We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.
~~Till We Meet Again~~
So now what?
Here we are, in some kind of a weird, crazy reality.
Beach Buddy and I.
I think about all of the reasons this could be what we're experiencing, and none of it makes any sense to me.
We about as mis-matched a pair as one could imagine.
If he weren't around, I'm sure I'd be convinced that I'm crazy.
My own kids don't get it, nor my mom, friends--- nor my co-workers...
I met him just as I was scarfing down some Spiritual Spinach, in order to gain the strength to end my marriage.
It was almost like there could have been this screeching of air separating to make way for his entrance into my life.
Plop! One day he landed right smack dab in front of me.
We met in a weird way.
I worked in a new age-ish store that my former husband owned.
I was standing outside, on the phone with my husband, having a heated conversation---which was the usual at that time.
I recall exactly what we were discussing.
There hadn't been any customers in the store all morning, and somehow, in my ex's eyes---taaa---daaa!
It was MY fault!
I was trying not to laugh as I listened to my ex---it was all so crazy---that it could be because of little ole me, that no one had walked into the store.
It was August for gosh sakes, a dead time of the year for many retail businesses, especially in the tourist areas in South Florida.
The store was nestled amid large trees and was barely visible from the street.
The time was about 11am.
And usually, if it was my ex opening the store for the day, he would barely just be arriving.
I usually opened up at around 9am, so why the ex was complaining, who knows.
At the beginning of the conversation with my ex, like an idiot, I was trying to defend myself.
Realizing the lunacy of that, I just listened and tried not to laugh too loud--- so he could hear me.
As I was standing there, I see someone walking into the store.
I told my husband that someone was walking in the store, and he told me I was lying.
LOL!
Damned if there weren't customers, damned if there were!
So, I walked into the store and greeted the man inside.
He walked around a bit, and I picked up my book to read, told him if he needed any help or had any questions, to feel free to ask me.
With that, he walked over to the counter and rather bluntly asked, "Do you know what crystals would be good for the pineal gland?"
In my head I recall thinking, "Pineal gland? Pineal gland? What the heck?! Who is he kidding, he means the 3rd eye!"
He walked, talked and stood like a big know it all, but there was something about him.
So I did what I had to do---- I quizzed him.
"Where is the pineal gland located?" I asked, and, "What are you looking to do with it?"
I figured I would play dumb to see where all of this was leading.
He pointed to the center of his forehead, and I said, "Oh, you mean your 3rd Eye?"
He looked at me kind of weird, and nodded a yes.
I pulled out a book I had about various crystals, rocks and gemstones and began to tell him that Azurite, Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite good for the 3rd eye, although I didn't have those available for sale.
He began to ask more questions and without really realizing it at the time, I must have begun reading him.
I told him that he didn't necessarily need a crystal to help with the opening of his 3rd eye, that he could set his intention, and through meditation and visualization, he could open that old 3rd eye for himself.
I'm not sure he really believed me.
We began discussing various spiritual things, astrological insights etc.
Thus, our friendship began.
He came back the next day and the next and the next.
This became almost a daily routine.
And, that daily routine ended up by building a foundation that has materialized into whatever this is that we're experiencing now.
My Beach Buddy is my absolute best friend.
I think he's seen every side of me and I'm still not sure if I've seen every side of him yet.
I know that back in that month, August of 2005, never would I have imagined or predicted that we'd be sharing these experiences in this God forsaken old fart community!
I was certainly unprepared for what began to unfold.
A few weeks after we met, in the midst of a meditation, I began to be transported back in time.
It shocked the living daylights outta me.
I found myself walking down a street, and it wasn't a modern day street.
I was extremely tall, which is a relief to me---because I've always wanted to be a bit taller than I am in this lifetime.
There was a group of us young women walking down the street, all together, and it felt like this was a ritual of some sort.
We passed some almost government looking type of buildings. There were steps, in a circular pattern, leading up to a building with columns.
I could see three men standing together, watching the procession of us young women passing.
My eyes met the eyes of one of the men, and I recognized him.
His eyes told me not to acknowledge him, or, as this experience continued, I realized that this was a silent communication that I received from him.
The group that I was with, continued to walk along the street and then we stopped in front of another building.
The building had a towering facade, and steps that led up to a huge doorway.
We walked up the steps, and through the doors. Inside, the floor had a glowing light emanating from it, the walls had candle sconces---and a warm light flowed from the walls.
The room was circular in shape, the ceilings were very high, and towards the back of this entryway, was a large curved archway leading into another area.
I walked into that room, and my eyes moved to take in the objects there. There were beds, made of slabs of crystal, and there were pots of simmering herbs, emitting a soft aroma that reminded me of rosemary.
As I stood there, others began to walk into the room, and I realized that this was a healing room and that I was some sort of healer.
The other women in the group who had been walking along street with me, I realized were all part of a group of healers.
Then, one by one, the men who had been on the steps of that government type of building, walked in and were helped onto the beds.
The man I had recognized, walked over to me.
As I began to work on him, the silent communication continued.
He was warning me to be careful----this was the only way that we could connect for now.
Through this mind to mind type of communication, I felt his warning, and worked on him in silence.
We didn't have to talk anyway---but we also knew that our communications had to be protected so that no one else could sense what we were saying to each other.
As this experience was happening, there was a part of me that was totally detached, an observer, taking it all in.
It was a freaky experience. I could feel where I was in this reality, I was in my bedroom meditating.
And yet, there I was---somehow in another reality, watching and experiencing something, both at the same time.
Abruptly, the experience ended, and I was fully back in my body, and questioning whether what I had just experienced was real, or had I dozed off?
I would experience these "flashbacks" frequently and without wanting it to happen to me.
Very strange. One night, around 8:30, I was meditating. It happened again.
This time, I was transported back to the same place, except it was night time.
I was with this group of women on a beach. It was a full moon and the light glistened on the water, creating an amazingly beautiful pattern.
We were all standing there, involved in some kind of ritual ceremony, when suddenly, I realized that something was going on, out in the water.
Immediately, somehow I knew, he was in some kind of trouble.
I could feel him struggling, under the water. I raced into the water to where I felt he was.
I dove under the water and could see him far below, his arm outstretched and his face was turned towards me.
There was no terror on his face, there was almost a peaceful surrender.
His legs were somehow caught up in something and he was being pulled deeper and deeper.
I tried desperately to reach him and couldn't.
His face was calm, his eyes were wide open and I knew I would not be able to reach him---I tried anyway.
He disappeared from view.
Again, abruptly, I was brought back to the present reality, and I was sobbing.
I was back in the bedroom, with uncontrollable tears running down my face.
I knew that he had died, and I also knew that it had been deliberate.
And then my grief was interrupted by my cell phone ringing.
It was him, Beach Buddy.
I couldn't believe that he chose that exact time to call me, as if he KNEW to call me.
We discussed what had happened and while on the phone with him, we both sort of went back in time again---
To try to make sense of what had happened.
He remembered that it was all planned, and that it was intentional.
I am still, to this day, mystified as to why I had those experiences back then, what was the point?
Yes, I understand that it was the Universe's Way of showing me, and us, that there are soul connections that transcend time...
I GET that. I understood it back then, and I accept it as a given, now.
But why?
Is it to finish up, or continue, something began or continued in other lifetimes?
Perhaps there is some meaning to this---- that just is supposed to be--- and not really be meaningful in the sense that it's supposed to make sense?
Does that even make sense?
We've certainly kept each other in focus, centered in the present.
The underlying energy of that does not escape our notice.
I've just spent the past couple of minutes with my mind wandering around about all of this.
I think we're together, sharing this space, these experiences, the revelations we've had, all of our dirty little secrets (I just threw that in for some drama), because we simply accept each other.
I think we've both had our fair share of being with people who really couldn't accept us for who we really are---throughout other life times, and this one too.
We've both, perhaps, had to put on our masks, in order to get on in the world.
With each other, and this cockamamie connection we've had throughout all of time, we can pull each other through each day's wild and weird experiences.
We can know that there's nothing we can't talk to each other about----
There's no dream we can't share with each other---
We are a part of each other---
Although I've been able to finally see what is going on with us, and all this "we are a part of each other" nonsense, he still gets on my last nerve sometimes---
I'm sure I get on his last nerve as well, after all----what else am I supposed to do when I get bored?
In closing, we both know that whomever makes their way into our lives, at some point yet to be determined, they will have to understand without having to struggle with that understanding, that this is just one of those weird soul connections~~~and that they too, are a part of it.
Till we meet again---
Here we are, in some kind of a weird, crazy reality.
Beach Buddy and I.
I think about all of the reasons this could be what we're experiencing, and none of it makes any sense to me.
We about as mis-matched a pair as one could imagine.
If he weren't around, I'm sure I'd be convinced that I'm crazy.
My own kids don't get it, nor my mom, friends--- nor my co-workers...
I met him just as I was scarfing down some Spiritual Spinach, in order to gain the strength to end my marriage.
It was almost like there could have been this screeching of air separating to make way for his entrance into my life.
Plop! One day he landed right smack dab in front of me.
We met in a weird way.
I worked in a new age-ish store that my former husband owned.
I was standing outside, on the phone with my husband, having a heated conversation---which was the usual at that time.
I recall exactly what we were discussing.
There hadn't been any customers in the store all morning, and somehow, in my ex's eyes---taaa---daaa!
It was MY fault!
I was trying not to laugh as I listened to my ex---it was all so crazy---that it could be because of little ole me, that no one had walked into the store.
It was August for gosh sakes, a dead time of the year for many retail businesses, especially in the tourist areas in South Florida.
The store was nestled amid large trees and was barely visible from the street.
The time was about 11am.
And usually, if it was my ex opening the store for the day, he would barely just be arriving.
I usually opened up at around 9am, so why the ex was complaining, who knows.
At the beginning of the conversation with my ex, like an idiot, I was trying to defend myself.
Realizing the lunacy of that, I just listened and tried not to laugh too loud--- so he could hear me.
As I was standing there, I see someone walking into the store.
I told my husband that someone was walking in the store, and he told me I was lying.
LOL!
Damned if there weren't customers, damned if there were!
So, I walked into the store and greeted the man inside.
He walked around a bit, and I picked up my book to read, told him if he needed any help or had any questions, to feel free to ask me.
With that, he walked over to the counter and rather bluntly asked, "Do you know what crystals would be good for the pineal gland?"
In my head I recall thinking, "Pineal gland? Pineal gland? What the heck?! Who is he kidding, he means the 3rd eye!"
He walked, talked and stood like a big know it all, but there was something about him.
So I did what I had to do---- I quizzed him.
"Where is the pineal gland located?" I asked, and, "What are you looking to do with it?"
I figured I would play dumb to see where all of this was leading.
He pointed to the center of his forehead, and I said, "Oh, you mean your 3rd Eye?"
He looked at me kind of weird, and nodded a yes.
I pulled out a book I had about various crystals, rocks and gemstones and began to tell him that Azurite, Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite good for the 3rd eye, although I didn't have those available for sale.
He began to ask more questions and without really realizing it at the time, I must have begun reading him.
I told him that he didn't necessarily need a crystal to help with the opening of his 3rd eye, that he could set his intention, and through meditation and visualization, he could open that old 3rd eye for himself.
I'm not sure he really believed me.
We began discussing various spiritual things, astrological insights etc.
Thus, our friendship began.
He came back the next day and the next and the next.
This became almost a daily routine.
And, that daily routine ended up by building a foundation that has materialized into whatever this is that we're experiencing now.
My Beach Buddy is my absolute best friend.
I think he's seen every side of me and I'm still not sure if I've seen every side of him yet.
I know that back in that month, August of 2005, never would I have imagined or predicted that we'd be sharing these experiences in this God forsaken old fart community!
I was certainly unprepared for what began to unfold.
A few weeks after we met, in the midst of a meditation, I began to be transported back in time.
It shocked the living daylights outta me.
I found myself walking down a street, and it wasn't a modern day street.
I was extremely tall, which is a relief to me---because I've always wanted to be a bit taller than I am in this lifetime.
There was a group of us young women walking down the street, all together, and it felt like this was a ritual of some sort.
We passed some almost government looking type of buildings. There were steps, in a circular pattern, leading up to a building with columns.
I could see three men standing together, watching the procession of us young women passing.
My eyes met the eyes of one of the men, and I recognized him.
His eyes told me not to acknowledge him, or, as this experience continued, I realized that this was a silent communication that I received from him.
The group that I was with, continued to walk along the street and then we stopped in front of another building.
The building had a towering facade, and steps that led up to a huge doorway.
We walked up the steps, and through the doors. Inside, the floor had a glowing light emanating from it, the walls had candle sconces---and a warm light flowed from the walls.
The room was circular in shape, the ceilings were very high, and towards the back of this entryway, was a large curved archway leading into another area.
I walked into that room, and my eyes moved to take in the objects there. There were beds, made of slabs of crystal, and there were pots of simmering herbs, emitting a soft aroma that reminded me of rosemary.
As I stood there, others began to walk into the room, and I realized that this was a healing room and that I was some sort of healer.
The other women in the group who had been walking along street with me, I realized were all part of a group of healers.
Then, one by one, the men who had been on the steps of that government type of building, walked in and were helped onto the beds.
The man I had recognized, walked over to me.
As I began to work on him, the silent communication continued.
He was warning me to be careful----this was the only way that we could connect for now.
Through this mind to mind type of communication, I felt his warning, and worked on him in silence.
We didn't have to talk anyway---but we also knew that our communications had to be protected so that no one else could sense what we were saying to each other.
As this experience was happening, there was a part of me that was totally detached, an observer, taking it all in.
It was a freaky experience. I could feel where I was in this reality, I was in my bedroom meditating.
And yet, there I was---somehow in another reality, watching and experiencing something, both at the same time.
Abruptly, the experience ended, and I was fully back in my body, and questioning whether what I had just experienced was real, or had I dozed off?
I would experience these "flashbacks" frequently and without wanting it to happen to me.
Very strange. One night, around 8:30, I was meditating. It happened again.
This time, I was transported back to the same place, except it was night time.
I was with this group of women on a beach. It was a full moon and the light glistened on the water, creating an amazingly beautiful pattern.
We were all standing there, involved in some kind of ritual ceremony, when suddenly, I realized that something was going on, out in the water.
Immediately, somehow I knew, he was in some kind of trouble.
I could feel him struggling, under the water. I raced into the water to where I felt he was.
I dove under the water and could see him far below, his arm outstretched and his face was turned towards me.
There was no terror on his face, there was almost a peaceful surrender.
His legs were somehow caught up in something and he was being pulled deeper and deeper.
I tried desperately to reach him and couldn't.
His face was calm, his eyes were wide open and I knew I would not be able to reach him---I tried anyway.
He disappeared from view.
Again, abruptly, I was brought back to the present reality, and I was sobbing.
I was back in the bedroom, with uncontrollable tears running down my face.
I knew that he had died, and I also knew that it had been deliberate.
And then my grief was interrupted by my cell phone ringing.
It was him, Beach Buddy.
I couldn't believe that he chose that exact time to call me, as if he KNEW to call me.
We discussed what had happened and while on the phone with him, we both sort of went back in time again---
To try to make sense of what had happened.
He remembered that it was all planned, and that it was intentional.
I am still, to this day, mystified as to why I had those experiences back then, what was the point?
Yes, I understand that it was the Universe's Way of showing me, and us, that there are soul connections that transcend time...
I GET that. I understood it back then, and I accept it as a given, now.
But why?
Is it to finish up, or continue, something began or continued in other lifetimes?
Perhaps there is some meaning to this---- that just is supposed to be--- and not really be meaningful in the sense that it's supposed to make sense?
Does that even make sense?
We've certainly kept each other in focus, centered in the present.
The underlying energy of that does not escape our notice.
I've just spent the past couple of minutes with my mind wandering around about all of this.
I think we're together, sharing this space, these experiences, the revelations we've had, all of our dirty little secrets (I just threw that in for some drama), because we simply accept each other.
I think we've both had our fair share of being with people who really couldn't accept us for who we really are---throughout other life times, and this one too.
We've both, perhaps, had to put on our masks, in order to get on in the world.
With each other, and this cockamamie connection we've had throughout all of time, we can pull each other through each day's wild and weird experiences.
We can know that there's nothing we can't talk to each other about----
There's no dream we can't share with each other---
We are a part of each other---
Although I've been able to finally see what is going on with us, and all this "we are a part of each other" nonsense, he still gets on my last nerve sometimes---
I'm sure I get on his last nerve as well, after all----what else am I supposed to do when I get bored?
In closing, we both know that whomever makes their way into our lives, at some point yet to be determined, they will have to understand without having to struggle with that understanding, that this is just one of those weird soul connections~~~and that they too, are a part of it.
Till we meet again---
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Comment by AkashicWreckage on August 2, 2009 at 9:08pm
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It's rather amazing~~~ the "getting us part" of it Jeanne. It can be a look, or silence, and he gets me. Too bad we already were married or something or other, in another life~~~I'll never be able to get him to hold my pocketbook and trail after me in a mall...;-D
AW
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Comment by Erin Michelle on August 2, 2009 at 4:04pm
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and, with this wonderful group of like minded spirits. happy wandering!
love, erin
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Comment by Jeanne on August 2, 2009 at 3:11pm
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We can wonder... and wander... together or apart, but its much better when its with someone who gets us.
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i wonder too. all these pieces have got to fit into a puzzle somewhere, making a picture of our dreams.
love, e
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I'm happy if you enjoyed reading the story, Erin!
Sometimes I wonder, though, if there will ever come a time when it will all really make sense!
:-D
Blessings,
AW
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weird soul connections make such a pretty story exploring them! thank you. there's a quote on this page from Carlos Castaned that might apply. " a warrior likes, that's all. He likes whatever or whomever he wants, for the hell of it." call it Blanc de Noir if you want but i like pink champagne!
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