My Twin Flame Love: Part I

As we climbed out of the truck and began to walk toward the store where the workshop was to be held, Lynette said, “Oh there’s John!” I looked up to see a man who looked like The Marlboro man from commercials. He was clad entirely in denim. He was wearing a Stetson with Indian beads and a turtle around the brim.

huarache sandals

On his feet, which were bare on this cold, November morning were huarache sandals. I thought at the time, this man is very unusual. He was definitely non-traditional. His ocean blue eyes looked right into mine as I passed by. I said a quick hello, as Lynette called over her shoulder, We’ll go and register inside. ” He was not my type at all. A little stocky, shorter than I liked and certainly more earthy that I liked. I had to say I was intrigued.

I called Lynette to tell her that John would be staying with me a couple of nights. She smiled into the phone and offered to drive Gunner down to the highway, meeting me half-way. It was a longer and very windy drive for her, I was grateful for her help. She knew she was playing the part she needed to and was happy to do it. She smiled at me as John got out of her Jeep. Ariel said hello to Lynette and sheepishly sat in the backseat playing Opossum all the way home. I knew she was taking it all in, listening while feigning sleep. John commented a few times about her taking him in. She was watching when he wasn’t looking.

When we arrived home, it was late. As John lifted Gunner out of the truck, he said to me words I will never forget, looking around at the beauty of the 7 acre property I lived on, 100 year old trees, he said, “You have a rich life.” I pondered his words. John was not one to make small talk. When he commented about something you knew it carried weight. I carried Ariel to bed then I showed John his room. 

We sat in the area designated as a family room. It was a little chilly there at night. We talked for hours about our lives, families and what we had learned. I had never seen John without his hat, till now. He liked wearing it. I wondered if he slept in it? It was so John. He wore an amber necklace around his neck, always, he said. He did computer programming to make ends meet. Drum-making and earth-keeping did not pay the bills. Apparently, he was quite good at what he did. I had no doubt. I swore I was spending time with the Marlboro man. What on earth was happening?

Eventually, I could not stand it any longer. After hours of talking and nervous sexual tension between us, I slide over closer to him and kissed him fully on the mouth. As I began to move away, he pulled me back, saying, “Don’t go, yet! I’m liking this.”

While I shared stories, I named him, John-of-few-words, and gave myself the moniker, Jennifer-who-speaks-too-much. He told me about being with a beautiful woman named, Jennifer. He spent several nights in a snow drift with her in the Sierra Nevada mountains. She wanted to BE with him. He could feel another person that he was supposed to be with, also named Jennifer. 

He was told her name and that she was from Toronto. He was told he would die at the hands of Jennifer. When he flew to Atlanta, although he had appointments, he thought he might die in a plane crash. I found it terribly eery. He said he could feel the exact moment that she was no longer available. He thought that this person was either off the planet or had married. He asked me when Rich and I got married. He asked me when Ariel was born. The dates coincided with my marriage to Rich, more importantly, the birth of Ariel. John knew the Jennifer in his vision from Toronto, was me. 

The interesting thing was that I had felt a man coming to me on the etheric or astral plane for over 10 years. I could feel that this person loved me. I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know where he was, but I could feel him. He came in very strongly before I met Rich Resuta. Comparing notes, it was the same time frame that he had. My sense was that when I turned the corner to marry Rich, John was pushed further back. 

We did not make love that night. John had an issue with sexual addiction. He wanted to wait as long as we could. He was trying to change his ways. Women fell all over him. Although he was not brawny, or incredibly good-looking, he was charismatic and had a very special energy about him. His friend, Diana would later recount stories of women standing in front of him when he was in the middle of meditating or doing ceremony and do hand-stands and other revealing yoga positions right in front of him when he was in Sedona. He had a magnetism and charisma that few have. There was no doubt John was special, as Lynette reminded me every time I spoke to her.

John and I visited a client of his in Atlanta. We did the Feng Shui together. We each taught the other what we knew. I noticed that a piece of furniture had been moved and that there was an argument over it. The couple had split up and divided furniture. They fought over the piano. We cleared the energy of the house together.

Being with John was amazing. We didn’t need to speak. I could read his thoughts. At one point, he quipped, “Get out of my head, will you?” I could finish his sentences, when he stopped talking. Although we just met, we knew each other instantly. Our connection was immediate. There was history, of unknown origin. People felt it when they saw us together.

I had just yelled at Ariel – she’s not happy here

Our time together drew to an end. Rich refused to allow Ariel to be in the house when my Indian friend was over. Ariel’s connection with John was powerful as well. She told John of being in a past life with him, where they were both Native American Indians. Ariel described the wikiup that he lived in. John said she was his sister. She told John he had also been her father. He became quite somber at this point. As if to break the tension, Ariel went and grabbed her recorder and played for John. John played his native American flute for her. There was a softness between Ariel and John that was missing in her relationship with her father. John totally accepted her as an equal. He could see her gifts. He gave Ariel a piece of buffalo fur. He said it was sacred. He also gave her a feather from a Blue Heron. He said he communicated and worked with Blue Heron energy. 

There was so much richness here between the three of us. When John found out that Rich would not allow Ariel to come back and see him, his eyes filled with tears and he cried. He would not speak of what he was feeling. There was much he did not tell me.

When I drove him to the airport, he found out his flight was delayed. I had already driven off and was headed home. He called me asking me to come back. I turned around, even though I was only 20 minutes from home. Our time was precious and we both knew it. We had Chinese food and I drove John back to the airport. I parked in the dropping off lane. He slid over in the front seat to snuggle and kiss my good-bye. As we were in a deep embrace one of Atlanta’s finest policewomen rapped on my window. “This is a drop off only!” John kept kissing me. I gasped for air, “John she’s giving us a ticket!” He kept kissing me. When she rapped on my window again, she angrily said, “Move this vehicle NOW!” John took the ticket from me and told me this $50.00 kiss was well worth it! It may have been the most expensive kiss he had ever had, but it was one he would always remember!

John returned to Atlanta three weeks later. He and I spent Thanksgiving at Diana’s, his friend in Sautee, Georgia. I marveled at all the carbohydrates on the table. I was not used to eating this way. John said, “They’re young.” John was doing marriage counseling for Diana and Steve. Steve would drink while they talked. John commented that there were some serious issues there. I instantly liked his friends. Diana told me to bring Ariel up to meet Forrest. They were the same age. I told her I would. 

Around Thanksgiving, John held a children’s honoring ceremony at Diana’s. Ariel and I were invited. There were water balloon fights and a circle where the children were each honored for their gifts in front of the group by their parents. It was lovely. All the kids had a blast. John had Ariel and I saged each person in the circle. It felt like family. Ariel and I talked about her connection with John. She said he was more of a father to her than her own. He certainly was more loving and accepting. But more than that, it was a deep spiritual connection and love that no one could explain. 

Ariel’s connection with John was profound. Of course, she could not keep silent when at her father’s. She was exploding with stories about him. Rich was hoping for a reconciliation. He was angry, humiliated and feeling desperate. He came at me with both barrels legally. With Christmas coming, my attorney said John needed to stay away. He had become a source of concern for Rich. It put me in a very bad position legally. Georgia was a good ole’ boy network. Males seemed to do better than females in court.

John sent a package for New Years. John did not believe in giving presents for Christmas. He didn’t like the gift-giving because it was “Christmas” that whole materialistic thing bothered the heck out of him. He was not materialistic at all. In fact, he was the opposite. He preferred gifts that were meaningful. His gifts spoke of the relationship between the two people. In the box, was a turtle for Ariel. It had significance. He wrote a loving card to us both, with a note to each of us explaining the gifts that he sent. (The details of the card are written in my book Odyssey Victim To Victory). 

He sent a crystal to Ariel for protection and a Herkimer diamond that he mined himself for me. Each gift had a significance for us personally. There was no doubt of the love that he felt for both of us. Getting through the holidays without seeing each other was very difficult. We talked on the phone often and connected through AOL messenger at other times. Finally, in January, John had enough. He decided to come to see me. Against my legal advice, we both agreed, we couldn’t wait any longer. 

The is the end of Part I. Click here for Part II. I have a summary and follow-up article about what I learned through this profound and life-changing experience in Twin Flame Lessons. 

This story is also written in my first book, Odyssey Victim To Victory. Although it was fifteen years ago, I remember like it was yesterday. I remember what I wore, how he smelled and felt. Recounting this story to you now, brings back all those feelings like I am in the moment. Which is one of the reasons, we need to not live life with regret. Be grateful for each moment and stay in the present. 

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