There is someone special for everyone.
Often there are two or three or even four.
They come from different generations.
They travel across oceans of time and the depths of heavenly dimensions to be with you again.
They come from the other side, from heaven.
They look different, but your heart knows them.
Your heart has held them in arms like yours in the moon-filled deserts of Egypt and the ancient plains of Mongolia.
You have ridden together in the armies of forgotten warrior-generals, and you have lived together in the sand-covered caves of the Ancient Ones.
You are bonded together throughout eternity, and you will never be alone.
Your head may interfere: “I do not know you.” Your heart knows.
He takes your hand for the first time, and the memory of his touch transcends time and sends a jolt through every atom of your being.
She looks into your eyes, and you see a soul companion across centuries.
Your stomach turns upside down.
Your arms are goose flesh.
Everything outside this moment loses its importance.
He may not recognize you, even though you have finally met again, even though you know him.
You can feel the bond.
You can see the potential, the future.
But he does not.
His fears, his intellect, his problems keep a veil over his heart’s eyes.
He does not let you help him sweep the veil aside.
You mourn and grieve, and he moves on.
Destiny can be so delicate.
When both recognize each other, no volcano could erupt with more passion.
The energy released is tremendous.
Soul recognition may be immediate.
A sudden feeling of familiarity, of knowing this new person at depths far beyond what the conscious mind could know.
At depths usually reserved for the most intimate family members.
Or even deeper than that.
Intuitively knowing what to say, how they will react.
A feeling of safety and a trust far greater than could be earned in only one day or one week or one month.
Soul recognition may be subtle and slow.
A dawning of awareness as the veil is gently lifted.
Not everyone is ready to see right away.
There is a timing at work, and patience may be necessary for the one who sees first.
You may be awakened to the presence of your soul companion by a look, a dream, a memory, a feeling.
You may be awakened by the touch of his hands or the kiss of her lips, and your soul is jolted back to life.
The touch that awakens may be that of your child, of a parent, of a sibling, or of a true friend.
Or it may be your beloved, reaching across the centuries, to kiss you of her lips, and your soul is jolted back to life.
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