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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 03/28/2016
There was a loud banging at the front door. It had gone midnight, it had gone so far past midnight that it was in danger of being time to get up, but no one ever got up at 3.33 am unless they had to, unless someone was banging on their front door!
Harriet checked her son before she even attempted to answer the gone midnight caller, and was relived to find him still in his bed, still fast asleep and not the reason she had been forced out of her dreams like last time, when he had gone sleep walking right out the front door and across the road to the neighbors house.
He snored softly though, and Harri's heart jumped a little in panic as to whom else might need her so urgently.
It could only ever be bad news this late, no one simply popped round for coffee at this time of the night, and so, wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her cold naked body, she braced herself to the impeding doom of someones untimely death.
The security chain was kept on as she pulled the door open slightly. It was dark, it was late and even if it had been a whole force of police officers making the late night call, she was in no way stupid, but there were no coppers on her doorstep. Who was, made her slam the door shut, whip off the chain and yank the door open again to stare at the man before her in complete shock, surprise, excitement, elation and a sudden state of arousal.
"My god!" She exclaimed. "What are YOU doing here?"
A storm had started a few minutes before, the man had caught it as he'd left his car and hurried along the path to the door step of Harri's house. He was soaked through already, the rain dripping off his baseball cap as the lightening flashed behind him, illuminating the sky to the monster raging across the skies.
Harri shook her head, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway where he quickly shed his wet coat and hat and tried his best to answer her question.
"I don't know" His voice was low, as though he were talking to himself and not her, questioning her questions with his own thoughts. "I had a dream, weird, really weird, it woke me up, I never wake up, the pills I take at night make sure I don't, not even in this storm. My wife says I could sleep through a world war and not know about it, and I never dream, not ever but the last 3 days I have, and they've all been about you!"
His head raised so he could look at her as he spoke the last few words and Harriet listened to him, to this man she had not seen for what must be about a year now, not since he'd left her and her son and turned his back on them as though they had never even existed. He had that right, he was only the boy's teacher, not his father, not her husband, yet she had felt he had abandoned them when he resigned his teaching post because for the last 2 years he had been a teacher, she had been secretly been in love with him and then, without warning, had gone!
They had not spoken in that time at all and now here he was, in her hallway at 3.33am telling her he was dreaming about her!
She led him into the kitchen and put the kettle on, readying cups for coffee before asking him something she felt was important.
"We were in a white room? Just a bright brilliant light that was so warm it felt hypnotic. We were white mist, you and I swirling around and around until we found our physical forms and found each other. You protected me, you gave me yourself and you said you were sorry it had taken so long this time?"
He took several shallow breaths as though he were struggling to breathe, his eyes locking with hers and he nodded slowly.
"It's my job to protect you, my purpose for existing, to surround you and shield you from everything that could cause you harm"
It was clear to him that they had had the same dream, yet it was also becoming clear that it had been not so much a dream, but a lucid state of something more transcendent, like an astral link to each other only found when two people were meant for a higher state of nirvana away from the physical ego of life that kept you glued to the Earthly plain. He was a spiritual man, guided by god, doing what he could to be good in life and bring peace to others. He was married, happy, he had children and no intention of leaving his wife, the girl he'd known forever, his soul mate or so he had thought. Yet he couldn't ignore this calling, he couldn't walk away from the twin flame that had ignited in his soul over the last 3 days for he knew now that love was a chemical emotion, whereas Harri, the woman who's gifted child had bought them together 3 years ago, was his destiny, one given to him so very long ago when he had been created with angelica grace and sent to earth to earn his immortal soul.
"When did you know? 3 years ago? Has it been that long for you? I'm sorry, I am so sorry"
Harri studied him cautiously, she guessed she understood him but she wasn't sure she believed in him or this. She was not guided by god, she was agnostic, a non believer in the generic form of religion, preferring to believe her own senses and experiences rather than the mystical imagination of followers.
"No, not exactly!" she replied. "Although it makes sense to me. I saw a medium yesterday, I don't know why I went, something to do, something to rebuff and scoff at but she picked me from the crowd and took me away in private, she said she could see you all over me, she said your name David, she said that's all she could see, that you were like a storm in my life yet she couldn't explain why, that my aura was a brilliant white but streaked with a blood red to signify pain and rupture. She said there were parts of me that were healing, she could see the scars and she could see you surrounding me, holding me close whenever I needed you, when I felt emotional and mental pain you were there to protect me, she said that when your flame had been ignited as mine had, my aura would always be white because we would be united and the scars would disappear and I would be whole again. I wasn't sure what she meant until I got home, until I laid in bed and cried myself into a hysterical state. Your voice came into my head and I started to calm down, I felt something move on the bed behind me and I wasn't scared. I felt your arms around me, your breath in my ear whispering to me and I stopped crying. I felt so much happier and I fell asleep. That was when I had the same dream as you. Thing is though, now I think about it, it's true! You have always been there behind me, holding me when I've needed you, protecting me, healing me, showing me the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I just didn't know it was you until now. I thought I was going mad, that I had become so obsessed with you I was hallucinating. For 3 years I have loved you and I've not known why and this last year I have felt that I am slowly being torn in two, that my soul is splintering and I thought I was going mad! I was going to go to the doctor and ask for some help but I ended up talking to the medium instead. My whole life is making sense to me but i don't believe in all this, I really don't but I cant deny that you're here now, that I love you and that there is no way I can let you go. I've barely lived the last 3 years without you, you would split my soul in two and leave me for dead if I had to let you go again"
Harriet became aware that she was crying, sobbing hysterically, scared of what was happening to her, terrified he would walk away again and leave her on her own, elated and blinded by the belief that seemed to be flooding her senses so that she couldn't think straight, and he listened, his heart thumping with so much love for her that he instantly took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, searching inside for her heart to connect with her, to bind them both together so he couldn't possibly ever let go.
"I'm home!" He breathed against her lips, the pain of stopping their kiss almost unbearable, "I am home my angel, you wont be alone anymore, not for one second, I promise I will never leave you again"
Harri felt the light around them glow so brightly it hurt her eyes, the warmth spread through her into him and they were once more reunited on the earthly plain as had been their cycle for millions upon millions of years. She would be healed now, her depression, her anxiety, her fears and physical pain would go and she would flourish into the being she was born to be and he would heal too the stomach cancer that had forced him to resign his teaching post would shrink and leave his body, he would stop feeling sick all the time, stop wanting to die, stop wishing he could find a way to never wake up.
It is said that when twin flame souls are apart, one will feel the pain of the other. If one is sick, depressed, even dying, the parted soul will feel it all and in ignorant torture will seek medical help just to be wrongly diagnosed with depression or some kind of mystery virus.
Feelings of elation are felt too, arousal and hunger even when full, but most of all the separation is felt in suicide because the flames cannot flicker and ignite without each other and the only option is to find peace in death leaving the other flame to die out and eventually join their counterpart.
The mortal physical body is more than skin and bone, it is star dust and angelic grace, it is a flame lit, a flame divided with the soul purpose of burning brightly once it is once again whole.
The storm raged outside the bedroom window and Harriet woke with a start, a loud cry that had her clutching at her chest as the pain in her heart caused her to think that maybe she was having a heart attack, the familiar churning in her guts making her feel sick again to the point where she wanted to vomit.
She looked at the clock and sighed miserably as she read the numbers illuminated in the dark that she had read for the last 3 nights now. 2.22am. Always the same dream, always the same time she was awakened and always a storm outside which was odd for this time of year.
The power had gone out tonight, that was different but it made little sense to her then, just as everything did and she wondered if she should just get up now and forget trying to sleep. She was due to see the doctor in a few hours, maybe he would give her something to help her relax at night and stop the dreams from coming.
Grabbing the matches from her bedside table to light the candle next to her for some brightness, she watched with interest as the flame split in two and started to burn, one flame dancing round the other. It was hypnotic, entrancing, entertaining in a sense and she had no idea how long she stared at it. Her eyes found the clocks illuminated numbers again, she had to forcibly tear her gaze away from the candle light, not wanting to stop watching the dance of flames, the sickness in her stomach building once more as she watched the numbers slip and time changed to 3.33am.... and the storm outside that had raged consistently for 3 whole days, suddenly died down to nothing.
The flame on the candle flickered into one solid light, and then the sickness passed just as there was a loud banging on the front door....
The flicker of the twin flame.(Sara Cambridge)
There was a loud banging at the front door. It had gone midnight, it had gone so far past midnight that it was in danger of being time to get up, but no one ever got up at 3.33 am unless they had to, unless someone was banging on their front door!
Harriet checked her son before she even attempted to answer the gone midnight caller, and was relived to find him still in his bed, still fast asleep and not the reason she had been forced out of her dreams like last time, when he had gone sleep walking right out the front door and across the road to the neighbors house.
He snored softly though, and Harri's heart jumped a little in panic as to whom else might need her so urgently.
It could only ever be bad news this late, no one simply popped round for coffee at this time of the night, and so, wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her cold naked body, she braced herself to the impeding doom of someones untimely death.
The security chain was kept on as she pulled the door open slightly. It was dark, it was late and even if it had been a whole force of police officers making the late night call, she was in no way stupid, but there were no coppers on her doorstep. Who was, made her slam the door shut, whip off the chain and yank the door open again to stare at the man before her in complete shock, surprise, excitement, elation and a sudden state of arousal.
"My god!" She exclaimed. "What are YOU doing here?"
A storm had started a few minutes before, the man had caught it as he'd left his car and hurried along the path to the door step of Harri's house. He was soaked through already, the rain dripping off his baseball cap as the lightening flashed behind him, illuminating the sky to the monster raging across the skies.
Harri shook her head, grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway where he quickly shed his wet coat and hat and tried his best to answer her question.
"I don't know" His voice was low, as though he were talking to himself and not her, questioning her questions with his own thoughts. "I had a dream, weird, really weird, it woke me up, I never wake up, the pills I take at night make sure I don't, not even in this storm. My wife says I could sleep through a world war and not know about it, and I never dream, not ever but the last 3 days I have, and they've all been about you!"
His head raised so he could look at her as he spoke the last few words and Harriet listened to him, to this man she had not seen for what must be about a year now, not since he'd left her and her son and turned his back on them as though they had never even existed. He had that right, he was only the boy's teacher, not his father, not her husband, yet she had felt he had abandoned them when he resigned his teaching post because for the last 2 years he had been a teacher, she had been secretly been in love with him and then, without warning, had gone!
They had not spoken in that time at all and now here he was, in her hallway at 3.33am telling her he was dreaming about her!
She led him into the kitchen and put the kettle on, readying cups for coffee before asking him something she felt was important.
"We were in a white room? Just a bright brilliant light that was so warm it felt hypnotic. We were white mist, you and I swirling around and around until we found our physical forms and found each other. You protected me, you gave me yourself and you said you were sorry it had taken so long this time?"
He took several shallow breaths as though he were struggling to breathe, his eyes locking with hers and he nodded slowly.
"It's my job to protect you, my purpose for existing, to surround you and shield you from everything that could cause you harm"
It was clear to him that they had had the same dream, yet it was also becoming clear that it had been not so much a dream, but a lucid state of something more transcendent, like an astral link to each other only found when two people were meant for a higher state of nirvana away from the physical ego of life that kept you glued to the Earthly plain. He was a spiritual man, guided by god, doing what he could to be good in life and bring peace to others. He was married, happy, he had children and no intention of leaving his wife, the girl he'd known forever, his soul mate or so he had thought. Yet he couldn't ignore this calling, he couldn't walk away from the twin flame that had ignited in his soul over the last 3 days for he knew now that love was a chemical emotion, whereas Harri, the woman who's gifted child had bought them together 3 years ago, was his destiny, one given to him so very long ago when he had been created with angelica grace and sent to earth to earn his immortal soul.
"When did you know? 3 years ago? Has it been that long for you? I'm sorry, I am so sorry"
Harri studied him cautiously, she guessed she understood him but she wasn't sure she believed in him or this. She was not guided by god, she was agnostic, a non believer in the generic form of religion, preferring to believe her own senses and experiences rather than the mystical imagination of followers.
"No, not exactly!" she replied. "Although it makes sense to me. I saw a medium yesterday, I don't know why I went, something to do, something to rebuff and scoff at but she picked me from the crowd and took me away in private, she said she could see you all over me, she said your name David, she said that's all she could see, that you were like a storm in my life yet she couldn't explain why, that my aura was a brilliant white but streaked with a blood red to signify pain and rupture. She said there were parts of me that were healing, she could see the scars and she could see you surrounding me, holding me close whenever I needed you, when I felt emotional and mental pain you were there to protect me, she said that when your flame had been ignited as mine had, my aura would always be white because we would be united and the scars would disappear and I would be whole again. I wasn't sure what she meant until I got home, until I laid in bed and cried myself into a hysterical state. Your voice came into my head and I started to calm down, I felt something move on the bed behind me and I wasn't scared. I felt your arms around me, your breath in my ear whispering to me and I stopped crying. I felt so much happier and I fell asleep. That was when I had the same dream as you. Thing is though, now I think about it, it's true! You have always been there behind me, holding me when I've needed you, protecting me, healing me, showing me the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I just didn't know it was you until now. I thought I was going mad, that I had become so obsessed with you I was hallucinating. For 3 years I have loved you and I've not known why and this last year I have felt that I am slowly being torn in two, that my soul is splintering and I thought I was going mad! I was going to go to the doctor and ask for some help but I ended up talking to the medium instead. My whole life is making sense to me but i don't believe in all this, I really don't but I cant deny that you're here now, that I love you and that there is no way I can let you go. I've barely lived the last 3 years without you, you would split my soul in two and leave me for dead if I had to let you go again"
Harriet became aware that she was crying, sobbing hysterically, scared of what was happening to her, terrified he would walk away again and leave her on her own, elated and blinded by the belief that seemed to be flooding her senses so that she couldn't think straight, and he listened, his heart thumping with so much love for her that he instantly took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, searching inside for her heart to connect with her, to bind them both together so he couldn't possibly ever let go.
"I'm home!" He breathed against her lips, the pain of stopping their kiss almost unbearable, "I am home my angel, you wont be alone anymore, not for one second, I promise I will never leave you again"
Harri felt the light around them glow so brightly it hurt her eyes, the warmth spread through her into him and they were once more reunited on the earthly plain as had been their cycle for millions upon millions of years. She would be healed now, her depression, her anxiety, her fears and physical pain would go and she would flourish into the being she was born to be and he would heal too the stomach cancer that had forced him to resign his teaching post would shrink and leave his body, he would stop feeling sick all the time, stop wanting to die, stop wishing he could find a way to never wake up.
It is said that when twin flame souls are apart, one will feel the pain of the other. If one is sick, depressed, even dying, the parted soul will feel it all and in ignorant torture will seek medical help just to be wrongly diagnosed with depression or some kind of mystery virus.
Feelings of elation are felt too, arousal and hunger even when full, but most of all the separation is felt in suicide because the flames cannot flicker and ignite without each other and the only option is to find peace in death leaving the other flame to die out and eventually join their counterpart.
The mortal physical body is more than skin and bone, it is star dust and angelic grace, it is a flame lit, a flame divided with the soul purpose of burning brightly once it is once again whole.
The storm raged outside the bedroom window and Harriet woke with a start, a loud cry that had her clutching at her chest as the pain in her heart caused her to think that maybe she was having a heart attack, the familiar churning in her guts making her feel sick again to the point where she wanted to vomit.
She looked at the clock and sighed miserably as she read the numbers illuminated in the dark that she had read for the last 3 nights now. 2.22am. Always the same dream, always the same time she was awakened and always a storm outside which was odd for this time of year.
The power had gone out tonight, that was different but it made little sense to her then, just as everything did and she wondered if she should just get up now and forget trying to sleep. She was due to see the doctor in a few hours, maybe he would give her something to help her relax at night and stop the dreams from coming.
Grabbing the matches from her bedside table to light the candle next to her for some brightness, she watched with interest as the flame split in two and started to burn, one flame dancing round the other. It was hypnotic, entrancing, entertaining in a sense and she had no idea how long she stared at it. Her eyes found the clocks illuminated numbers again, she had to forcibly tear her gaze away from the candle light, not wanting to stop watching the dance of flames, the sickness in her stomach building once more as she watched the numbers slip and time changed to 3.33am.... and the storm outside that had raged consistently for 3 whole days, suddenly died down to nothing.
The flame on the candle flickered into one solid light, and then the sickness passed just as there was a loud banging on the front door....
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