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summerlite
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posted February 03, 2014 03:16 PM           Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Did you try Lexigram with Mr Sag's name and yours, Ceridwen? I wonder if that works.

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posted February 04, 2014 12:38 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lavender CrystalSwan     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Has anyone else felt extra sensitive physically and extra tired for the last day or two?

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posted February 04, 2014 01:31 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
It's been since after the solstice for me. Especially since Christmas.

For some reason, for the past two years, I've dimension-travelled every Christmas morning. NO idea why, but wow. Same bizarre location, too. But this time, I was so in control of it. I'm always dreaming lucidly, but this was overdrive.

Of course, my mother confided that she's certain we have a portal there. That might apply.

One of my first significant soulmates is trying to reach me, too. He was in my dream vividly last night, and that's the third thing in three days drawing me to him.

He's local. But his wife is a terribly insecure woman who, despite my also being married, (and her knowing nothing of my lifestyle), never even delivered the message to him. That was ... 2011? Had to be. This time, thereabouts, I believe. Anyhow. So, it's been since 1999 we've spoken. He used to appear in my life at JUST the right time, too.

12 days after my own birth. 1° SCO SUN, and early TAU MOON. Degree of my lover's NNODE, I think.

Oh, and I've been feeling Fate VERY strongly; thinking of how we met, how I still love him in spite of everything. I even wrote a scene from LACHESIS. It's just ... all on my mind. I feel him so much right now. It's hard. I can see him so perfectly. I want to reach out to him, and yet ... I know - I KNOW - this is as it's supposed to be for now. For now.

But I wonder what's up with that soulmate. Why he's trying to reach me. He clearly has something for me.

Still catching up. I'm on page 12. 😉 But I'm here. 😊

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posted February 04, 2014 01:37 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Delilah423:
Changing the direction of this thread, but:

I'm wondering if quintiles and biquintiles have any relationship to the topic of twinflames? Given their relationship to creativity, talents and gifts (I think spiritual gifts):

I think I've read that they are unusual, but I'm seeing several of them in my chart(s). How unusual, mathematically, is unusual? What would they mean in composite?


We have many quintiles, biquintiles, septiles, and noviles. And I always have a few significant septiles with soulmates.

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posted February 04, 2014 01:47 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Off-handedly, a big change I experienced on Fate's last birthday, (29th; he's having his first Saturn Return now) was beginning a sexual relationship with my whatever-the-hell-he-is.

It's changed me. While the experience was nothing to write home about, we achieved a level of connexion that was new for both of us. I expected it to bind us energetically, (as that would happen with recent intimacy for us; I'd KNOW when he was anywhere near) but it didn't. Instead I let all the earthly BS take over, and felt so fragile from this new vulnerability, that I shut down completely.

But the dreams started at the first of the year. And, oh, my God. Vivid. Completely recounted. Recording every one of them. This went on for WEEKS. Nearly every night. I dream, and frequently, but, WOW.

Fate was in one. That's rare. And, before my Hatter and I were intimate, (well, THAT intimate), he was appearing in my dreams with such regularity, it was nuts. Always someone else, too. Then he'd 'flash' as himself - as he is now. Then return to whatever form. Even if I already knew it was him.

Anyway. I've been in overdrive since. My abilities are at peak performance level. It's a bit frightening.

So, I'm thinking I'm right about my percolating theory. This man is a particular type of soulmate playing a very crucial role that's fasttracking me towards my destiny. And my destiny cannot involve Fate just yet, so we're clearing some kind of karma - many, many levels of karma. Karma we've been 'charged' with, if that makes sense. Some of it was ours, but plenty of it's not.

It's like the dress rehearsal of a Twinflame relationship. Practise run.

Anyone ever have this? It's bizarre. Quite wonderful! But bizarre. I don't have a word for it just yet, but I may just use what came to me in LACHESIS and begin circulating those terms. It's what I'm here for, after all.

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posted February 04, 2014 03:27 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Astro keen     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Indigo, your words, pasted below, resonated with me -

"This man is a particular type of soulmate playing a very crucial role that's fasttracking me towards my destiny. And my destiny cannot involve Fate just yet, so we're clearing some kind of karma "

This is what I feel about the guy I wrote about. For me "Fate' Is the one I have yet to meet - or so I have been told by a few astrologers/psychics. Or looking at it another way, there are many of us who need to grow or be transformed, and clear karma with another in readiness for the greater relationship. BUT I hate predictions that say 'this fantastic relationship you are in now will end'. Talk of a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Still confused about the many GC aspects with the Guy though.

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posted February 04, 2014 03:37 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ceridwen     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by summerlite:
Did you try Lexigram with Mr Sag's name and yours, Ceridwen? I wonder if that works.


It is interesting, as our names are made up of pretty much the same letters, except for four that are different (and our names are not derived of each other).

He contributes a P and C I do not have, and I contribute a I and U he does not have.
Other than that the same letters, so it is difficult to make an Union lexigram.


Another thing I found hilarious is that his family name is contained in my (whole) name, and my first name is contained in his.

So in a lexigram we would have each other`s name (his last, my first) in our personal lexigrams.

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posted February 04, 2014 03:39 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ceridwen     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Lavender CrystalSwan:
Has anyone else felt extra sensitive physically and extra tired for the last day or two?

Yes, but this has been going on for longer, with certan days being "peak". But this last IMbolc was really intense for me.

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posted February 04, 2014 11:49 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for tgem     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
"This man is a particular type of soulmate playing a very crucial role that's fasttracking me towards my destiny. And my destiny cannot involve Fate just yet, so we're clearing some kind of karma "

YES!! 👍

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posted February 04, 2014 04:33 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for tgem     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by IndigoDirae:
We have many quintiles, biquintiles, septiles, and noviles. And I always have a few significant septiles with soulmates.

We also have many quintiles and biquintiles. I'll just list the quintiles:
1. My natal
Sun Q MC
Mercury Q jupiter
Venus Q Saturn
Neptune Q NN

His natal:
Moon Q Pluto
Mars Q NN
Uranus Q Pallas

Our composite:
Sun Q MC
Mercury Q neptune
NN Q Juno

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posted February 04, 2014 04:58 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Oh, I'm really glad that made sense to so many. It's been quite an ordeal for me to grok, and nothing provided me answers. To that end, allow me to pop on and share something from the earlyish morning hours. Between 6:15 and 7:45, Pacific Standard.

It's been very chilly here today. We awoke and promptly dove back under the covers after flipping on the heater. I fell back to sleep in a curious way, with my husband on his stomach, and my arm across his back, with our fingers entwined. We've grown remarkably closer in the past year.

As I was beginning to drift, I had a brief thought, almost of a hopeful idealism: that he was my Twinflame after all. That I'd gotten it all wrong. That, really, we're the ones fighting to be together, to stay together. To provide the kiddo the best life we can, and to teach each other how to love. To evolve.

He's the closest I can get to Fate. Brilliant, unusually funny lunar Sag chemists. I'll never forget how I was knocked over the first time I saw a photo of my husband at 28, and thought, 'my God, he looks like Fate. WTF?'.

Anyway.

I shut my eyes, imagining this wonderful, easier, what-if scenario, and realising, in my heart of hearts that the reason why I feel so connected to Fate is inexplicable and beyond my understanding, maybe even it's capacity; and that, no matter how I feel or what I may want, I'd never leave my husband. Ever. Not now.

And had I chosen differently then ... would I be further from my destiny, even though he and I were together? Would our being together be enough? Would we be NOT doing AS we're to do - because of the way the daily grind wears you down into a nicely rounded, perfectly shaped cog of society?

So I tried to convince myself that my whole purpose for moving here was because of my husband, and being with him; that, eventually, I would forget Fate in this capacity, and I really ought leave it to the confirmed, declared, and proven Twinflames to do this business of shifting planetary consciousness.

I could be happy - totally happy - with the man I married, being his wife, learning to love my lover, us bringing to him a family experience he'll never have on his own. I could feel balanced. Nothing would be missing. I needed to find these men, and THEY will help complete my destiny, and Fate is just ... something. A weird something to show me that the supernatural is something I'll never understand. That I had to find those connected to LACHESIS because I needed this understanding.

For some reason. But not that.

I closed my eyes, and no sooner did I feel a sudden, pulsating vibration. Like someone had lay me on one of those massage beds, but with a lower intensity. It lasted about 6 seconds. Couldn't have surpassed 1.5, from my vantage, anyhow.

After the quake, my husband and I released each other's hands and got into a more comfortable position. That's when it all started.

I've been no stranger to sleep paralysis: that horrifying feeling of limbo between sleeping and waking. You can't move, and there's strange noises, as you become acutely aware of the sounds of your body - your blood rushing, your pulse - it all becomes a crashing wave, and a terrible thudding. For me, at least.

This time, I told myself, if I stayed close to my husband, and he saw me jerking, he could wake me. Because I REALLY needed to go back to sleep for some reason. This must've been around 6:30.

I let it overtake me, slowly, in waves. Dizzying waves. Falling into nothingness without moving, as your equilibrium is lost and your brain tries to compensate.

I saw a large door. There was a ribbon of light growing in intensity alongside its edges. I could open it, though all else was dark, and I felt no knob; I felt nothing, actually. Incorporeal.

It opened on to a beautiful rolling hillscape, with bashful oak trees and weeping willows. The sky was blue, and all was green. Lush. I realised before long, however, it was becoming my backyard of my childhood home, the one we lost in the fire when I was twelve.

I am twelve. I step out on to the cement porch; my hair is golden blonde and wispy. I'm wearing a white sundress with little eyelets in the pattern. Little white leather sandals with flowers of the same on the bands. Everything about me is little, dainty, and bright.

He's a bit younger. I'm going to say nine. He's in a particularly worn suit. Black. White shirt underneath the black blazer. Wrinkled; the cuffs a little long for his arms, covering his hands part-way. Seated on my hand-crafted tree swing, entirely focussed upon his Game Boy, first edition.

I call him by his first name and step off the porch. He looks up, sees me and smiles, and responds using my personal nickname - the one only family, special intimates (including my soul family) and he - uses.

I don't recall all of the details. I do remember very plainly that I extended my hand to him, he hopped down, and took it.

I turned to him. 'Are you ready?'

(He does this thing. He says, 'sure,' without any hesitation, but I know he's terrified. Heh.)

He says it just that way. His voice simply a higher pitch.

I look up past the tallest trees and say, 'okay,' holding his hand more tightly.

I open my eyes, and I'm in a room. I recognise it as the place he and I both were at some point. I still don't know how we got there. I only recall awaking next to him in a dark room of several others, sleeping in the same improvised way; he and I were on a table with jackets. Moby's 'The Sky Is Broken' was playing. Clearly. I'd looked over at him, as he slept, and touched his fingers, lightly, with my own. He stirred only insofar as turning to me, barely opening his eyes, and falling back to sleep with a soft grin. I curled closer and did the same.

But now, it's all empty. I'm lying on that same table. It's light out. There's a bookcase. I'm feeling dizzy.

Now, I hear others' voices. They're there, in a circle. I'm staring at the bookcase. I'm going towards it, but not moving. I'm going to go through it; I can feel it already. As usual, just where the wall meets the baseboard. Above the moulding. There. If it were a single point, that would be where I'm going.

And now, as I move through it, bracing myself for anything, same as before, I'm somewhere else. And I'm fully lucid. That means it won't be easy, as I fight against the dream's design. But I've done it many, many times. I'm becoming stronger.

It's a very large theatre. A collection of auditoriums, you might say. The outer area is more akin to a museum. I suspect I'm in someone's memory palace. But not mine. Have I been here before? I think so. Some parts are familiar. Many aren't.

I'm immediately a woman on a mission.

I stride confidently through the large, echoing halls, like I own the place. And I begin shouting his name. First, his first name. Then his full name.

I'm not confident, though. I HAVE to find him. I HAVE to.

I go through several. It's almost as if I'm projecting him on to them. But they aren't him. They're parts of him. Pieces of him. They aren't HIM. HE is somewhere else. Here. But somewhere else.

One such, I suddenly realise, is blonde and blue-eyed - with one green. Heterochromia iridum. I've taken his hand, and we're going to take a seat. But halfway there, I notice. And I stop. I know who HE is. He grins at me, slyly, knowingly. It's as if he's played a prank. I slap him on the arm. He convinces me to come have a seat, or there won't be time. Somehow, I agree.

We're seated. I'm waiting. I'm nervous. Fidgeting. Finally, I squeeze and release his hand, pat him on the knee affectionately, and rise from my seat. 'I'm sorry,' I say, going. He says he'll keep my seat for me. I see, next to him, from the corner of my eye, him telling my husband what's happening. He nods.

Now, however, it's all empty.

And dark. Or dim.

I go back to the auditorium - no one's there.

I'm all alone.

I turn back to find him once more, fighting the dizzying feeling, as if pushing against my own fate, like a current that's binding me in one direction (Rich Kelly and I are both familiar with this sensation).

I have to tackle my fear. I have to search this vast, dim, empty place. Alone. I call for him - everywhere - despite knowing its vanity. I hear nothing. See no one. Nothing but shadows.

I go to the stairwell. It feels so narrow. There's no outer railing. I race up two flights in spite of this, and have no idea how I didn't fall - or how I managed to get to the door, which was nearly isolated on a platform. (I'm horrified of heights.)

Once outside, it's bright, but overcast. The area is similar to my childhood porch. It's cement. But oh, so, very high up. There are two paths at a steady decline, though a bit jerky and winding. I go to the right one - and it begins to narrow, starting at the end. I run out of it quickly, back to the platform. I take on the left. The same occurs. Fine. I decide to find another way; I wasn't even looking for a way OUT anyhow.

The door is locked.

Jesus. NOW I'm stuck.

I couldn't even begin to manoeuvre a jump from this height. And from where?

There's only one other platform, of the same rudimentary concrete, just a few feet below, if that, immediately jutting out from the one I'm on, right in front of me, between the two paths - now blocked. Narrow, and with wrought-iron rods spearing through the cement.

Not a pretty sight. Sharp, jagged things. Even if I am slender enough to carefully make that gauntlet, one wrong move, or misjudgement, could be a mortal wound.

And out from that secondary platform? Nothing.

I'm effectively trapped.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the wind. I feel the breeze on my skin. I'm thinking of what the hell to do.

'Hey.'

I open my eyes. He's there. On the second platform. His height, (exactly one-foot taller than I am) means I'm ever slightly taller, for the moment. That's a rarity.

I'm so stunned, and overjoyed, I forget everything else. I just go to him. I tell him how I'd been looking everywhere for him. (He knows.) I throw my arms around him and recompose myself. I was near to tears, and my adrenaline was surging.

'I think Fiona would just be so happy to see Lane again, all of the rest wouldn't really matter.'

He laughs a little. 'Yeah, me, too.'

I turned slightly to him, while still holding fast. 'Would he forgive her, too?'

He held me more tightly. I just heard, 'of course.' I couldn't hold back the few foregone tears then, so I blinked them out of my vision.

I don't know exactly why, but what happened next is something which will take me a very, very long time to understand.

Some time ago, during the estrangement last year, I dreamt of him, in a bizarre fashion. Rather than searching for him, I was simply realising we were in the same space, and wasn't sure if I hoped to stumble into him or not. He was strangely flirtatious, but equally cruel, and I was ready to take my leave.

As I did so, he apologised - and was gone. Just a moment later, he was gone, and yet - not. I've no other way to explain it.

During this de facto absentia, I reached upward, and felt his presence. I felt his face. We kissed, and I felt it with such unusual vividness. I can recall it even today. Except, now ...

Now, it's even stranger.

It happened again. There, on the platform. I no longer saw him there, and yet, I felt his lips in an undeniable, unmistakeable way. I could distance myself to some other vantage, and see us both, there, together. But from my perspective - nothing. I was alone, embraced and caressed by, enraptured in, the thin air.

I felt it here, too.

I realised then, at that moment, I was in a trance-state, Theta, not Delta. I wasn't in REM. And it felt like I could lose it - and him - at any moment. I was hyper-aware now. Even as I felt the sensation on my lips.

Something else happened, too.

It was so bright. So terribly cliché. And yet, the sheer force generated between us was one with which to seriously, seriously be reckoned. It was blinding. I felt it in my fingertips. They tingled. I was so dizzy, but no longer fighting against something. I was just taken by it, surrendered to it; and it was so, indescribably bright, so spectrally beautiful, and only existing between us in that moment.

Just as it broke, and I was about to ask how we're going to get out of here - we were.

We were on the ground. I don't know how. I suspected he did. He just smiled. I saw his child self faintly in the crinkling at his eyes. I saw my own child self, too. As I smiled back at him, I felt his adult self emanating from my own eyes. I could see his catching his own reflection in me - and smiling.

Next I recalled he was in some vehicle. I don't know who was driving - he wasn't. There were others to the side of him. They were friends. I felt that much, though I recognised none of them. He was seated by the window.

I was in a separate vehicle adjacent to it, also, not driving, also, in the back, by the window. I laid my palm against it. He rolled down his window, and I did the same to mine.

I felt the same sensation as before; the tingling in my fingertips, as I placed my palm to his, our fingers directly against the other's. We looked into each other's eyes for a time, but didn't smile. I heard the engine; we didn't move.

I felt the car shift. My fingertips broke from his. He grinned softly, his eyes diverting, as we both rolled back our windows. I placed my palm up again; I wasn't smiling. He sighed; there was so much he was withholding in his eyes. His jaw tight, set. He placed his hand against the glass, too.

We stayed there, like that, for ... I'm not sure. Several seconds. Maybe longer.

The car turned, on to a diverging road. We'd already withdrawn our hands. His attention was focussed on something up ahead. Mine was soon elsewhere, too. That is, after I'd watched the vehicle go further and further from me. A similar, but divergent path. Parallel, but with the closer distance being behind us, and the farther we get, bringing us further apart.

I awoke, in that same state of having not really slept. It was 7:45. I knew it. The clock in my head ticked to it. It was, indeed, 7:45. On the nose.

I became conscious of my surroundings again. That I was back, or awake, or however you'd like to put it.

A song was playing on the satellite receiver. A new one. Unsurprisingly, it's Moby. Called 'Almost Home'. This was a remix with Washed Out.

The lyrics I catch are:

'Time to scout, when I was a child there, I know at heart, to be at your side.

So, we climb. We all uphold the line.
I dream it, too. The stars remind.

Wake up, wake up, wake up,
We're almost home.

Wake up. We're almost home.'

Moby's 'Innocents' has spoken a lot to me. I'd dare say it's the soundtrack of my life at present. Somehow, it's there, like a wise companion. An invisible guide.

So, that was my morning.

We haven't spoken. Not in awhile. Over a month now. As I never answered, he quit calling. Finally. After years. But we communicate the way we used to. Very occasionally text. Regularly comment on our Facebooks. Or just Like things. It always means more than whatever is Liked. It's our staying close, while being apart.

But I think - whatever we are - we'll be okay.

Now. As to my burgeoning theory regarding a special type of completing soulmate - let me get to work on that now. Now that THAT's out of the way. That was important.

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posted February 05, 2014 03:48 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Astro keen     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Indigo, you are such a good writer. That was so evocative - the appreciation very apparent in the silence that followed. It is interesting to speculate why one feels the soul connection so strongly - that must depend on one's feeling/intuitive capabilities.

Did anyone write about what in a chart can predict if you are likely to meet a TF in this life?

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Originally posted by IndigoDirae:
But the more I read about the GC, it seemed it MUST be connected somehow. At least one of you.

If my theory is sound, it'd be one partner bringing in the GC, the other the SGC, and the composite showing some sort of balancing point ... which I've yet to find.


No specific Twin Flames or other sorts of partner-potentials around just now, but going by your theories or focus, I imagine IC at 2.36 Libra qualifies strongly in potentials.

However, what's your take on having asteroids like Cardinal, Priestley, Ubasti, Orpheus, Humboldt and more on 2 Libra's IC? Persephone's 3 Libra, too, and Ute (Indian nation?), Wild and Pohjola (Finnish word for North, part Kalevala based, part modern insurance company) were around 0-1 Libra from what I recall.

I'm mostly noting because I have Horus + Church at 26 Gemini opp SGC. Horus, Beer, Artemis, Church, Moriarty and I forget what. Echnaten is always conj Horus, so it's at 27 Gem, too.
Leo Sun is ~17 mins conj Tutenchamun, Leo ASC some 1,5 degrees conj Akhenaten and Siwa, which among other things was apparently the site of the oracle of Amun. Amun is ~13 Virgo with Haumea, Nefertiti 14 Virgo, so Amun-things tying to the Akhenaten-Nefertiti pair there despite it being Aten with them and apparently Tutenchaten's original name?

Logos is 3 Leo (antiscia SN) and Bishop at 4 Leo. I am not a conventionally religious person though obviously spiritually leaning, if here or whatever.


26 Sag has asteroids Lust and Ariadne among other things. Industria + Eureka flank the degree. Leo Karma is 1,5 conj Sun and trine GC. Chiron is ~27 Aries trine both ends.

I also have Valentine conj the Great Attractor at 14 Sag.

Not all priestly sorts are celibate and the past isn't now, but what should one make of having all the church-related asteroids near something significant? Of having the SGC-IC boast two priestly figures, or a direction as well with Cardinal? A past as a priest/ess of Bast, love lost (Orpheus), and the draconic spot for all that from 2 Libra going to 6 Aquarius's DC to boot, to further point at partner stuff?

Pholus around 10-11 Pisces from what I recall, opp Destinn, square Draconic ASC and natal Psyche (10 Sag + Gem), etc.
Atlantis 9 Tau, drac Atlantis 13 Virgo.

A friend of mine did some Tarot or angel cards style glance ahead for me a bit under a year ago, and the Future card was Twin Flames. She specified that in her opinion the card suggested more a spiritual companion of some sort since TFs are so rare, but I'm not sure if either kind has really shown up in my life so far yet.

Oh, and if Thomas means twin, does asteroid Thoma also qualify? Mine is on my DC with Godiva, Gilgamesh, Hiroshima and whatever.

Other question was to ask about the 12R or 6R style phrasings earlier. Is that 12th Room or something, as opposed to 12th House like in English?

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Originally posted by Lavender CrystalSwan:
Tgem,

" (Note the significance of the number 15 - a number in which it is said TF's either meet or share in their birthday.)"

Interesting, I never heard of the number 15 being involved.
Do you know why it is significant?

Funnily we do share the same birthday, but its 9/1, with a 5 year difference.


...so this is weird, just realized along with meeting on the 15th, we were born 15 months apart! I definitely feel strongly that numerology can play an important part for validation.
My birthday: 05/08/1978 (0+5+0+8+1+9+7+8=38/ 3+8=11)
His birthday:01/17/1977 (0+1+1+7+1+9+7+7=33/ 33 can be reduced to 11)
Therefore the 11:11

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posted February 05, 2014 07:47 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for tgem     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Ceridwen:
"The numbers 6, 9, 15, 24, 27 seem to be involved with twin souls birthdays. Twin Souls often meet on one of those days, too."
http://www.astrostar.com/twinsouls.htm

Reference article above^^

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posted February 05, 2014 08:26 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for vickymadness     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

Lilith conjunct GC exact. No 2 Deg Libra, but my sun is exactly at AP, so it would oppose the 2 Deg Libra.
I don't think I have met my twin flame yet. I mean I met a lot of people whom I share a fascinating synastry with, but none fulfilled the whole "trinity" connection.

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posted February 05, 2014 11:57 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I don't think the 15 vibration has to do with all Twinflames. Rather, it's an indicator of some sort in regards to your specific purpose.

Fate and I, of our many meetings, as well as our birthdays, have 0 prevalent.

I've not seen 15 resonate with other Twinflames I know. That's very interesting, tgem. I'll have to do some research into it.

Forgive my blasé responses today. I received some very bad news last night. All are in good health - it isn't that. But it is taking a long time to process.

Ironically, I believe this is bringing us back together. We always worked best when we had a common enemy. And, oh, now we do.

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posted February 05, 2014 04:14 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for tgem     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
@Indigo, did you get a chance to read my story? I know you kept asking to hear it.

Sorry about your bad news

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posted February 07, 2014 12:22 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for IndigoDirae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Hi everyone. Sorry for the absence there. I've had a rather nasty bout of tendinitis in my right arm since late last month. It's improving, but more one of those better-then-I-do-something-and-it-all-goes-south again sorts of things. 😉

tgem: I'm halfway through your story. It's powerful and I want to devote the time and attention it deserves. I hadn't been able to do so lately, and will tonight.

Astro keen: I'm glad my words resonate for you. There's nothing better to a writer than that. 😊

A few things.

My bad news I've been trying to turn into good news. Nothing yet, but it's all new.

I fear my work was stolen.

Frankly, I'm almost sure of it. The evidence is undeniable, and yet, I'm trying to take the high road here. Do what's best for everyone involved. But we're both upset about it.

I thought, it might bring us closer again. Fighting a common enemy, or, in my case, hoping to negotiate successfully and see all benefit from the collaboration.

Instead, I've heard nothing.

Fate went immediately to the mattresses, and has said nothing more to me after telling me to calm down on Facebook. I really, really thought he'd call. But. You know.

Strange thing, though. I want to try again. I honestly do. Now, maybe it's a temporary bit of Mars-infused courage, or, it may have greater longevity. Who knows.

But I emailed him again. It's been months since I had.

It's also been a simple plan which, oddly, I've had more confidence in for the past 6 months or so.

Honesty. Total honesty.

I expressed how I miss him; I miss our work. I miss the way we used to be. That I'm sorry, and it's my fault, and take full responsibility for that part. And that I do love him, still, which has made it all so complicated, and I've simply come to accept it. Force of the universe. Just not changing. But I intend to do nothing with it beyond that. It simply is.

I thought he'd call, honestly. At least email me back. Though, really, he used to call.

So I'm a bit sad about that. But I have no regret. It's a position in which I fully believe. I'd rather be honest and know that he's just completely unwilling to forgive me, than avoid him forever. I truly hope we'll begin working together again soon. I think he misses it, too.

And he may truly have not gotten it. But ... 😉

So. We shall see.

Off to catch up. Keep sharing. All of this is so wonderfully insightful.

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Indigo,

That is really awful, having your work stolen!

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Indigo,

That is really awful, having your work stolen!


I agree! That's horrible- so frustrating...I'm sure it will take a lot of courage to take the high road with that one. If you can, you'll create that good Karma for yourself in the end 💙💙

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Thanks. It was almost unbelievable. A real sucker-punch. That reminder of how few you can trust. I'd be enraged and litigious if anyone trifled with the work I'm doing now, but ... I felt as if we all took a hit when this appeared.

And, to that end, I feel it's protected. Right? It came to ME. I had the dreams, made the connexions, wrote the material - WE wrote the material. WE are the ones. Not this guy.

Anyhow, I've yet to hear anything. But 'the network' has an attorney on it. I'm hoping it won't come to that, or it'll be bad. I won't let this go. None of us will.

In a way, this is our story, too. And it's the tale of so many Twinflames. And it was meant to have so many more.

So. At any rate, that's what's up.

Nothing to do but wait and see. I'm staying positive. Contacting the author which we both have as a common contact, letting him know it's been 2 days. If it goes to Monday with zero movement on this, I'll give that lawyer friend the green light.

I won't let everybody down. Myself, them, you guys, those I don't even know yet, whom I haven't met, that I hoped would one day see the series and think, ' ... that's me ... ' and then KNOW. And then follow the path of those in the story who research, who learn, who become aware of what they are; who awaken, find the others, and feel that much closer to becoming what they were meant to be; doing what they're here to do.

Sigh. So, I'm trying, guys. I'm trying.

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posted February 07, 2014 12:44 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lavender CrystalSwan     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I'm really sorry to hear that Indigo <3

I can imagine how you must feel;
Strangely this stuff has been happening with a good friend of mine too, in a similar business as you...
She had her computers hacked and her private data stolen.
It was very painful and sad to see because she worked really hard on those projects...
And interestingly she is part of a tf union as well.

Anyways, I hope you can fight for justice , Indigo.
No one deserves to have their privacy invaded like that...
Stay strong and best of luck

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Thanks, Crystal. I wish I could say it's a new thing, but it isn't. Clearly, there's a lesson in it. I think I'm learning it. Finally. This was just something of a last straw for me.

I'm curious regarding your friend's machine being hacked. That's happened to me, but for entirely separate reasons. You don't go THERE unless - let's just say, the data is classified. Anything recovered via theft is automatically inadmissible in any case - criminal or civil. So I find it strange that their data was stolen. Was it not a device itself? A laptop on the seat of a car? A tablet on a table left briefly unattended - or lifted by a 'friend' at a private residence? These are more likely scenarios.

That's why everything I've done since 2002 (detrimental hard drive failure set me back 4 years on a project) is on the cloud. Before that, it was backups of backups of backups. Since 2009, Google Docs has saved my bacon thrice over.

I had a laptop stolen in 2004. Two unpublished novels were on it, another four treatments, and lots of professional work. What can you do? Nothing.

This, on the other hand, is something only preventable by never speaking of your work to anyone. And that's not what this project is about.

As to theft? Oh, dear.

The first was a film from 1997 called The Game. (Didn't even change the title.)

The series Once Upon A Time used elements of my trademarked character from 2000, in one of their own returning characters. Too circumstantial. But the set they used for his house was also in the series of The Dead Zone. That's an intriguing connexion to my own project (by inspiration only), so I'm very hopeful to use that set myself. (Their décor and style was perfect. Even a baby grand in the living room.) We'll see.

Oh. And 'Once' also used several elements from the LF-RPG for its opening storyline. I was angry for a couple of weeks. Then I took it as the kick in the seat I needed to start developing LTS. If that hadn't happened, I would've never reconnected with Fate, and 2012 would've been very different. So, I accept it as a necessary stepping stone. Still. Man, I hate that show.

Anyway.

Most recently to come down the pike was The Blacklist. I have no love for those people. It's a direct derivation of my HATS project, currently in development. They stole characters, plot elements, and even gave the lead chick my personality - and psychiatric profile. If THAT's not a nasty thing to do. All because I sent a side to the same agency who represented an actor (Lee Pace) I wanted at the time.

Bad, bad move. Don't ever do that. I looked like small fish, being independent audio drama. TV and film rule in this town. They're very entitled that way.

And this is what gets me.

I want to believe that most intentions are good. That bad things are ultimately borne of self-service, and not malice.

In The Game, they used my birthday.
In The 33, the protagonist's name is Addison. (And he has 'unusual abilities'. If that's code name for wizard, that attorney contact will be taking place very soon.)

That's 2 out of 4 in which they've practically announced, 'hey, you! Yeah! I stole from you!'

Why on earth would you do that?

It's foolish. And the only time criminals behave foolishly when they're smart is when they're cruel.

50% of this would then be wrought by people who flat out wished to be spiteful. Who WANT me to know.

Okay, 75%. They named the guy in Blacklist 'Red' fir chrissake. And took my personality and former FBI job title. Like I'm NOT going to notice.

All right. Calming back down now.

I have enough Scorp in my chart. I don't need to be paranoid. I'm trying to learn the right empathy and compassion and seeing the good. I'm REALLY trying here.

Instead, it sometimes feels like one of my character's lives. One long series of betrayals in which I'm supposed to learn something.

This is a rough town.

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