At the time I made my opinion known, “Yes, and that we have many of them . . . not just one. They can be friends, relatives or lovers.”
Reading all the answers saying yes or those who felt sad as they are, i.e. “still looking” and/or “hoping to find” their one and only soulmate; I had to speak on this.
My answer is correct, my beloved friends:
We have more than one soulmate! We have dozens, even hundreds — in one lifetime. It also helped me to understand why so many of my clients, through the years, continue to suffer from depression, anxiety and anger. In the answers on FB, responses included those speaking of having lost their soulmate — to death, marrying another person, etc.
Well, of course, they’re depressed! They put all their eggs into one basket.
In the case of lovers who married another person . . . Why give all your soul, unconditional and beautiful love to a jerk? Why blame the Universe for giving you a soulmate, whom you chose — and then blame the Universe for taking him or her away? You enjoy living in misery? Does it prove you really loved that person . . . er, well, jerk, who broke your heart? You think if you suffer enough he will come back and say sorry? Let me remind you of two things;
1) He’s the jerk and/or she’s the bitch – and that person does NOT deserve your tears or your time.
2) It is his or her loss! YOU ARE AWESOME!
The only one who pays for your sorrow and pain, really is you for1) believing we have only one soulmate,and2) believing you only get one chance at love. Of course, if your love passed away, in time, you can and will heal and see him or her again one day. It doesn’t mean you have spend the rest of your life mourning the death. In fact, their soul is with you all the time and has no jealously. A truly good partner who loves you wants you to be happy — while here on this planet.
If you believe in reincarnation – then, you know, we’ve had many, many lifetimes! Trust me, I know. Most of us incarnated today have had upward of 35 lifetimes on this planet. Which means, no, these so-called soulmates have NOT been in every single one of our lifetimes!
And secondly, no, we do NOT have to live karma from past lives! Once we become aware of our transgressions, we can release a past life debt. Besides, we pretty much made up for it by being born into a human body again. This is hard! We are the bravest souls and we should all thank ourselves for choosing such a difficult mission – to be born again and entrap our blessed soul into these flawed bodies or ours.
Considering we did come here, on contract . . . you didn’t know?
Yep, when we souls of light (if you are seeking light, you are a truly a good soul. Evil souls do NOT seek enlightenment.); us, of the light, choose to come here.
When we are still in soul form, we get together with our committee, up there. The Spirit Guide (only one for this job) who has agreed to be with us throughout this earthly life [while he or she (the Spirit Guide) remains on the Other Side to guide us. They guide via inspiration, intercepting and making sure, as much as he or she can, that we keep up our contract]. Your committee also included many of your soulmates, yes, many of those who have been part of our previous lives and have yet to be incarnated. At that point, some soulmates may have already incarnated, i.e. our parent or parents, older siblings, etc.
Committees, according to my Spirit Guide, Michael; he tells me, can also consist of Archangels and various other angels, Great Teachers and/or people you admired (i.e. Abraham Lincoln, Beethoven and other greats who have chosen to stay on the Other Side) . . . depending on you. You get the choice!
Now, this is where the Twin Flame comes in…He or she may already incarnated and you are trying to join him or her; depending on what you wish to accomplish in the upcoming life. Or, for most souls, our Twin Flame is right there, with us as we decide to incarnate.
The Twin Flame, for a majority of us incarnated, remains on the Other Side while we – born into these very dynamic, changing and unusual times – can contact him or her from here.
We are more connected via soul than we are if we are both incarnated. Why because, when enlightened (as we are on the Other Side), it is much easier to communicate and understand within our souls. If we are both flesh, well, the painful truth.
If your Twin Flame is incarnated and you actually meet, it will be the most intense, challenging, argumentative, hard, difficult relationship you’ll ever love and hate at the same time. Our Twin challenges us, especially if we are both incarnated. Our true Twin may even be so completely different from us, we have to fight to get together, let alone stay together!
Yes, we are strongly connected, yet the challenge is . . . will we, as a soul, be true to our path. Which is, if our Twin Flame is violent and we are peaceful: Will you stay with him or her? The right answer is “No! You will love them from a distance, as our true nature is love.” We do not forsake our physical safety or self-love for violence or other forms of disrespect.
Sure, it may not be violent. It may be he’s a Republican and you’re a Democrat, and both very active in your party. Can you come to a compromise? Can you agree to disagree? It is a test to your character, either way. And what you choose and the goal of every soul, really, is to practice 1) unconditional love for one another and 2) self-respect, self-love.
You can love someone and not be with them.
Soulmates, now that’s another story. They can come, as noted, in different forms and more than one. Some will arrive as a sister, or best friend, or parent, or lover, and another lover, or a child, etc. If you have a lover, and each and every one you have may be soulmates. It is just, sometimes; they come for a reason, some for a season and, some, yes, for a lifetime.
Nevertheless, if one decides to leave you, or die, or marry someone else … then, please, do not punish yourself for what they choose. Free will, remember. It’s not you, it is truly them. And yes, you can and will love again, if you CHOOSE too. The Universe, God the Angels or whomever can and will bring you another, better and great soulmate.
You are here, in the flesh to LIVE, to experience, to love yourself and to give out love to many, in different ways. Romantic love, anyways, you do know is CONDITIONAL love. If you truly love anyone “unconditionally” – then you want what is for their highest good; even if it means they are not with you.
Now, that is a true Twin Flame! The person who says to you and you to him or her – I love and adore you, yet, I know you must do what you need to do, even if it is without me. I am there, anyway, as our souls are always entwined with our twin. Whether he or she is incarnated, crossed over, 2,000 miles away, next door or sharing your life in some way.
Live in love with yourself. Holding yourself in pain only brings more pain. You do create your own reality. You cannot share what you don’t have. If you do not love yourself, then, there is no way you can love another.
Enjoy the fairy-tales, sure; live in the truth, though. Unrequited love only hurts you in the long run. This life is hard enough. The Universe does not want us to suffer. We are created in love and the Universe is unconditional love. The opposite of love is indifference, not hate. Hate has passion and the person who hates is thinking about you.
God, i.e. The Universe truly has only one emotion as it is energy (not a person). And that energy is only and unchangeable, it is Unconditional Love. We make the decision whether to live in that love or to writhe in misery. We do not need another to love or not love; it is the very soul of who we are . . . we are love. We are one race, too – Human.
To share this life and self-love with another is blessed and wonderful. We can share it with a romantic partner, a child, a parent, a friend, a pet, the human race . . . and if one of those we choose to share that love with leaves us and chooses not to be loving in return. We have every right and a birthright to be happy with another soulmate, or two, or more. We can also choose share our love with our children, our parents, friends, etc. A romantic love is not the end-all or be all. It is a choice, and it can be incredible. Yet, a romantic love, if one is truly enlightened, add to your wonderful life!
My wonderful soulmates – all of you – there’s more of us soulmates to love!
Since I didn't, here is a wonderful compliment I received from Dori Hartley . . . whom many of us know from her infamy of being the first 'Frank N. Furter' when Rocky Horror Picture Show was becoming a cult classic back in the late 70s, early 80s in New York City -- and in the United States.
Today I had more than a few acts of kindness shown to me! I had to cancel a facial because it wasn't in my budget anymore and my esthetician told me to come in anyway and she would do it for free. Wow! What a nice thing to do! On my way to the facial a guy on the bus gave me Jolly Ranchers for no reason, he just reached across his hand with them and smiled!
Practicing Random Acts Of Kindness,Affirming Prosperity
No-one has ever become poor by giving. ~ Anne Frank
Hello Amazing Person!
You know everything happens for a reason, including finding and reading this letter. This reminder is to let you know that you are so loved and appreciated!
Thank you for being yourself, and not letting others change your mind. Your strength and honesty is recognized by me> many others, too!
The world is a better place because you are in it. Let your inner light shine through in every situation. Know you are loved and protected.
Have faith that where you are now is where you are supposed to be. Dream big, my friend, gigantic, miraculous dreams.
The world needs you!
Keep being awesome!
We love you truly!
The Universe and “Me“ Love,Lightand Laughter
You’ve fought the crowds at Wal-Mart and go to the bus stop with your bags, stressed, wondering if you’ll make it through until the next paycheck. As you approach the bench, you see an envelope with hearts drawn everywhere and a handwritten note reading:
“Whoever finds this . . .it’s for you!
Yep,you found it,you are supposed to open it.
As you pick up your envelope, you turn it over and see:
“Open …Read …Keep! Practice random acts of kindness.”
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From early childhood I loved writing letters. Considering my father was a proud postal worker (completely opposite of the disgruntled postal worker title)–and from day one taught me how to correctly address an envelope; and the capital of each state. I wrote my first letters very early. A childhood friend told me, as early as three or four years old [I was reading and writing before age 3]; “you used to send me letters and you wrote stories“.
Apparently,they were original stories.It was no surprise when I started school,I would win several writing awards in my lifeandam a published writer,produced playwrightand have professionally written two screenplays.
The other thing I became noted for was my lovely handwriting. I remember the day that happened. Up to the beginning of 5th Grade, my printing and beginning cursive was like any other child of my age.I preferred writing on lined paper to make all my letters the right size. Then, I saw my teachers’ handwriting – it was gorgeous, a thing of beauty. Her name was Anne Rhodes: She was harsh, as a teacher, grumpy. [Ms. Rhodes was the older sister of the Congressman John J. Rhodes]. I asked her how she made her handwriting so beautiful. Ms. Rhodes told me, “You just do it!” I decided I would, from that day forward; my handwriting was neat and has brought me many compliments through my nearly half century on this planet.
Early on, around the age of 10, I was already an avid Anglophile [A person who is fond of or greatly admires England or Britain]. So, I wrote a letter and addressed it to “Any girl between the ages of 8-12 in London, England”; my father mailed it overseas for me. Some weeks later, I received a letter from a girl a year younger, give or take, than me in Skegness, Lincolnshire, England; Joanna Foreman and I wrote, drew pictures and kept in touch until we were in our 20s. We have never met in person. Joanna is now in the South of France, married, a mother and a newscaster. I have tried to get in touch with her to no avail (so far).
When I started doing school and community theatre in my hometown of Phoenix, Arizona; my opening night gifts were usually handwritten notes to my other cast members – telling them how much I enjoyed working with them. I was pen pals with several friends, too. By my mid-20s, though, as we were just getting computers and the basic beginnings of email. . .I got out of the habit of handwriting things. . . true for many of us.
All my life, for the most part, I have been into spiritual studies, everything from the Golden Rule to my first “self-help” book at the age of 15-years-old – Your Erroneous Zone by Dr.Wayne Dyer. Soon after, I moved ontoCreative Visualization by Shakti Gawain; which, for many of us, was our first peek atLaw of Attraction.
Inspired by Oprah Winfrey and hearing her story, a devotee of Law of Attraction (LOA) and thinking about all the miracles I, myself, and others had created in our lives with creative visualization and the new Law of Attraction movement – I started my own LOA Meet-Up Group in Queens, New York. For my birthday in 2007 – three of us, from my LOA Meet-Up Group passed out $5.00 bills [we each donated $100, split into twenty $5.00 bills]. Taking a cue from the homeless who step onto a car and do a spiel about hard times and needing some money to feed their children, or get a meal, etc. We followed that script with a twist.
“Hello, I’m sorry to interrupt you. My name is Angela, life has been good to me. And I here to give everyone on this train [subway] $5.00 to say ‘My life is going great’!”
We had some people who looked at us funny or refused the money, others asked if it was real, and some gladly received the gift! One homeless man kissed the $5.00 bill over and over! Another young college student told me, “I don’t have money for f!!#k!” I handed her the $5.00 bill and said, “Now, you buy some f!#k!” We both had a good laugh. It felt rather incredible!
Which brings me to something I read about recently: It was a post on one of my many LOA Facebook groups – An LOA group. I started my own group – in order to practice the art of tithing (giving):
I took to it immediately and began writing anonymous, handwritten, love letters to strangers! Brilliant! As someone who has felt left-out, depressed and been teased growing up; it certainly was great when someone would encourage me to keep going.
I read the stories, and the main story about the woman who made the news with her love letters to strangers. Yes, in my years, and with all those self-help, spiritual and law of attraction books I have read cover to cover, all these years; I had heard stories of people receiving anonymous letters that changed their outlook; i.e.When Carol Burnett was a young girl, she needed $50.00 to attend an acting class.She worked very hard to earn the money to no avail. Then, she came home one day and found an anonymous envelope in her mailbox; it contained a note and $50.00 for her class.
This was how her career started! The note merely said it was for her class – the exact amount – and stated the belief that Carol would be successful. Carol Burnett never found out who gave her that gift. It could not have been her mother or family, as they did not have the money.
BURNETT: No, I never made up my mind — I never said that to myself, I just wasn’t that interested in, you know — and I always felt there was something that was going to happen. I always — Ivisualized myself in certain places. And, you know, we were poor.
But I always knew something good was going to happen. And one time I visualized myself going to UCLA, which I wanted to do very badly. And we didn’t have the tuition for it, you know. And I had the grades. And the tuition, get this, was $43.
MORGAN: Is that what it was?
BURNETT: Yes. And we were on welfare and so couldn’t do that. And my grandmother wanted me to go to some Woodberry College for secretaries so I could nab the boss.
BURNETT: You know? To her it was get a rich man.
BURNETT: And I said, no, I know I’m going to get — I’m going to get to go to UCLA. And we lived in this one-room apartment off of Hollywood Boulevard, and our door opened into the lobby and I could see the pigeon-hole letter boxes. And this one — and it was my little chore to run out and get the letters if there was one in our slot.
And I — this one morning I came out and saw this letter and then I got it and it was addressed to me.With a $0.03 stamp on it, but it hadn’t been mailed, hadn’t been canceled. An address, typewritten, I opened it up and out came a $50 bill.
To this day, I don’t know where that came from.
BURNETT: We didn’t have the money.
MORGAN: What an extraordinary story.
BURNETT: Yes. It just happened. And that was — that’s how I got to UCLA.
And even when my group gave out the $5.00 bills . . . our intention was to pay it forward, to give to the world to affirm our belief in prosperity.
Thus, when I was reminded of how wonderful it is to give to others with unconditional love, just, if nothing else, to make someone’s day! I wrote some anonymous love letters. I wrote what I felt I would want to hear, what would encourage me. Sure, I borrowed some words from those who had already started this movement, and wrote many of my own. As I heard what many of the love letters were doing – where they would leave these notes, etc. – I went out and left my envelopes on subway seats, bus seats, in trees and shrubs, in bicycle baskets. I did this all around my home – at the time – in Union City, NJ.
Often it impressed me how I found interesting places to put the letters – i.e. in the card slot at a little store on Bergenline Street; the window of one the Jitney vans; on the table inside the post office and among the toiletries in a Duane Reade in Port Authority, New York.
I vowed, in February 2013, to write, at least, one love letter a day for the entire year. Having fallen behind, I now write about seven to fourteen in batches. Now, they are placed in my new neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York and heading into Manhattan and often in Manhattan. Wherever I’m traveling.
My goal is place them without being seen. . .hard in the crowded streets of New York. Still, I manage to do it.
There were a couple of very special moments for me.
In one of my first batches, I was on the A Train returning from a friend’s place in Washington Heights [left several letters in that area, too]. A woman came onto the crowded train and took the only vacant seat beside me. She looked upset, sad and in pain (emotional). My urge was to give her a letter – she, obviously needed some cheering up or an encouraging word. Too embarrassed to just hand it to her [she might think I’m weird], when she was getting off the train – and I still had a few stops to go; as she stood up, I handed her one of my envelopes and said, “I was told to give this to you!”
The woman took the letter, smiled a bit and said “Thank you.”
Also, since February, in several of the letters, to affirm prosperity, I’ve slipped in $1.00 bills. Just a little gift for them; as we all know the little thrill it is finding a dollar on the ground. I have started, also, printing half of the letters – andplacing them near middle schools with $1.00 in them– just in case a child finds them and cannot read cursive yet! Also, with young children, $1.00 is considered an incredible treasure to find!
Finally, I really wanted to see how it affected the finder and reader of these letters. One time, with my friend, Fredy — again, on the A Train going toward Manhattan, from Washington Heights. I place one of the envelopes across from us on the vacant subway car.
As the subway filled up with rushing people, we witnessed this:
A middle-aged man, carrying a backpack, went to sit on the vacant seat with our envelope there, reading: FOR YOU, YES YOU!
He, with a sort of scowl on his face coming into the train, took on a slight smile as he picked up the envelope. Fredy and I tried not to stare, but watched him.
He read the envelope, turned it over a few times, readying “Practice more random acts of kindness”, etc. He carefully opens the envelope – trying not to rip the flap with my words and drawn little hearts – he did a good job.
He unfolded the heart-shaped paper and began reading my lovely cursive; the scowl now turned to a smile and he seemed moved. He stared at the letter a few seconds after reading, turned it over again. He carefully folded it back, as if it was delicate and important to him, and put it back in the envelope. He held tightly to the letter. Then, a few minutes later, he opened it again and re-read it! This time with that happy smile of a person who really needed to hear/see those words. He was moved and it nearly made mecry.
Once again returning it carefully to its envelope, he exited the train, carefully making sure he had the love letter for him!
My friends, it feels good, even just knowing you are making someone’s day. You may change a life or encourage someone to pursue their dreams. You may be a catalyst to someone in the world who needed exactly your words of encouragement, at that exact moment. Everything happens for a reason.
Go ahead; check out my page or the pages below . . . start spreading love to the world, one stranger at a time.You may be the very miracle someone needs. You may save a life, change a life, for the better, comfort a bullied child or adult, help someone get through another hard day.
The truth is clear. The more you give, the more that comes to you. It is the law of nature. What you give out comes back to you tenfold. Oprah has and is giving away millions of dollars, all the time. She is blessed with success all the time. Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and Bill Gates are “givers” – money, time and more. They are all millionaires or billionaires.
Whatever you believe, the Universe has blessed these givers with financial security, loving families and joy.
Here are links, once again, to several of the love lettering Facebook pages and websites.
If, by chance, you were in Union City, NJ. . . Manhattan, NY . . . or Washington Heights. . .on the A Train or at Port Authority … or in Brooklyn, NY . . . and have found one of my letters, please, drop me a note here or in one or all of the groups!
My friend, Dori Hartley, a wonderful talented woman who has done it all! She has acted, sings and made recordings, writes (for Huffington Post) and used to hang out in The Village (Greenwich Village, NY) with Tim Curry!
It was recently published that Mr. Curry suffered a massive stroke in July 2012 and is recovering well. Since May 2013, we have heard no more reports or how he is doing.
Since Dori has not been in recent contact with her friend, Tim, she posted this lovely letter to him. Please share this and even leave your own message for him.
I have shared this article (Open Letter to Tim Curry) with my associates who, should Mr. Curry not find this himself, he is sure to see it.
Click on the above photo for the article, and a place to leave your own wishes.