I am the candle I am holding out to you and you are the flame
Scott, Channeled Writing
An image of Aengus, a Celtic God of love who became a swan so that he could be bound to the woman he loved for all eternity. (Courtesy of meghanmcgonagle.blogspot.com )
Suddenly I experienced a flashback. Dee was only the second psychic I had consulted in my life, and Rob had taken me to see the first in 1986 as I was preparing to leave Tallahassee. He had suggested an appointment with Beverly Field, a woman whose spiritual insight he swore by, and I agreed as a curiosity. We drove down that weekend to St. Petersburg, and he dropped me off that Sunday afternoon at her house. Having no idea what to expect, I found a pleasant, attractive young woman who welcomed me into her suburban home. As she invited me to sit down on the sofa, she explained a little about how she worked with her intuition. “All I need to get started,” she said, “is for you to tell me your complete name.”
So it had begun. Her insight both disturbed and thrilled me. She told me that I would return from my upcoming world travels alone, a message that turned out to be completely accurate but that I was unwilling to hear since my trip was motivated by romance. She foretold my eventual return to Miami, the growth of my law practice and its personal nature, told me that I would have books published, and a stream of other details. She spoke in a language completely new to me, one of angels, other invisible entities surrounding us, and spiritual guides always available to help us out along the way.
One moment in the session now came vividly to mind. She had explained that she was going to proceed with a “reading” of my aura, describing the spiritual entities and guides she saw around me. “There’s an angel right above your head,” she smiled. “Its arms are reaching down and around you, as if in protection.” She then became quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration. “What is this?,” she thought out loud. “I’ve never seen this before.” Suddenly, her eyes opening wide, she looked at me and slowly said “You are a twin soul! I’ve never seen that before. My God, that’s so beautiful!”
Judging by her reaction, this was obviously something special. A chill ran through me. “What does that mean?,” I asked. “It means that from the very dawn of time, when the sparks of creation first flew from the hands of God, you and another soul started your journeys together as one. You have always been together, and you always will be. It’s beautiful,” she continued, pausing, “you have danced together through infinity, in and out of lifetimes. This is why, Paul, you will never be alone. This is a great spiritual gift you have received.” That’s a pretty wild idea, I thought to myself, but what does it really mean? If it is true what difference does that make in my life, and what am I supposed to do with the information? At that point, I couldn’t even articulate the questions just beginning to take shape for me.
Although clearly affected by the experience, Beverly offered few concrete suggestions that day relating to the insight. She did, however, solemnly offer some advice toward the end of the session that I still recall. “Paul, I feel that it’s important for you to explore this issue. It has a lot to do with who you really are, I mean in the deep and real sense. What’s really going on here.” She paused a moment before continuing, looking directly into my eyes to make sure that I was listening. “I’m getting that you really should do some work on this using a meditation on the ‘I am.’ That’s a very powerful and sacred tool, and I think you may find it to be of help to you.” The idea intrigued me, but I had no clear idea of its meaning and was not yet ready to follow through on the information I was receiving.
When I later shared the experience with a friend back in my college town of Gainesville, a fellow spiritual sojourner, she lit up as she looked at me and exclaimed “twin souls! Wow, that’s one in a million!” “Didn’t you know I was special?” I had joked. Though the mysterious experience had touched something deep inside me, I simply filed it away for future reference not knowing what else to do with it. It was not until years later that the circuit was completed, that I became conscious through the grace of God of my love in eternity. In this lifetime, in Scott Gillen, I had indeed finally found and shared love with my twin soul. Ever so slowly, it was dawning upon me that I might not be alone after all. And neither was Scott.
To: Chapter 22
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