Twin flames, when connected on this plane, not only can share a telepathic communication, but they may experience the same emotions, feelings, and in this case pick up on what is transpiring in the other's world:
"My co-workers nicknamed me “Dangerous.” I
wasn’t sure if it was because of my forthright
efforts to tackle new technologies or something
else, but I accepted the title in jest. They were
fabulous to work with, and before long we were
asked to participate in a training program the
software company was hosting at the airport
nearby. I was past any intimidations by now
and looked forward to learning some of the new
programs to compliment the basic program.
My mind was mostly on my work, grocery
shopping, and cleaning. So I was surprised to
find myself in another nightly conversation.
So what was your day like today? What did you do?
It was fine. I was finally able to show a stuffy
accountant a demonstration. Everyone thinks I don’t
know what I’m doing when they see a tall blonde
come in to demonstrate accounting software. This
guy sized me up right away. I got a kick out of it,
though. By the end of the demonstration, I could tell
he was impressed.
(Laughing) Some people don’t know who they’re
dealing with, huh? I hate when people judge you
before they even know what you’re about.
I know. It drives me crazy.
They think they know all about you, then make up
whatever they want, and don’t bother to even find out
if it’s true.
Exactly! I know. I hate that!
I’d really like to see you sometime. You’re so sweet.
I love the way you smile.
How do you know? What’s your name anyway?
(Laughing) You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Try me. Ok, I promise I’ll believe you. You’re not
going to tell me you’re like Jesus or somebody are
you?
No, no, I’m not Jesus (laughing). OK. Promise me
you won’t laugh. Don’t tell anybody.
I promise. Who am I going to tell? It’s not like
anyone would believe me anyway. Oh, yeah, um, by
the way, there is this man I talk to in my mind at
night. Well, no he’s really not there. I mean, we
don’t really talk, talk. It’s more like thinking. Yes,
that would be very believable. Don’t you think?
(Laughing) All right. I get it. I’m Michael Jackson.
Right, and I’m the Queen of Sheba. Really, what’s
your name?
See I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.
Really?
Yes. You’re really Michael Jackson?
Yes. See I told you. Now you don’t believe me.
Ok, I’m sorry I believe you. So . . . Michael Jackson,
are you sure? You’re not playing with me. You’re
not some wayward spirit looking for some attention
or something?
I’m sure. I know who I am. (laughing)
All right then, Michael.
I’d like to see you.
Well, if you’re really Michael Jackson, meet me
someplace.
When?
Tomorrow.
I have a show to do in a few days.
Oh, that’s right. You’re supposed to be on the
Grammy’s.
Yes!
OK. Well, I know. I have training at the airport
tomorrow night. You can just fly in, meet me for a
drink, and fly out. That way you can make it back for
your performance, OK?
OK.
Oh yeah. That’s it. At the end of the
conversation, I felt proud of myself. He thinks he
can fool me into believing he’s Michael Jackson.
Right! I laughed to myself. Guess he won’t be back
anytime soon after he’s a no show!
The next day was so busy that I gave no thought
whatsoever to the prior evening. My mind was
focused and I was excited to go to the training. I
loved to learn new things and this was just the
program to take our department to the next
level.
The training was at the airport in a conference
room. There weren’t too many of us, but the
guys I worked with were all there, and we
decided to get a drink afterward in one of the
bars there.
I guess there were about five or six of us all
together, as we sat down at a table next to the
bar area. I couldn’t wait to talk about the
training. The trainer was moving so fast I could
hardly keep up. “By time you got to the fifth F5,
F6, I was still on my first!” Like all things,
though, I had to laugh at myself. I knew it was
new, and it would only be a matter of time
before I could catch myself up to speed. The guys laughed because they knew, too.
“Yeah, Dangerous, you’ll be F5ing and F6ing
tomorrow all day!” I smiled, because they knew
me, and I knew myself. I would F5 and F6 until
I had it. I would do it over, and over, and over,
and over, until...wait! I glanced up and noticed
a man sitting by himself at the bar, looking at
me. Our eyes locked and I couldn’t keep myself
from staring. The guys I was with had already
continued the conversation without me, and I
felt their voices fade into the background as I
pensively stared at the man sitting at the bar. He
had dark hair and dark skin, and I almost
immediately thought of the conversation the
night before. Could it be? No! It can’t be! I
thought.
The expression must have shown on my face.
Perplexed, I continued to stare as if I thought
something would come to me if I stared long
enough. But it didn’t, and I couldn’t help but sit
and stare right at him for a good ten minutes
before all the men I was sitting with noticed and
began looking, too.
My peripheral vision could see their heads
turning from him to me and back again. The
man sitting at the bar didn’t seem to notice, at
least not right away. After a few more minutes,
though, he realized all of us were staring at him.
He looked down, seemingly embarrassed, as I
continued to stare. Even though my colleagues
were looking at me strangely, I couldn’t help
myself. How could this be? Do I really think it
might be him? That he might be able to hear me? At
that thought I brought myself out of it. No. It
must just be someone who looks like him.
We continued our conversation as if nothing had
transpired and before long they were ready to
leave. We stood up to go, and I lagged back a
little, putting my cigarette out and taking my
time. I still wasn’t convinced there wasn’t
anything to this “man” at the bar. We began
walking and I thought to myself, I’ll just walk
past him slowly and see if I can feel his aura. I should
be able to feel something if it’s him. I was sure to walk behind the others, so they
didn’t see me and began to walk very slowly
behind the man at the bar. In a moment I
stopped directly behind him and his hands were
placed on the bar. I studied them, noticing how
nicely manicured they were and how long his
fingers were, like pieces of a perfect sculpture. I
couldn’t feel anything and tried to see if he could
feel me, so I stood for a moment just a foot
behind him, watching his shoulders tense up.
He didn’t turn around, so I continued on. He
would turn around, wouldn’t he?
By the time my colleagues and I were out of the
bar, the entire thing was eating at me. I shook
my head and said to the guys, “I have to go back
in there. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I rounded the corner back in quickly,
determined to just approach him and ask his
name. I’d end it all right there, and then I’d
know for sure. Looking around, I saw no one at
the bar or the tables. He was already
gone...again.
The next day came before I knew it. I passed off
the prior night’s experience as a coincidence
again. Tonight I had plans to watch the
Grammy’s. Michael Jackson would be
performing and I knew I’d be able to see his
hands and see if they looked like the guy’s
hands I saw the prior evening.
I was pretty pleased with myself. I thought I
was smart. Thought I had it all worked out. Of
course the hands wouldn’t be the same and then
I would know it was all just a crazy fascination.
Michael’s performance began. No one
announced his moment on stage, but the crowd
grew excided as the camera panned in on a
silhouette behind a lit screen. The screen lifted
as he began to walk across the stage in exactly
the same manner and at the same speed that I
had a few months prior. Even the song was
slowed to the same tempo I had been singing.
He did a few moves and proceeded to mimic
smoking a cigarette and putting it out, like I had
done the night before. I studied his hands
carefully because now I thought perhaps it really
was him the night before. His hands were
exactly the same as the ones I saw!
I was speechless as I watched almost helplessly,
not wanting to breathe a word to anyone and
hoping my husband didn’t notice my shock as I
gazed at the television screen. That’s when I
heard him sing my name. Debbie. Was that?
My name? He continued to sing and sang it
again. Yes it is. That was my name."
"My co-workers nicknamed me “Dangerous.” I
wasn’t sure if it was because of my forthright
efforts to tackle new technologies or something
else, but I accepted the title in jest. They were
fabulous to work with, and before long we were
asked to participate in a training program the
software company was hosting at the airport
nearby. I was past any intimidations by now
and looked forward to learning some of the new
programs to compliment the basic program.
My mind was mostly on my work, grocery
shopping, and cleaning. So I was surprised to
find myself in another nightly conversation.
So what was your day like today? What did you do?
It was fine. I was finally able to show a stuffy
accountant a demonstration. Everyone thinks I don’t
know what I’m doing when they see a tall blonde
come in to demonstrate accounting software. This
guy sized me up right away. I got a kick out of it,
though. By the end of the demonstration, I could tell
he was impressed.
(Laughing) Some people don’t know who they’re
dealing with, huh? I hate when people judge you
before they even know what you’re about.
I know. It drives me crazy.
They think they know all about you, then make up
whatever they want, and don’t bother to even find out
if it’s true.
Exactly! I know. I hate that!
I’d really like to see you sometime. You’re so sweet.
I love the way you smile.
How do you know? What’s your name anyway?
(Laughing) You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Try me. Ok, I promise I’ll believe you. You’re not
going to tell me you’re like Jesus or somebody are
you?
No, no, I’m not Jesus (laughing). OK. Promise me
you won’t laugh. Don’t tell anybody.
I promise. Who am I going to tell? It’s not like
anyone would believe me anyway. Oh, yeah, um, by
the way, there is this man I talk to in my mind at
night. Well, no he’s really not there. I mean, we
don’t really talk, talk. It’s more like thinking. Yes,
that would be very believable. Don’t you think?
(Laughing) All right. I get it. I’m Michael Jackson.
Right, and I’m the Queen of Sheba. Really, what’s
your name?
See I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.
Really?
Yes. You’re really Michael Jackson?
Yes. See I told you. Now you don’t believe me.
Ok, I’m sorry I believe you. So . . . Michael Jackson,
are you sure? You’re not playing with me. You’re
not some wayward spirit looking for some attention
or something?
I’m sure. I know who I am. (laughing)
All right then, Michael.
I’d like to see you.
Well, if you’re really Michael Jackson, meet me
someplace.
When?
Tomorrow.
I have a show to do in a few days.
Oh, that’s right. You’re supposed to be on the
Grammy’s.
Yes!
OK. Well, I know. I have training at the airport
tomorrow night. You can just fly in, meet me for a
drink, and fly out. That way you can make it back for
your performance, OK?
OK.
Oh yeah. That’s it. At the end of the
conversation, I felt proud of myself. He thinks he
can fool me into believing he’s Michael Jackson.
Right! I laughed to myself. Guess he won’t be back
anytime soon after he’s a no show!
The next day was so busy that I gave no thought
whatsoever to the prior evening. My mind was
focused and I was excited to go to the training. I
loved to learn new things and this was just the
program to take our department to the next
level.
The training was at the airport in a conference
room. There weren’t too many of us, but the
guys I worked with were all there, and we
decided to get a drink afterward in one of the
bars there.
I guess there were about five or six of us all
together, as we sat down at a table next to the
bar area. I couldn’t wait to talk about the
training. The trainer was moving so fast I could
hardly keep up. “By time you got to the fifth F5,
F6, I was still on my first!” Like all things,
though, I had to laugh at myself. I knew it was
new, and it would only be a matter of time
before I could catch myself up to speed. The guys laughed because they knew, too.
“Yeah, Dangerous, you’ll be F5ing and F6ing
tomorrow all day!” I smiled, because they knew
me, and I knew myself. I would F5 and F6 until
I had it. I would do it over, and over, and over,
and over, until...wait! I glanced up and noticed
a man sitting by himself at the bar, looking at
me. Our eyes locked and I couldn’t keep myself
from staring. The guys I was with had already
continued the conversation without me, and I
felt their voices fade into the background as I
pensively stared at the man sitting at the bar. He
had dark hair and dark skin, and I almost
immediately thought of the conversation the
night before. Could it be? No! It can’t be! I
thought.
The expression must have shown on my face.
Perplexed, I continued to stare as if I thought
something would come to me if I stared long
enough. But it didn’t, and I couldn’t help but sit
and stare right at him for a good ten minutes
before all the men I was sitting with noticed and
began looking, too.
My peripheral vision could see their heads
turning from him to me and back again. The
man sitting at the bar didn’t seem to notice, at
least not right away. After a few more minutes,
though, he realized all of us were staring at him.
He looked down, seemingly embarrassed, as I
continued to stare. Even though my colleagues
were looking at me strangely, I couldn’t help
myself. How could this be? Do I really think it
might be him? That he might be able to hear me? At
that thought I brought myself out of it. No. It
must just be someone who looks like him.
We continued our conversation as if nothing had
transpired and before long they were ready to
leave. We stood up to go, and I lagged back a
little, putting my cigarette out and taking my
time. I still wasn’t convinced there wasn’t
anything to this “man” at the bar. We began
walking and I thought to myself, I’ll just walk
past him slowly and see if I can feel his aura. I should
be able to feel something if it’s him. I was sure to walk behind the others, so they
didn’t see me and began to walk very slowly
behind the man at the bar. In a moment I
stopped directly behind him and his hands were
placed on the bar. I studied them, noticing how
nicely manicured they were and how long his
fingers were, like pieces of a perfect sculpture. I
couldn’t feel anything and tried to see if he could
feel me, so I stood for a moment just a foot
behind him, watching his shoulders tense up.
He didn’t turn around, so I continued on. He
would turn around, wouldn’t he?
By the time my colleagues and I were out of the
bar, the entire thing was eating at me. I shook
my head and said to the guys, “I have to go back
in there. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I rounded the corner back in quickly,
determined to just approach him and ask his
name. I’d end it all right there, and then I’d
know for sure. Looking around, I saw no one at
the bar or the tables. He was already
gone...again.
The next day came before I knew it. I passed off
the prior night’s experience as a coincidence
again. Tonight I had plans to watch the
Grammy’s. Michael Jackson would be
performing and I knew I’d be able to see his
hands and see if they looked like the guy’s
hands I saw the prior evening.
I was pretty pleased with myself. I thought I
was smart. Thought I had it all worked out. Of
course the hands wouldn’t be the same and then
I would know it was all just a crazy fascination.
Michael’s performance began. No one
announced his moment on stage, but the crowd
grew excided as the camera panned in on a
silhouette behind a lit screen. The screen lifted
as he began to walk across the stage in exactly
the same manner and at the same speed that I
had a few months prior. Even the song was
slowed to the same tempo I had been singing.
He did a few moves and proceeded to mimic
smoking a cigarette and putting it out, like I had
done the night before. I studied his hands
carefully because now I thought perhaps it really
was him the night before. His hands were
exactly the same as the ones I saw!
I was speechless as I watched almost helplessly,
not wanting to breathe a word to anyone and
hoping my husband didn’t notice my shock as I
gazed at the television screen. That’s when I
heard him sing my name. Debbie. Was that?
My name? He continued to sing and sang it
again. Yes it is. That was my name."
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