Seer tells how the meeting of soulmates happens

“Marina,” she told me, “we crossed paths by pure chance.” She smiled and continued: “As difficult as it may seem, looking at him, it was as if my eyes had entered his… and what did I see? Just myself there in front of him, looking at him. It was a second that took a long time, everything was frozen, as if time did not want to pass”.

Twin souls, marked by a strong attraction, of comings and goings, separations and returns, cycles, spiritual turns. She, as if out of her body, saw herself in his eyes, looking precisely at her, who, already in love, looked at him raptly. Or it would be more appropriate (and I hope not to confuse the dear reader!) to say looking at herself. Magically looking at what she had in him, celebrating that moment of eternity when meeting him again, she magically found herself even more truly with herself.

When, with some work and juggling, I undid in my mind the bond of meaning of this scene that my dear friend apprehensively and breathlessly recounted, I asked worriedly: “What about him? What happened? How was his reaction?” She was afraid of the answer, the ordinances of karma could prevent, as sometimes happens, the bond from being full, complete.

“He stayed a little longer than me in the moon world. The elevator bell indicated the floor. The little noise brought me to reality, my penny dropped. He was still stunned, staring at me, transfixed. I put my hand to hold the door and asked if he wouldn’t come down on that floor too”. Hearing her, my clairvoyance was immediately flooded by the sight of yards and yards of white fabric. She was covered in silk, satin, soft cloths.

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I know.” She interrupted me: “You don’t have to say anything. I know you know. I know too. When he heard my voice, he dropped the key he was holding. It was that second noise, similar to that first elevator bell, that straightened him. He bent down, took the key, got up and asked me if I worked on that floor too.”

Yes, they both worked there, close to each other, for over a year and a half. Souls and bodies living in relative proximity, but still separate. They had never seen each other before this encounter. Now, happy, they don’t let go. When the Universe conspires in favor, it’s like this, elevator or stairs, door or gate, street or corner.

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