My Journey as a Twin Flame…

There is so much information circulating about Twin Flames.  There are books, articles, YouTube videos — you name it — about what this journey is like.  I am not here to ‘school’ anybody because we all walk our own paths.  My Twin Flame journey will not be like someone else’s.  There is no right or wrong.  It is a journey that many embark on and have an inner knowing that this is their  Truth.

When the words ‘ Twin Flame’ came to me, I was in a relationship with my first partner.  She gave me a book to read about Twin Flames because she was convinced I was her Twin.  After reading a few chapters, something didn’t resonate.  I knew it wasn’t MY truth, so I let the label go.  Fast forward two years into our extremely toxic relationship, I knew my intuition was spot on.

About two years later, I met someone who I believe to be my Twin Flame.  Before I get into some minor details, the reason why I worded it as ‘someone who I believe to be my TF’ is because I am open to being wrong.  For a long time I wasn’t and it actually hindered my ascension process.  I believe the key to this journey is to remain unattached to everything and everyone.  In that detachment is where you will find the ultimate Truth.

When I had met my TF, I was in a place where I needed deep healing, but I didn’t know how. I had little to no tools. The minute I met my TF, things changed for me.  When I looked into her eyes for the first time, I felt like I knew her on a soul level. Everything about her felt like home.  Her actual home felt like my home.  She felt like my divine counterpart.  I felt a kind of love that I truly did not know existed.  We triggered each other on such a deep level that we felt raw, naked and vulnerable. We tried to make sense of it all but we just couldn’t.  There is so much more that goes into this but I choose to keep it sacred out of respect & protection.

The last night I saw her, I had a deep knowing we would separate for quite some time. I even heard a gentle voice say, “You will be back but not for a while.”  Needless to say, the separation threw me into a soul trauma I had never experienced before. I remember crying out to God, “Why? Please help me understand this relationship. I don’t understand why we need to be apart. It doesn’t feel right!”  Not that long after I came across a plethora of information about Twin Flames.  Everything I had read made sense & every cell in my body awakened. It felt like complete Truth.  That was when my journey of spiritual awakening happened.  I knew I was living a life filled with illusions & it was my calling to remember my own Divinity.

The signs and synchronicities only got stronger as time went on.  717, 11:11, 144, license plates with “Twinsies” on it, randomly stumbling upon a movie about Twin Flames, meeting other people on the TF journey, etc…

Am I in union with the person whom I feel is my Twin Flame? No.  That is ok. I know what I felt & feel, and regardless of what happens, our Time together was a necessary part of my evolution as well as hers. It took me a while to get through the doubts, fears, paranoia, and so on.  I would not even talk about Twin Flames or my journey out of fear that people would judge me. But here I am, open hearted, vulnerable, sharing my story with you.  Being a Twin Flame is not about the Union with another person.  It has nothing to do with the other person at all. If someone else shows up & is a high vibe match for you, it shouldn’t matter.

The TF Journey is about Self: Self-Love, Self-Mastery, Self-Respect, Union with Self. It is not an easy path, but I am honored to be a True Twin Flame in this and many other lifetimes.

We Choose Our Pets & They Choose Us!

Growing up I had a childhood dog, Angel. I remember begging my parents to get him, but let’s be real… caring for a pet as a kid was not my forte.  Although I loved Angel, he preferred to spend time with my dad.  They had a connection that was beautiful to witness from the day we adopted him until the day he passed, and beyond.  I truly did not know what that felt like until I adopted Yogi.

Just a bit of history: I loved cats as a child but was terribly allergic.  I use to have severe asthma attacks, fever, and would end up in the hospital. So, before I adopted Yogi, I pretty much knew I could get deathly ill, but I decided to take a chance anyway. Here is why…

Around six years ago, my first partner and I broke up. I moved out of her apartment and was completely devastated, alone, bitter, and felt a complete void in my heart.  The thought of ever falling in love again felt nauseatingly impossible (dramatic, I know). About a month later, my ex showed me a picture of Yogi and mentioned the owner couldn’t keep him because her boyfriend developed a severe allergic reaction.  I can’t even explain it, but the moment I saw a picture of Yogi I knew I was meant to adopt him. It went against all logic, but hey, that’s what love does!

Being a new cat owner, I expected Yogi to keep his distance at first, but to my surprise, we became attached almost immediately.  Did I break out in hives and have a respiratory infection the first couple of weeks I had him? Oh yes, but I survived and currently have minimal to no allergic reactions.

Fast forward to four years ago, Yogi was diagnosed with heart disease at two years old.  If you know me, I do not believe in coincidences.  I truly believe Yogi and I chose to be a part of this life journey together to learn our own individual soul lessons as a team.  I’ve read that pets oftentimes take on the traumas and stresses of their owners to prevent certain illnesses and ‘lighten the load,’ so to speak, and I wholeheartedly believe that.  Although I know I did not give Yogi heart disease, I believe we both chose to heal our hearts together, but in different ways.  Part of that journey of healing requires me to open my heart.  In loving Yogi and experiencing the unconditional love he gives me every day, it has taught me that love is real. Love is safe. Love is our natural state of being.  A pet does not choose to love. It just does.  And as Yogi aids in healing my heart, I believe I help heal his just by loving him with gratitude.

When I look at Yogi, I do not see a sick, helpless cat.  I see a Soul who wants love, just like the rest of us.  As much as it is difficult at times, I look past the test results and tell Yogi every day, “I love you and you will be with me for the rest of my days.”  I really believe it to be true.

If there is anything we can learn from our pets it is to live in the moment and BE LOVE.  It is with great comfort and an honor to know that your pet’s soul contracted to love yours in the same lifetime, with mutual reciprocation.  Now that is a true Soul Connection… one that transcends all and never dies.

Did you feel that instant soul connection with your pet? I’d love to hear your adoption/furbaby love stories!

Coming Out Isn’t Always Easy but It’s Worth It.

I knew since I was six years old.  Six.  I had a crush on my sister’s softball coach, whom also happened to be my neighbor.  Being so young, I had no idea what I was actually feeling.  You know, when you’re a kid, you just live in the moment without questioning things.  I, however, intuitively knew that it wasn’t exactly considered the ‘norm’ in Catholic school or even society.

As I grew up, I had been attracted to men with random attractions to women. I had my first boyfriend at 16 years old, and although I cared about him, it didn’t feel authentic. I stuffed down my “mini crushes” for women here and there and carried on. I had convinced myself that it was the right thing to do for myself, for my family and friends, and for God.  I had so many beliefs that I was not worthy of love because I was attracted to women.

It wasn’t until I went to college where I decided I couldn’t hide anymore.  I was never a promiscuous college student, but I had my fair share of nights making out with men solely to hide my deeper curiosities and knowings.  I felt like I was avoiding women while at the same time wanting to put myself out there and date.  It was almost like living a secret life, only I was the one who put myself in that prison.

When I did come out, at 20 years old, it felt surreal.  One of my best friends outright asked me, and not long after that, I was sitting on my bed talking to my mom about my sexuality.  I could remember my mom crying out of worry that I would be bullied or possibly harmed.  My dad wasn’t so concerned, but then again, he isn’t a man of many words.  My sister was supportive as well as my extended family and friends.

I have to say I am extremely lucky.  I did not lose anyone in my life because I identify as a lesbian.  If anything, I feel it strengthened my bonds with my family and friends — not because I am gay — but because I started to become my true, authentic self.

If I had to give anyone advice about coming out, it would be this: Come out when you are ready, but don’t hide for too long.  It eats away at you as time goes on.  I understand the desire to stay hidden, but true liberation occurs when you free yourself from your fears and judgments.

No matter who you love, you are always worthy of love.

God is Non-denominational.

Often nowadays, whenever God or Jesus is brought up on social media or in conversation, you clearly see the division of perspectives. A lot of people assume that if you believe in God/Jesus then you are a “Bible hugging Christian” or spend your spare time at church.  This isn’t a post to bash religion or a certain belief as we are all entitled to feel what we feel. There is nothing wrong with practicing Christianity or Judaism or any other type of religion, or belief system such as Atheism or Agnosticism; however, I think it is important to get clear about God.

For me, God and Jesus are interchangeable. I sometimes use Source or Universe, too, because for me, God encompasses everything.  I was raised Roman Catholic, and up until I was about ten years old, I attended Catholic school. I was dedicated to going to Church weekly and prayer was second nature to me. I remember being a loner a lot as a child. I didn’t feel I belonged anywhere. I was extremely timid and it was difficult for me to ‘fit in’ and make friends. In my old house in Yonkers, my parents hung a picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in our playroom. Every day I would literally pull up a stool and talk to him. I believed he was my only friend, and you know what? I had felt like I was actually being HEARD. It gave me comfort knowing that a Higher Power loved and supported me. Some people may hear that story and think it’s weird. I get it. It’s not every day you hear that a child was talking to a picture of Jesus, but honestly, I was fortunate to have had such strong faith at a young age.

Fast forward to adult Cathy… I do not currently practice Catholicism. I consider myself spiritual, but my bigger point is to drop the label. Does it matter if you are Catholic? Christian? Muslim? Hindu? The list goes on. God is everywhere. God is a part of you. God is in Mother Nature, in the thoughts you think and the words you speak. God is in every single person you pass on the street. God doesn’t just exist in a Church or temple or monastery. God is within and without.

No matter who you consider as God, please realize we are all One. And if you have lost your faith in God or don’t know if there is a God, I honor your perspective. However, I challenge you to dig deep and ask yourself: How could my life be different if I opened my heart and let God in? God could be your Higher Self. There is no wrong answer.

All I know is that God is not a weapon to be used against one another. God does not choose who to love. God is Love. Anyone who preaches otherwise has gotten wires crossed somewhere along the line.

We are at a time where it is imperative to allow ourselves to be open to a Higher Power and honor the God within each of us. Are you ready?