I’ve stopped chasing the memory of that first touch. The physical meeting is just the trigger.
When our palms met, I felt my crown crack open and kundalini shoot up my spine. That sensation was my body remembering its own divinity, not his. The reunion is just an invitation to ascend past needing them at all.
The first moment of contact was intense. I felt electrified and completely overwhelmed all at once. I spent the rest of the day quietly journaling, trying to ground myself back into my body.
I read that some people call this a ‘soul ignition,’ basically when your spirit lights up so much that you need to gently come back down. So I took a hot bath and sipped chamomile tea to calm the energy. It helped.
The body remembers before the mind can explain.
anything, fingertip, handshake
Sounds strange, I know, but when we ran our numerology charts our Life Path numbers actually matched, we’re both 7s (the spiritual seeker number), and somehow that made the first touch feel even more destined. Like the universe gave a little wink.
And then there were the crystals. Both of us carry rose quartz. When the numbers and the stones echo the same message, it’s hard not to smile.
He reached out and pulled me into a hug. When our hearts were next to each other, it was a lightness I’ve never felt before. Like I imagine Heaven being. All the weight of being a human in this dense realm melted away. I felt pure joy. It was awesome.
woah incredible~ i would like to feel that someday with my twin~ who know if that’s possible, since we know the complications. ur username sounds difficult too as a situation, but good luck for us all!
For me, the first touch also showed me where my self-concept was still shaky. If you believe you’re unchosen, unworthy, or waiting to be completed, even a divine connection can trigger that story. I’d use the memory as a manifestation anchor, focusing on inner security and being loved in the physical with mutual clarity. The energy is powerful, but your self-concept decides whether it feels like peace or longing.
So I might have accidentally on purpose devisedxcuse to touch her. Not just her, but that mmmm. long, thick ass dark luxurious head of hair she so eloquentlyOh man.. I accidentally / on purpose came up with the most elaborate way to have a reasonable excuse to touch her. Not just her, but that mmmm. long, thick ass dark luxurious head of hair she so eloquently wears upon her head. If she had it in a bun, I would have never made it to her car at all .. cause bayyy beeee eeeeesssshhhh good gawd all mercy on me poor little roughneck soul.. I woulda done things that, quite possibly could or at least should be illegal. But no thankfully but also unfortunately it was down. As is normally per usual for her. She rarely puts it up, because she knows how much of the mutha fuckin’ insanity takes control over me, and any chance of me thinking logically, and she gets a kinda scared when I go that hard, especially when start shaking like that. Cause I’m so… So. Unpredictable. So compulsively impulsive, and consistently inconsistent, so don’t ever, ever even attempt to predict any of my movements. Ha
But.. so, if I had to choose, at the time.. definitely I would have done jus that.. absolutely I woulda jus took my hands and spread my fingers through one side, while gently and firmly, grasping the other . unaware of a subconsciously set muh fuckin’ intention. (Now after it’s been so long starting to wonder if it wasn’t all her elaborate scheme) Fucking genius..! But uh yea.. So, didn’t take it that far, or even to the extreme. Only did it a little extra, with a few unnecessary strokes. But aye.. I had to. How could I not have..? It was perfect. And now I kinda realize, that she jus let me too. She was jus as guilty as I, indulging in the pleasantry. The first time. The one time. The only time. I wonder..? I bet she still has that string. Prolly sitting on her desk. Back in the lil cut, along with the clipboard, to the right on the other side.
And Well, there was also the time I sat beside her too… Jus inserted myself right on in and -ploop- sat my ass down right beside her, so close we were touching. Side by side. My entire right side, her left, jus engulfed her, she encased me. The closest I’ve ever in my entire life felt damn near whole.
But I didn’t know what to do next, how to act, what the hell to say.. with words.. WHAT .. words. What the hell are words even. And how do I make them work. So I jus asked for water, and she jus came back all professional, as if the lady sitting on her other side didn’t know every single detail. Pretty sure they were talking about it before I came up. Bet she was saying..
“whaw tle. what T. What. Tch. Watch. Jesus words are hard. So this go round, that’s not how I know though.. I know cause I fucking feel it.. shew. All over me. My skin in sensating, is that even a word..? Feels like spaghetti’s.. jus bbbdddddeeeeebbbddeeee reaching out to the other ends, or opposite edges.” Sz- “The other half of your soul, sugar”. A- “My missing piece” Sz- “Endlessly grasping for completion” A- “My skin tells me she’s coming” E-text- ’ " Amongst so many other things, got the urge to say endlessly, but got the feeling it’s been said.. Get your face out of the phone, she’s about to be here"', A-“it’s like I feel her with each step, as if they were stepping on my own feet. I can feel it. I feel her. So fuck muther fucking strong as fuck can be. Do you feel it too Sue..? You have to , Like the energy, tell me you don’t feel her / like as if she were standing right here in front of us. But can you jus feel her coming” Sz- “yes I can tell that She’s like on her way? I think maybe” A-“you… You do. Watch. Keep looking so you can tell me when you see her. God I’m fuckin shaking.” Sz- “watch her sit right next to you.
” A- “holy mother of shit, don’t let me do nothin fuckin stupid.. like fucking grab her by the hair and use her like a stripper pole and jus like sheeewwwwwpppp do a lil spinzee’s onto her muther fucking face, fling myself backwards and shit end up in this extremely fucking perfect position. Like her feets up there, my legs here.. mmmm wheeewww.” Sz- “and so if your head bounces off the hard concrete.?” A - "fuckkkkk.. no cause what if I pass out then I won’t be the fuck awake. And yea he be doing that dream shit too.. but damnit I don’t prefter the intensity over the release. Nope so. Ok change - o - plans. Completely oh shit
I ain’t bouta do shit bro. Cause Here she is. Isn’t she. Behind me, wearing red and blue. Her Thoughts(Ew, fucking bitch, wish Spirit would allow me to bind that ugly rat to the deepest depths of my car litter box.) Right.. tell me I’m not. You ain’t got to. I know it I know I am. She’s here."
I had jus got that sweat suit, first time wearing it, and later on that same day, was when I got held in contempt by that tree, I had sap literally every freeking where. Tree sap, does not come out of fabric. So needless to say that was also the last time I wore it.. but it’s fine, because I peeped a little something that day too… The reason she kept it so cold and brief and to the point when we interacted was cause she knew where the sweat suit came from, and it, well she fucking hated that bitch so. I felt the happiness wash over her when we both realized it was ruined. I was cool with it. Especially now, that I’m seeing shit I didn’t notice before.
Guess this new phase is all about reviews, Realizations, rewards. Reaper reaper I see a creeper
1- Honesty
2- Faith
3- Surrender
4- Soul
5- Integrity
6- Acceptance
7- Humility
8- Willingness
9- Forgiveness
10- Maintenance
11- Making Contact
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