From Journal Entry: May 16, 2011 I had this dream shortly after the last time I physically saw my twin flame in 2010. At the time, we were both married to other people. My twin flame was friends with my husband (now ex). Our lives mirrored each other’s. We both got married around the same time. Our kids were close in age. There had been no real conversation about what existed between us. No labels. No confessions. Nothing spoken out loud. And yet, our souls mingled to proximity of one another both in each other’s presence and absence through dreams. In the dream, he had a vault. Not just any vault…a bank vault. It was hidden, private, protected. I somehow knew exactly where the key was. It was under the mat. Not locked away in some impossible place. Just quietly hidden, almost like it was always accessible if you knew where to look. I let myself in. Inside the vault, there were things of value…money, yes, but more importantly, artwork. Drawings he had made. And I...
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