About last week, we had a seeker who sent us a few twin soul and soul mate related questions. We found it quite interesting how the inquirer apparently had the same name as the twin soul of this site. ‘
Gratitude to the seeker who asked. We hope you find what you seek!
Their lives are full of mystery
Their hearts for mankind; a treasury
Their wisdom; unsurpassed territory
Their generosity; flows graciously
Their eyes express not tearfully
Yet fill us with ecstasy
Their persona; one to melt for instantly!
1. Is twin soul the same concept as a twin flame? Asking this, as there is so much information available on twin flame concept over the internet, that it is confusing.
1. Yes, both the same concept.
2. How do you know someone is your twin soul… like for SURE?
2. The TS/TF is a total reflection of yourself. You are fully seeing yourself though your twin soul. It is a full mirroring effect.
3. Are twin souls and soul mates DIFFERENT?
3.Twin souls are different. There is only ONE TS/TF. Whereas Soul Mates belong to a soul family group. The latter come into our lives for a specific purpose and time period. Some longer, some brief, some a life time. However the soul mate is NOT your full reflection. The TF is your full reflection. The feeling one has for a soul mate is different than a TF/TS. The latter more intense, more love and more everything. The love is purely unconditional and is the highest form of love experienced.
4. Can twin souls ever come together? What is the purpose of having…. and also meeting your twin, if all you get is only rejection and rejection and more rejection?
4. TF/TS can. Many live together while others do NOT. They are separate physically yet work in spirit. So in essence the TF is ‘together’ always in spirit. The purpose is to discover yourself on a quantum level unlike any other form of self discovery through soul mates. There are many reasons for the TF. Most of all it is to align you to a higher calling so that you may do what is needed to heal yourself and all others. It is 99% for a higher calling. It is a rare experience. It is a life changing experience. Unlike commonly believed, the TF/TS or SM is opposite gender and the context of the relationship is perceived as romantic. This is not the case for all. There are many forms of soul relationships between the above mentioned categories and are not limited to the commonly understood TS /SM relationship.
This book, The Spiritual Practices of Rumi by Will Johnson, was THE book which presented itself days before I was to meet my Twin Soul. This book brought to light the spiritual relationship of Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi and his teacher Shams e Tabrez. In it, Johnson exposes the symptoms of the soul friend. All that he discussed and brought to light, I was literally experiencing in real-time. It was the most surreal experience. The book akin to a dream. Life became the book. The book became Life. From feelings of unexplainable affinity, sharing and multiple synchronicities, I realized mid way through the book that this individual was me in another physical form. “Like a split embryo” I would jest without realizing how weighty the statement was. As far back as grade one, I recall my librarian gifting me with ‘Mitchell is Moving’ by Majorie W. Sharmat. This book was about two dinosaur friends who lived ‘next door‘ for ages, then split after Mitchell moved and ‘weeks’ later both were reunited. In retrospect, it seems to me that the time-lapse where the two friends reunite is symbolic to the theme where connected souls are never separate. Time is simply a veil. The weeks of separation, as described in the book, represent an incalculable measure of time. Are you really separate from those you love? Is there separation where hearts are in sync? Does physical proximity determine true connection? These were some of the lessons learned when I was to become Margo; The Rumiosaurus who never moved. It was Mitchell who moved and caused Margo to evolve and turn (no pun intended) into a Rumiosaurus. This was the first foreshadowing of the experience I was meant to realize. This book remained with me for three decades until I sent it over to Mitchell or Shamsosauraus. This Shams I speak of too left like Mitchell, let’s just see for how long. Does time matter? Lesson: Detachment. Separation is a mirage.
A year later, in Grade two, I received my first Cabbage Patch; the adored doll for all little girls of my era. My parents had booked the doll through Sears and I awaited eagerly for its arrival; my twin? When the cutest doll arrived, I discovered her birth certificate had the same name as mine. The Twin Tale begins. Was this another clue of the mysterious twin soul journey? Well in my story, yes. Tragically, this doll too I kept for a number of years thinking I would pass her down to a future child. Lo and behold, she was inadvertently placed in the give-away items during a move. Lesson: Detachment. Cabbage Patch left yet, her story lives on, so is she actually gone? What is more important: That what lives in your heart or a fleeting love? Spirit is eternal. Spirit lives on.
Now going to back to Will Johnson’s book; an updated version of my dinosaur tale, I had decided to connect to the author and actually share what I was experiencing. This twin -friend, mentor, sister and very mystical persona was a Shams in disguise. Had I figured it all out? Maybe. In fact, I would utter this all the time to “Shams”. And it would end up in endless laughter tainted with, ‘could she be’… Well one thing for sure, she was the catalyst which mirrored my own reality and set me in alignment to my calling. Likewise, as poetry evolved as an outpouring of our exchange, she would hint that there is a Rumi within you. And I suppose, based on Johnson’s book, I was more in resonance with Rumi’s personality as opposed to Shams; someone who befitted her better. Now fast forwarding, Shams delivered all the lessons she had to to Rumi and then, typical of all Shams’, she disappeared like vapour. Very common in Twin Soul relationships. I was to now find myself without a reflection and apply all the lessons learned. In the process many things happened. Life happened. Looking back, it feels like yesterday. There is no sense of actual separation. The only reality is now. There is nothing but now that exists. We paint our own reality. We tell our story. This is a story from my Story.
There is no better medium to see yourself than through a mortal. For millions of seekers over the ages, the Way to Divine Love through dissolving of oneself through love in The Mirror, was the Way. The Mirror we speak of is not confined to a particular individual. This mirror becomes a causation of seeing everything and everyone as a mirror reflection..a shift in perception brings you to a conscious realization that all that we perceive is our own mirror reflection and there is no way more exalted except through the lens of Love. The Mirror is a representative of Divine Love at your door. This shift in awareness brings you into a state of harmony with One; with All. A Monistic view that All is One and One is All. All is a reflection of One, One is all. A total annihilation of the self to Love, surrender to Love, becomes the preferred path, the way to live, the way to bliss. Love on the highest frequency brings you to a state of love which cannot be described in earthly terminology. It is selfless, unconditional, and without ego. I becomes estranged. It becomes detested. One becomes watchful of the I games through many guises including story telling and tales. It comes unannounced and is a Master Trickster. Could love transform the heart to loyally love, eternally love and place one in confinement to a place where Love exists only through physicality? Love too says, I am beyond physicality. I am unconfined, beyond mind, logic and reason. Yes, Love Can.
There is no way more exalted except through the lens of Love.
Love too says, I am beyond physicality. I am unconfined, beyond mind, logic and reason. Yes, Love Can.
When Shams disappears from your life, the effect is like a trailer of the Isra And Mirage (The Prophetic Journey and Ascension). You are brought into a state ONE or Fana through love and upon descent from the state of ascension/Fana, one arrives to a state of Baqa; a separation, back to oneself; individuality /duality). The Prophet Mohammed (S) returned from His Lord Most High to mortals in order to carry out his responsibilities and service. It is the highest stages of Fana where one is spiritually dressed in Divine Attributes.
Having thus been endowed with Divine Attributes, the seeker is fit for Divine Vicegerency and is sent back to carry out his duties. However his return is not the same as he was before. Rather graced and strives for both Fana and Baqa during his visitor status on this plane.
Fana is a gateway to Baqa. Fana is necessary to experience Baqa. You are never separate. Separation is delusion. Through the moments spent in the veil of separation, every moment becomes a tribute to Fana. How can one understand the most sought after station which Mustafa the Beloved (S) was given privy to, without experiencing a trickle from the Ocean of Love? This simply cannot be digested or grasped without the experience and if one claims experience then that too may be a state of delusion. There is no real knowing of reality. If one speaks, it may be fable. If one claims, it may be an interpretation of his own story. If one loves, stays in love and becomes love, then one has experienced. Love is the ultimate experience.
Yesterday, a seeker had asked a question which lead to a discussion on the Rumi Shams Phenomena. In response, I shared the title of Will Johnson’s book so that perchance she too may find what she seeks after studying the same. Apparently yesterday was January 11 or 111. 111 appears many a time in this blog unveiling experience of 111 in connection to the Twin Soul Phenomena. I consciously realized late night that it was 111 and here I am again speaking on the subject and that the talk on the subject was certainly no coincidence.
This morning, I received an email from a mystic, one who learns from Khidr; the Green one. She asked me if I had ever read Women of Sufism by Shaykha Camille Helminski.
This triggered profound memories of the early part of my journey in the Kingdom of Love; Arabia, and brought me to beautiful memories. The following was my reply to this Qalander,
Salaam and Good Morning,
Yes, I did read the book, Women of Sufism by Helminski. I read this perhaps over a decade ago while living in Riyadh. I found it to be supportive as at that time in my journey I was feeling as if men too had totally hijacked the spiritual path. I recall feeling hopelessness and resentful and even wondered if Islam was being unfair. This book did save the day for me and reminded me of the fact that we were always there and will always be lovers of the Divine. Spirituality is inherent in our nature and this is something that can never be taken away, even if we go unrecognised. I was reminded of the stories I heard in my childhood and through people of female mystics and those who performed miracles… Hence, I did find it beneficial. Now, as far as covering all geographical locations and orders, sure, it is lacking yet whatever the author could do, I am sure she did her best. So AH ( Alhamdullilah) for the effort. I had even lent the book out to SELECT ladies, some of whom today are in the front lines of the Path in Arabia. So again… I must say that the book itself was pivotal and an aide while I was in the dry and harsh region of Najd.
As far as the couple is concerned, I personally have not met them, yet knew of them before I was initiated. I being inclined towards the Mevelevi Order or Mev. Rumi’s teachings, did come across their work yet no opening ever came from my guides to take from their way. I do recall a dream I had of Kabir and his son and not sure if Camille was in the dream. Hence, I did write an email to him or them and do not recall a reply. I believe it was redirecting me towards the Mevlevi Order as at that time I was not ready for the initiation which came later in dream-initially.
I was to meet Shams e Tabrez personified in a female figure. She drove me to a place unlike any other conduit and prepared me for my life’s calling. In the process, I was ‘transformed’ into a Rumi Prototype (far from his reality yet symbolically) and then this year, I was to be initiated in person in Makkah on the 6th of Rabi 1 and the eve of the Dec 6th.
The Shams I met was my twin soul, my exact mirror. Yet, like Shams e Tabrez had to ‘leave’, the same is my story. She did what Shams did to Rumi and the rest is history. I am indebted to my mirror, a true Qalander. I know that the disappearance was only illusion as I was to reach a state of annihilation in love through her discipline that it brought me to one reality, there is no separation, only union. In this process, I composed multiple poems with no ‘background’ in poetry. She brought out the reality of my DNA if anything. Through her, I found my way and am aligned to my way which is to serve, serve, and serve. She alighted me, put me ablaze and gave me a sip from the Cup of Love. I am to do my work in sobriety through the state of drunkeness.
I shall sit by your door
Like an unworthy beggar
I shall remain at your doorstep
Forever and ever
I promise to remain silent
I shall utter not a word or gesture
I shall diffuse in your presence
I am in Love!
And you are the cause!
My only desire?
A glimpse of your face
I swear this love is Divine
Must I admit and proclaim to all;
this love I speak of is earthly.
I seek the day where I shall meet once again, if not here, then by Mustafa’s Fountain!
A River Named Love
There is a river named Love
Upon its banks lovers reside
S e p a r a t e d and United by Love
All in love.
Desiring union they yearn daily
This river is food and drink
Their Fountain of Eternal Life
Lovers must unite!
How shall we reach our beloved’s gate?
Frantic and mad they wail in haste:
This mighty river has split one heart!
Recalling Khidr’s auspicious advice;
One must take the leading plunge
The other shall mirror in unison
Never again to depart
Never again to say good bye
Together in this river they delight
United at last
Shackled by chains
Drifted by vicious currents
Into the Eternal Ocean of Love
Swim together upon the waves
Drink together the eternal drink
Drown together in eternal Love
Live together in eternal Light
The Women of Sufism Study Circle can be accessed here
One may register after reading the guidelines and join the virtual study circle which will give insights into the mystical dimension in Islam, also known as Sufism through a feminine lens.
I had registered this morning and look forward to studying the subject deeper.
“There may be many soul mates along the Path, yet ultimately there is only one real Shems.” (Qudra Healing)
“Had I not met you oh dearest Shems, I would not of discovered my path. Had the heavens not sent me to you, I would still be a wanderer. Through you, I found Me, through this, I know nothing but Love. In gratitude I search for you. In humility, you’ve disappeared! I’m told, “Despair not, you are One with all those you love, now and eternally. “
In a shower of gentle raindrops
We dance in puddles of reflection
Surrounded by His mysterious protection
Unaware of who is who
Gaze down now to view the reflection
A peek at the height of love’s perfection
I see Me
You see You
We see Him
How could this be?
As in reality we only see ONE imagery!
We’ve unlocked the key to our own Mystery
The Truth WE see
“In every spiritual relationship there is a Shems and Rumi. Roles are exchanged periodically..in reality both are ONE.” (Qudra Healing)
A Guest House in Your Soul: Emotional and Spiritual Healing
Marilyn Gordon, BCH, CI
Rumi was a great mystic and poet whose wisdom and heart were as large as the cosmos. His poems ring out truths that even years after they were written are still profoundly meaningful. Rumi wrote about the growth of the soul, about transcendence and metamorphosis. One of his poems about tending to and healing the emotions is particularly relevant. Here it is:
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning is a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.1
This is a poem about inviting in rather that locking out or rejecting the experiences that come to us on a regular basis. It’s about seeing your illness and pain as guests. It’s about the art of paying attention to the experiences of your life. If you don’t pay attention to your wife, your child, your friend, your fear, or your sadness, the problems can escalate. In our culture, we like to push things down, get rid of them, banish them, drug them into the oblivion of unconsciousness – but here we’re being invited to welcome them all into a guest house. If we suppress our feelings, they keep popping back up, like jack-in-the-boxes. If we pay attention to them, just like human beings, they are magically comforted, soothed and transformed.
Your pain is like a weary traveler on the road. You may feel safe enough to open the door and welcome the traveler in. In the guest house inside your deep inner mind, you may be doing the welcoming, or someone else might be there at the door. Who is it? Is it Jeeves the butler? Michael the archangel? A Great Being – or a small child? Bill Cosby’s son used to say, “Hello Friend!” to everyone he met. Simon and Garfunkle used to sing, “Darkness, darkness my old friend…” You have your own way of greeting your pain or suffering, of saying hello to it. You may want to speak to it and say,” Come in. Here’s a place where you can rest your soul.” You may want to begin a conversation by asking it, “What’s happening? Tell me what’s going on. What is your sadness or anger or pain like? Tell me about it. Tell me more.” First there may be some emotions rising up. You can watch them and allow them. When you just “be” with this pain and suffering, a shift happens, a relaxation, a change in quality, a shift in intensity.
After you pay attention to it, you may want to ask it what it needs. This is a great transformational question. Does it want some comfort? An arm around its shoulder? A change of clothes so that it can take off its disguise and reveal its true self? Does it want to experience great love? A shift in understanding? A chance for forgiveness? A life transformation?
At this point, the pain may have transformed into wisdom in its pure potential. You can ask the Wise Mind to speak about what the meaning of this situation is to your life and then what you might do about it. Is this here to instruct you about what you’re attached to and how you can let go? Is it saying to you that it’s time for a change in your life? Is it saying that you may need a more appropriate form of action in a particular situation? Do you need to treat someone differently? Do you need to become more powerful? Is it time to speak up? Is it time to change the nature and quality of your thoughts? Is it possible to bring spiritual solutions into your life?
Watch for a great metamorphosis, and save a chair in this guest house for any Great One who may be hiding under the guise of sadness, anger, fear and pain. When you pay attention, the duckling becomes a swan, the frog – a prince or princess, and the beast may transmute into the “Guide from Beyond” that Rumi so eloquently talks about.
In this same poem, Rumi also says,
Learn the alchemy
True Human Beings know:
The moment you accept what trouble
you’ve been given, the door opens.
We can apply this in our own lives and in our work, accepting whatever resistance may be and allowing in the deep feelings that may come through our doors. When we adopt this welcoming and allowing attitude, we can go beyond condemnation and judgment and find a merciful attitude of embracing what comes, and it can only serve to expand and enlighten us.
1. The Illuminated Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks, New York Broadway Books, 1997