TWINKLEBEAR: My beguiling Twin Flame.
I love the art of writing. I find it so satisfying, and relaxing. It is a true exercise of my mind. If my mind had muscles, then this would be it’s version of doing heavy deadlifts.
I love the whole process of writing, which includes the selection of the photograph to accompany and illustrate the article I’m writing. In this case, I chose a picture of my Twin Flame lover, “Twinklebear” Lesley Maclean. Why did I choose a photo of Twinklebear?
Are you kidding me? Look at her!
As Mickey in the Rocky films (Rocky’s trainer and manager) would say, “She’s a ting ‘o beauty!” But her obvious beauty aside, these memoirs for me, revolve around Twinklebear, as she is my Twin Flame, my other half of the single soul we used to be, before God split us in two–thereby ensuring that we each would have a perfect mate somewhere in the world.
That’s the whole trick for Twin Flames, isn’t it? Not only do we have to be born into the same lifetime, but we have to find each other among the eight billion other people in the world. Piece of cake, ain’t it? Hey Man, it is like looking for a needle in 8 billion haystacks.
No never mind, because Twinklebear and I managed to do both: be born (again, for we are reincarnated partners in past lives) in the same life time, and found each other in the mass chaos of eight billion human population, spread all across the globe. I guess that we stuck gold, in that we at least speak the same language (Twinklebear’s a Brit and I’m a Yank).
But ya know what? Even if we didn’t speak the same language, it wouldn’t have mattered. If Twinklbear spoke to me in Chinese (sorry I don’t speak Chinese–ha!) or in Swahili when we re-met again in this lifetime, I still would have recognized her, and recognized her voice. The tone of her voice reverberates in me, and hits the same frequencies in my soul, that raises latent memories of us in previous lives together.
I know her so well.
But I love the art and craft of writing, it is so sinteresting to execute. I’ve cracked open a six pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. I enjoy drinking as I write. It’s not that I necessarily believe that I write better when I drink, I just enjoy the process more, when I drink ale.
Twinklebear tries to dissuade me from drinking ale too much. We have this standard joke between us, it’s part of our shtick. After having a six pack of pale ale, Twinklebear would say to me in mock anger….
“You are in my very bad books!”
Oh lummy, how righteous is that? Ha! I love these English sayings. Probably because I love Twinklebear so very much. Anything she says, I find adorable beyond belief. Any questions?
But there is a point I would like to make. I feel a very strong connection with England, as America’s true Mother Country. Yes, America did stage a revolution, to effect independence from England. What we Yanks cannot do however, is to deny that our society and culture, is based to a great degree, on our English roots. I have so much respect for our culture, that is an outgrowth of English culture. Now….if only Twinklebear would learn to speak, without that funny accent.
Hey Twinklebear, watch it with that rolling pin, okay?
But there is a tangential reason for my enjoyment of writing these memoirs. Frankly, it helps to blunt the loneliness I feel for Twinklebear, when we are not together. Like now.
For the few hours a day when we can’t be together, I miss her terribly. I find that writing about her, and our Twin Flame journey, brings me closer—to Twinklebear. I feel her closeness, when I express how very much I love and need her. I feel my feelings and mind and soul, gravitating to hers, when I write. That’s why I say….
I write therefore I love.
I love you Twinklebear
Forever and a day
Twin Flames, Podmates always
Bear Pact Forever!
12 12 12 in every way
SCOTT “SOOKYBEAR” WONG