom I was in IT with.
And then I had met HIM.
I knew he was the love of my life
about three weeks in…
of course that was also about the same time
I realized that WE were not going to BE in IT –
In any case,
I do not wish to glorify
the tragedies which seem to follow
MY “love” LIFE
but to tell you about my
with the love of my life.
It happened in steps,
but all of a sudden and all-encompassing, it seems.
We spoke for hours at a time,
always looking into each others’ eyes.
And that was important –
to always look into each others’ eyes –
because they are the doorway
through which souls are able to greet each other.
Then, there was the soul baring nakedness –
this is not a physical thing,
but a spiritual connected-ness of Self
which was proudly and gladly shared
with the other.
It is the sharing of one’s limitlessness
with the other.
During that soul baring nakedness,
each soul bares its truth via
words, energy, tears, laughter, their gaze…
whichever way is most appropriate
for that soul’s story to be told.
And the soul who is receptive of the other soul’s story,
is embracing it and experiencing it
in a non-judgmental way.
The receptive soul may even shed tears,
or engage in laughter or
neutralize or intensify the energy
of whatever the naked soul is sharing.
(Side note: both souls are spiritually naked during this soul baring nakedness.)
It is an experience of elevation,
vibrations and souls
and life and being.
It is, in certain moments,
but only because the souls immerse and engage completely
in the dance with one another,
thereby leaving no real memory of IT,
the soul dance,
just the knowledge that the experience
DID, in fact, actually happen.
The souls who are able to dance with one another,
also serve as mirrors to each other,
of the conditions of the other’s soul,
of the energies their soul carries,
of the work that the Self needs to do
in order to stay true to,
the flight of their own soul.
See, souls don’t belong to the Self,
but the Self ‘belongs’ to the soul.
The EGO twists the Self
into thinking that one can achieve control
of whatever pain or demons
are embedded in one’s memory,
and the ego is what coaxes Self
into holding on to that memory –
for if the Self holds on to those things
which have once ‘hurt’ it,
those past experiences will
continue to impress the “damage”
upon the Self;
and the Self will try to unload it
onto the soul,
but the soul does not hold on
to such memories –
the soul is only capable of
recognizing and exchanging ENERGIES.
And this is how the souls which choose to
dance with one another
act as a mirror –
they disassociate the Self from the experience,
so the ego cannot tarnish or attempt to question
the authenticity of the dance.
It’s just a soul dance
between two souls
that transcends time,
which travels alongside them,
in which their Self resides.
It’s an experience unique to the two souls
which engage in it.
Last thing I will say about it,
is that the dance between two souls
can only happen if the two souls
are able to recognize one another
from a time prior to the lifetime
their current Self is in,
and engage in the soul dance courageously.
And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is the true magic of IT.
of dinner at that ‘authentic’ Thai restaurant
on Bloor street,
reminds me that
another soul recognized ‘my’ soul’s experience.
And in that moment of,
and in each moment of recalling that memory,
the warmth of my Self’s smile
reaches my soul,
and that soul dance is recalled,
not as a memory,
but an experience
whose energy ‘my’ soul will
forever carry with it.
Dance well, soul beings.