Not long after I moved home, waking up one morning, my Spirit Guides gave me a sign- out of absolute nowhere, the song "we are never, ever, getting back together" by Taylor Swift popped in my head. I knew it was their sign telling me to not dwell on things, because he was gone and not to even wish for getting back together. I can't say it helped, but I knew, as always, they were on my side trying to help. I would have never thought of a T-Swift song like that. It was a very clear sign for me to pay attention to.
Spirit Guides. It's a thing. Look it up.
Last night B astral projected to me. Or we did to each other. This isn't the first time.
B and I had a deep connection. Strangely, stronger than I ever thought, because it was difficult to cut those cords (google spiritual cord cutting). He's shown up a time or two since the breakup by astral projecting to me; however, I woke up this morning to an interesting one. They're always real. Like, real real. As if we are actually together. It's how I know our souls are communicating. There's still some healing that needs to be done, but this morning, it feels closer.
To be honest, I don't think of him much anymore. I've got a lot on my plate and my life with him seems a million years ago. I've waited to get to this point for some time. Where, you look back on things and feel like you should have feelings about it, but just don't.
Anyways... in the dream, I had gone to visit a friend, but she wasn't home, so coincidentally, another friend lived across the street. As I was visiting that friend, the original friend's house became B's... with her. The girl he cheated on me with before ending things. I stood in my friend's house looking across the street to his house seeing him in the window, concerned that as soon as I'd go to my car, he'd spot me. And that's what happened. I walked out of my friend's house to leave, grabbed the door handle of my car and he was there. I told him I wanted my wine glasses back and my change jar (things I did legit leave). It was amicable. I entered into the house with him and suddenly we were back in the place my dreams take me to with him. Every detail. This time she was there. She was shorter than me... more as if to represent less than and spoke to each other with energy instead of words that told her not to speak to me as B and I moved past her into the basement. I told him where to look for the glasses, he grabbed them and placed them in my hands. I looked down and the one in my right hand had disappeared and was broken. I just stared down at my hands, the left still holding one glass, the right empty with the glass shattered and falling from my hand. I looked up. He stared at me, told me he was sorry for everything, told me he regrets leaving me and he's just using her to fill a void. Words were not used, but energy was how we communicated. I calmly, without emotion told him with words now out loud I wanted my change jar. We walked upstairs and The Ugly One's daughter had her own bedroom there. That's where my change jar was. The Ugly One watched me walk through the house (which felt more like floating and not walking as a human would do), she was intimidated by me and B signaled for her not to speak to me. It felt as if I held all the power..... I got my change jar, clutched my one wine glass that wasn't broken. I seemed to blink and B and I were outside on the side of the house. She remained inside. He had a hard on and I had my back against the house, oddly much like how he used to press me up against the kitchen wall in our first house together. His hand outstretched leaning on the house facing me. His energy was excited and alive again being next to me. I felt his hard dick pressing against me, him leaning closer, lips nearly touching. He told me he loved me and still wanted me. I looked to my right and she had come outside to see us in this position and he slunk back and slowly walked towards her knowing he had made his choice, but wasn't happy. He was using her to feel something inside himself that just isn't there. Much like in real life.
There is not a doubt in my mind that that was our souls interacting. It was too real. And in the very same interior of a house in the last dream we met.
I questioned what the 2 wine glasses represented (shown above).... it seemed very significant. The length of time I stared at them after he placed them in my hands was important until the one broke. It suddenly dawned on me driving home from work... I'm the one that's whole and he's the one that's broken. And I went to take myself back for me- that's why I left with one. That's what I've been missing all along, is simply....myself. And that's the lesson- I'm already whole. And he's .... broken.
There is still karma between us. We have but many soulmates in our lives. Lessons we need to learn. I don't think ours is over. I may recognize things through these dreams, but I don't think we completed our lesson yet. To be played out in our next life.
I'm pretty sure he does regret the things he's done (to me... to us) and where he's at in life. I've seen recent pictures of him and I can tell he's not happy. I don't think one needs to be psychic like myself to see that. This does not make me cheerful. It does not make me hopeful of a reunion. I still have a hard time wishing him well. I don't at this time. I don't not wish him well though either. He deeply, deeply hurt me and I'm still healing in a lot of ways. I do hope he finds whatever it is that he's looking for in life. I have had a vision of his future and maybe that's why I can't wish or not wish him well. To me, it just is. His path is set and it's up to him to continue it.
So, B..... I'll see you in my dreams. Thank you for the visit and being honest with me, if only in the spiritual realm.
No comments:
Post a Comment