posted July 26, 2011 12:37 AM            

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Gemini Sun
Libra Moon
Gemini Mercury
Cancer Venus
Virgo Mars
Virgo Asc

posted July 26, 2011 02:15 AM            

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Originally posted by mintgirl123:
It's like 'coming home' and you just don't want to let go.

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posted July 30, 2011 12:26 PM            

But there have been two men in my life that when I hugged them,, it just felt "at home." I only knew one's chart, but the other, I have no clue.

Warm, and comfortable, familiar and heavy.

posted August 26, 2011 11:49 PM            

When I met Bear I wasn't looking for anything at all. It only took us a few minutes of talking and that was it. He kissed me and said "did I just do that?". He had sworn off marriage and I could have cared less about having a full on relationship at all. But... more than fives years later, two deployments, overseas moves, you name it- we are still together. We just "get" each other. No matter our arguments (and saggies can be mean when ticked off), no matter the time apart (typical deployment lasts at least a year), we just know we are meant to be and we (how cliche) complete each other.

posted August 27, 2011 07:57 AM            

How interesting that I felt compelled to ask this question, because the universe delivered my soul mate to my front door 10 days ago...I didn't know he was coming. I didn't know I'd ever see him again...it seemed doubthful. I've known him for three years. I met him through my ex-fiance, believe it or not!

My ex was a Gemini. We were together for four years. He was an untterly devoted fiance, and spotlessly faithful. I am a Cancer and always feared Geminis, believing they couldn't provide me with the security I long for. But I am hopelessly attracted to Gemini men! I have Gemini on my Seventh House Cusp and then I have Mercury and Jupiter both in the sign of Gemini posited in the seventh house.

My ex was a Gemini who made a committment, and followed through with it. I am the one who broke up with him. I didn't love him enough. My ex, lets call him Paul, works for the military as a civilian contracter. Through his work he made a great friend, lets call him Michael. After meeting Michael, we became good friends. From the moment I lay eyes on him I adored him....

I want to share a little of my soul mate experience. My joy is so complete, real, and perfect.

After I broke up with Paul we tried to be friends and hang out with our group of mutual friends. Michael was always there...I adored him so much I begged my mom to come to some of our gatherings just so she could meet him, and see how "cool" he is. But I never thought about acting on my feelings for Michael, never believing they could come to anything. Also, he was more likely to be loyal to Paul. Paul was still very jealous and possessive of me, and resented my friendships with his male friends. Michael and I tried to hang out after my ex left for Lebanon, but I was too ill and never could make our plans, and before I knew it Michael had left for Afganistan and would be traveling the world for his work. He was no longer available for hanging out. I slipped into a very serious mental illness, which I will very soon be relating in the Sweet Peas forum. Michael friended me on Facebook shortly before leaving, but I didn't even accept his request for nine months, because I didn't know about it since stopped going online. I spent the next three years in seclusion, aggressivly working on my illness and making myself well and free of medication. I have not relapsed in 13.5 months.

Which brings me to the present. Micheal posted on Facebook he would be coming into town. Filled with excitement I messaged him. We arranged to hang out and had a wonderful evening of drinks and laughs together. Seeing him was like coming home, and feeling safe, and realizing that the universe is mysterious indeed. He invited me to a concert the following week. He explained to me that he had decided that he couldn't handle traveling anymore, that he needed to find a home, that he wanted to "settle down". He spoke with great excitement about his new home and furnishing it. His job is perfect for him because he still travels one month out of the year. You see, Michael is also a Gemini, but has Cancer Rising...He wants and needs a home. I have Sagittarius Rising...I want and need freedom and adventure. We understand eachother, we understand the wanderlust frusteratingly entwined with the deep desire for a warm and safe place to return too when the world makes us too weary, when our minds are too heavy with thought, when our hearts are exhausted from battle.

The concert was at Lake Tahoe. I don't know if anyone of you has ever gone there, but it is a magical place. The only passionate, beautiful night I ever spent with my ex-fiance was at a bed and breakfast there. Well, Mihael and I had a night that was filled with the stuff that dreams are made of. We held hands. Then we kissed...then we spent the whole night celebrating our union. He may be a Gemini, but he held me all night...never once removing his arms from me. Never once wanting to be seperated from me...He held my face to his chest and kissed my hair before and after making love. He locked his arms around me while we slept, he pulled me close and wouldn't let go. We didn't have sex, we made love. We fell in love as Linda writes: First with our eyes, then with our minds, then with our hearts, then with our souls (we spent hours deep in conversation, and years respecting, adoring, and admiring eachother, even from the distance)...and finally with our bodies. But the physical union we experienced was indescribably spiritual...I hardly felt the physical involvment, so great was the spiritual extacy. Our union, once made, has not been unmade. Does that make sense? The wholeness we experienced while being intimate with eachother is still present. It cannot be broken. We know when we will see eachother again, and what we are going to do. We have many of the same passions, and are eager to enjoy them together.

This is my soul mate experience. I know he is the one. I know that I wil bear his children. I know he loves me. I know I love him. Love is stronger than any force of the stars...Every fear, every anxiety I have experienced in the arms of any other man dissappeared in Micheal's arms. We are complete now. My sister and my mother feel it too. They have tears of happiness for us. They are jaded and abused women too, but highly intelligent and spiritually evolved. My sister and I are both strong empaths..we know evil. We are careful with men, with people in general. We gaurd our hearts with fierceness. We know with Michael. It is all love. I am sure, there is no doubt.

We both have found freedom in eachothers embrace. We are taking it slowly, instinctively knowing that we must be patient with the course of love. But we need not even speak, to know our hearts. We merely look into eachothers eyes, and know.

I've always been extremely cautious when it comes to my relationships with men and love. I've been with enough men to know the difference between love and lust, infatuation and true adoration. I have been quite jaded. But I know now that the universe has blessed me with the greatest blessing imaginable..

Hugging Michael is like coming home. We need only touch, and we are whole.

Thanks for letting me share

posted August 28, 2011 03:58 AM            

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Originally posted by Atlantis18:
I've experienced this with two people, both Cancer males. I'm still trying to figure out why it was SOOO magnetic & magical!

I was thinking to myself, *Hugs shouldn't feel this darn good!* Almost an addicting feeling. lol

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posted January 20, 2012 02:38 PM            

Considering the circumstances, there wasn't enough time for it, really. But even in the brevity, there was this horrible sense of withholding. As in, given other circumstances, we could have been there for a considerably long time, just grokking everything.

I'm sure that, had things have transpired the way we'd originally intended, they would've been. It would've been that moment when HE got off the plane, and all was revealed, and I had that overwhelming feeling of happiness, tinged with sadness, some relief, and something almost so ineffable as to not be described.

But, in the reality, here and now ... a few seconds. Long enough to be appropriate, and not a moment further.

It hurt. All of it. We'd even discussed it, strangely enough, a few weeks prior. I didn't know where it was coming from, but I'd described, or explained how I'd always had this feeling - because I'm not a huggy type, that when I -do- embrace someone, and, my God, it's someone like him, that something in me would wither and shut off completely, if he did the 'fake-hug'.

You know the one I mean. The 'I'm-not-really-into-it-but-I'm-going-to-be-polite' hug. The kind you give a relative you barely know - or someone you've been told to as a child. THAT hug. If he gave me THAT hug, something in me would snap.

He didn't. He assured me he wouldn't, too, simply because he would have no reason to.

It's complicated. We'd hugged before; it was the fake-hug. It was the I-don't-really-know-you hug. It wasn't the YOU'RE-YOU-NOW, and I can acknowledge that, and YOU can acknowledge that, and NOW I can -feel- what it is I've -always- wanted to FEEL with you.

And I felt it. Oh, God, did I feel it. Even in a few seconds. And the hug before leaving. He initiated that one. I don't think he knew how to say good-bye, either. That's why it was, 'So, uh, see you in about 30 seconds, okay?' Because words-on-a-screen was the genesis, and the absolute, of our relationship up to 3 weeks prior to that moment. It was still our primary method of communication, too. We don't go a day without SOME kind of contact.

I'm waxing melodramatic again. Anyhow.

It hurt. Physically leaving the city where he lives; the passing through. I had this strange, nagging, undeniable feeling that I couldn't fathom how I wasn't going to be there the next day, so that we could see each other again. Actually BE in each other's presence. As US. And real, and honest, and complete.

So, it just ... hurt. I screamed on the inside, and lost it at a rest-stop. My stepdaughter had bemoaned the fact that she hadn't listened to me when I told her NOT to take the pearl-from-a-mussel-upon-which-you-make-a-wish-and-put-into-a-pendant kit OUT, and that it'd get lost in the car. She did; it did. She was crushed.

'It's gone!' she gasped. 'It's gone forever! I've lost it! It's lost! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, NO! This is the worst thing that could ever happen!' (She'd just turned 10. We got it for her birthday). I just sighed, explained calmly how it was NOT lost, it was in the friggin' car, and we'd find it when we got back to LA. It's not the worst thing ever, or the end of the world, for chrissake.

But then she said words I just couldn't withstand.

'YOU don't understand! You have NO idea how important that was to me! And it's gone, and I can never get it back, and my life is ruined!'

(Because she'd made the wish on it, I later realised, and feared this meant her wish wouldn't come true. Ohh, sweet, slightly OCD little Virgo Moon.)

... But THEN, I just heard her words - and I snapped.

'GROW UP. Life is NOT perfect. Things do NOT always go how you want them to, and you'd better learn that NOW while you're young! ... And it's NOT GONE, FOR GOD'S SAKE. You have no CONCEPT of REALLY losing something yet, and BE GLAD YOU DON'T!'

And I slammed the door, made it past the sodas and bagged snacks, and sobbed for about 5 minutes.

After my husband finished pumping gas, he gave me a soft grin and said, 'I'm sorry your life is like the horror ending of a nineties romantic comedy.' I squeezed his hand and just told him I loved him. I meant it, too.

This whole 'companion soulmate' versus 'twin flame soulmate' has really gotten my attention lately. I feel it has a lot of merit.

Anyway.

I felt really, really incomplete and restless for the first week after. I'd realise, for the first time, that even though I should have, I didn't feel whole. I felt as literally split as you can virtually. Like I was an incomplete circuit, and the energy kept sparking, because it had nothing to connect to.

But then I got over it. Started focussing on the show we're doing together. Kept in contact, as usual.

Life goes on.