posted January 16, 2007 05:07 PM         

I have spent much time contemplating soul unions, the deep, profound connections that we experience with some and not others.

I have come to know, that we have soul families that we meet up with again and again and again during our many visits to earth. And the further we progress along our spiritual path the deeper the connections we feel, and as a wise soul told me, the more we meet!

But my question now is why??? Why must we feel so deeply connected to some people and they not re-cognize it?

My answer I believe lies in the law of Karma. I do not believe we necessarialy are to form bonds, unions, relationships with our past soul unions from previous lifetimes, but possibly to correct Karma.

It is up to us old souls to re-cognize the connection and act appropriately so as to create positive Karma and correct negative Karma.

Now, this can be a true test!!! For we are only humans and we have human desires, needs. The soul dwells in attachment to the past, what it knows, where it has been and I think we as humans sometimes mis-interpret this for a longing for the soul encased in the individual him/herself.

We would do good to re-cognize the attachment for what it is, create positive karma and what will be will be~~~

Atleast my version helps to ease the pain, a bit.....

Blessings

posted January 16, 2007 05:49 PM         

The OverSoul knows all, past present and future..no attachments or emotions..those
only come from Earth in this material existence..

as I see mYself and OverSoul and my Twin's..
in Heaven..all is wonderful..trying
to wake us up here...

anyway..that is how I see it!

Know ThySelf..and you Come Full Circle
Karmic debts paid..in forgiving past mistakes...

posted January 16, 2007 06:22 PM         

As soul has~~~

Blessings

posted January 16, 2007 07:19 PM         

I do believe in personal chemistry and connectivity . Your soul and personality are just like a pole of a magnet. They attract certain type of personalities. Obviously, the most compatible ones stick to you though life (if fate has it in store Lol!)

posted January 16, 2007 07:39 PM         

With all due respect, I am not talking about mastering anything, I am talking about the deep connection that we feel with some and not others.

I do not profess to know everything, I have no spiritual egocentricity, nor do I tell others how to walk their paths~~

Or what one must do to accomplish Divinity within self~~

What I do know, is there is something, a feeling, that is present with some people we meet on this earth plane and not others and I think it very presumptious of us to assume that we are supposed to be with that individual or individuals that come into our lives~~

I am not trying to instruct anybody...

And by the way, my latest and greatest soul connection I did not look into his eyes until later, I felt him from accross the room when he had his back turned to me~~~

Now, THATS a soul connection!

Peace and Light

posted January 16, 2007 08:10 PM         

Thanks for clearning that up .

Lotus:

The problem with most of your posts is that you usually post in Philosopical ideal views rather than addressing something clear and to the point. Please try to post in a more Coherent style . It'll really help a lot of us out Lol!

posted January 17, 2007 04:55 AM         

I found this thread so timely as I am experiencing the very thing that you were referring to in your post. I entered into a karmic relationship just over one month ago and knew from the moment we met what it was.

Now I feel so deeply connected to him and he feels the same way about me except he is a total rationalist and cannot understand my spirituality at all. I know I have to try and correct(?) the karma...well, heal it and move on. He knows it can't last either but he has rationalized the cr*p out of it.

It's so, so hard to do because my human self wants to be with him but my soul knows that I cannot be for much longer. So I am trying to be Love (my name - lol) and just let be what will be while still offering up all the love I have with no expectation in return. Wow - it's freaking hard some days.

So thanks for your post since even though I know I am just one of ka-jillions of people to go through this, it still feels nice to be reminded that I am not alone in this experience.

posted January 17, 2007 09:31 AM         

Gemini I feel your pain as well, the contacts can be SO compelling, so luring that we feel as if destiny has taken hold and we are "supposed" to be with a particular individual, messed up or not!

It seems to me, feels right in my heart, anyway, that if it is clear that we are conncted to someone, but even clearer that we are not to be involved in any type of relationship at this time, then maybe take the opportunity and correct some negative karma and create positive karma. Maybe the re-connection even took place in the first place for karmic reasons.

Personally, I do not want to come back and do this again. This humaness, while has it's perks hurts, so I try to take each and every opportunity to create good karma, for instance: the last 3 people (men) that I felt terribly connected to were 1) crazy, 2)married and 3)confused with an on and off again gfriend. I probably stayed in contact with all of them way too long, but when I was ready, I blessed them, wished them well and sent them on their way, with the last just be-ing recently. With the first, I finally recongized that we were creating more bad karma than anything and I finally jumped off that wheel and put a stop to the interaction. I thought for a very long time that I should stay in the "relationship" even when we tried to be friends to correct karma, but when more bad then good was coming out of it, the best thing to do karmically was nothing but bless him, really BLESS him, love him unconditionally for who he is and stop the interactions.

And it is damn hard, but feels SO right, so freeing, so clear!!!

Blessings to all

posted January 17, 2007 09:51 AM         

This can be so painful....

If one can find a way of having the karma balanced without all the heartache...then maybe it saves a lot of emotional despair and angst...

posted January 17, 2007 12:09 PM         

The eyes, I'll try to explain as best I can..through my own experience...

Since I was a young girl I have been able to look at the eyes and say, okay I know that one..no don't know that on...
when it is a soul I have never known, there is something missing in the eyes..there are no transmissions/energy/sparks coming from them...

My X for well over 8 years now...
I knew when I met him when I was 12, that I would marry him..just by his eyes...lots of LOve and Lots of bad karma....

anyway after my divorce, I dated 3 men, all had eyes of karma...they quick healing relationships...then I was bad for a few months...hangs head in shame....

well..since 1998, I have yet to meet a person who's eyes hold sparks, therefore I know, they are not soulmate or my twin..I have not since, and would not be involved in a romantic relationship unless those sparks are there...I could hurt that person, If I used them because of my lonliness...

I rather be blue thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
then be happy
with somebody else. ...

sums up how I feel

I know my Twin in OverSoul, just have not met him in person yet...

still waiting....

posted January 18, 2007 04:17 PM         

Would it be usual to have this connection with say, several people in one family? It happened to me with Mr Gem... and then I saw it in his brother, sister, and mother. All their eyes are different but there is a recognition. I talked to Mr Gem's mother yesterday and something she said was, "the first day I met you and saw your eyes, I knew we had things in common". I am the same, I look at her at I "know" her. First time I met his sister I was captivated also... the eyes... and it turned out our lives and experiences were uncannily similar. The same things happen with me and Mr Gem's mother. It always turns out I am there for these two women in times of need, and they are there for me with an uncanny knowing of the situation and support that comes just at the right time. There are echoes of ourselves in each other. I see this with Mr Gem too. But he is struggling with himself, his challenges, not the least his 12th house moon... although he cares, he can't allow himself to completely "let go"... stop being so "in control"... his mother confirmed that to me yesterday. He will not allow the connection to completely take place... it is there but unconsciously, he shuts it out...

I had a strange experience yesterday. There is a guy who I pass almost every day, he works in the street where I live and I've talked to him before but I always find him to be not really that friendly. But I stopped into his work yesterday to ask something, he couldn't do me the favour unfortunately but suddenly there was a strange connection... in the eyes... he commented on my sincerity in asking the favour, and there was a moment of recognition, perhaps epiphany... as though in that instant, he saw the goodness in my soul... he saw something "different" about that girl who walks by every day and was so slightly disarmed, charmed even. In some strange way, it made me happy.

posted January 18, 2007 05:31 PM         

i think i am afraid of being wrong. :-(

just wanted to say that please keep sharing your insights on this...wud help me to develop my own nascent ideas.

posted January 18, 2007 05:49 PM         

and then there is that One, the Twin-One
2 parts of the whole
half for me half for you
and it takes two
to complete. ...
for the mysteries remain
in two pieces uniting the information...

in Heaven my Twin, is to my right
we are side by side

anyway, I know we all see differently,
each must find his or her own way

and sharing here, helps otheres to see how, we see differently, and that is Great Work!

posted January 18, 2007 10:44 PM         

She took the last stool and, turning parallel to the bar, propped the
corrugated soles of her boots on the highest rung of the stool beside her, so
that her knees provided both a convenient perch for her notebook,
which she removed tenderly from one pocket, and a discreet screen
between herself and the rest of the room.

Most people could not have avoided the conspicousness of such a
position, especially in so upscale a place as this; but with her it
was something different. Her manner was charismatic, both cheerful and
unassuming. Even setting herself in a kind of subtle opposition to
them, and notwithstanding the admittedly, - confessedly, - finer, more
delicate material of which she was made, still, she somehow managed to
blend seamlessly in with the rest of the crowd. Peering over the top
of her junior-sized notebook, biting the pen-cap in place of an
unprotected lower lip, she studied them each in turn, a look of
charming and unobtrusive curiosity on her very pretty, though strong,
young face. If she managed to catch their eyes, she just smiled
good-naturedly and went back to the page. The people didn't seem to
mind it a bit, but, rather, many of them appeared even flattered by
the attentions of so kind and attractive a biographer as this.

When the bartender set down another glass of red wine, lowering it
crane-like, with palm acting as canopy, onto the countertop, she gave
him an amused look, head inclined almost entirely to one side, pensive
with admiration, as if to say, "even your most menial actions contain
a sublimity all their own," and her eyes continued to follow him
affectionately down the long length of the bar. Then, like an
in-breath pending an out-breath, they hung distractedly upon the ether,
awaiting the prosaic transmutation of the muse, and fell lavishly back to the page,
where her pen had already begun dutifully shaping the words.

Her hair was somewhat longer than shoulder length. Dirty blonde and
loose, and peppered with one or two tightly woven braids, it fell
uniformly enough until reaching the exaggerated shoulders of her black
winter coat, where it broke like water; scattered itself generously
among the folds. Her complexion was soft, more pale than pink, and
this lent her youthful countenance a gravity, a solemnity, already
suggested by the strong pronunciation of her brow and the sharp,
clever cut of her nose; - all of which might easily have become
alarming, had the general effect not been so artfully tempered by the
gentle ardor of her eyes and the childlike joie de vivre, which
communicated itself both subtly and effortlessly through the image of
all her multifarious aspects. Her lips were the sole heiresses and
proprietresses of a certain, exquisite shade of pink, much coveted,
and unsusceptible to the charms of reproduction. She had artist's
hands, which, though small, were thin and long and remarkably
well-proportioned. The fingers seemed barely to touch the objects of
their interest, and always moved with a touching, unconscious grace,
as if in response to some mysterious and dulcet invitation.

I was standing in the glass anteroom when I saw her; opposite the bar,
studying her fugitive profile, much obscured by the golden curtain of
her hair. At first, I was struck by the fact of a girl, a pretty girl,
sitting unescorted, and as comfortably as if she'd been curled up at
home in bed, writing in a notebook. Then I began to absorb something
altogether more of her. She was acutely sensitive; at least as acutely
sensitive to beauty and goodness as I myself was to ugliness and vice
- as though we were two sides of the same coin. Whereas I could only
distinguish what it was that I did not like, here was someone capable
of seeing, almost exclusively, it seemed, only what she most desired
to see. It seemed to me a fated meeting. This girl, I thought, might
be my salvation - provided I did not succeed in damning her first.

Having, at length, exhausted the aesthetic fertility of the room, she
turned her eyes toward me. I had been gazing pensively, abstractedly
at her just prior to this sudden development, and, when she
immediately caught my eyes, there seemed to be nothing left to do but
flounder innocently in the headlights. There was a flash of pleasant
surprise, then a mysterious kind of recognition, and genuine kindness
in her gaze. But, here was something strange. Her eyes, a lighter
blue, retained the same tenderness, the same intelligence, the same
sober emotionality, with none of the timid "modesty" of my own. In
beholding her there, I had unwittingly assumed the expression peculiar
to her; the beauty which she instinctively and habitually observed in
the outer world I had managed to glimpse in the luminous mirror of her
manner and her eyes, and, so, reflect, if only briefly, with my own.
It was as if I were looking into a mirror and, for the first time in
remembered history, finding myself looking back with a semblance of
admiration, respect, even affection. It was exhilarating.

For several incredible seconds, our eyes exchanged intimacies. Some
barely perceptible inflection in her gaze found instant compliment in
mine, and mine in hers. This subtle, yet sensational interplay went on
for a few brief moments, each of us responding instinctively to the
tacit ministrations of the other, revealing our common sensibilities;
the many and variegated aspects of our identities that found rapport.
At last, there was a suggestion of feminine warmth in her gaze.

I wasn't prepared for it; I looked away.

Maybe it was just humility, or the honest, albeit discouraging,
appraisal of my own worth, but I blushed, I crumbled, I looked away;
at the air, my clothes, my shoes, the landscape of the floor. She just
giggled. It seemed light-hearted, forgiving, and almost ironical in
nature, - as though she too had been impressed by the encounter, and
couldn't help but find comical the ensuing melodrama of my crippling
insecurity, - like the laughter of a child, effected by the clumsy and
desperate scrapings of an adorable puppy-dog.