Blast From the Past đź’«
I cannot get the image of your eyes out of my mind.
One thing is real — the connection.
It has taken me almost a year to understand the magnitude of what happened at breakfast.
It was an ordinary morning — the breakfast room alive with movement, plates clattering, chairs scraping, conversations blending into a gentle chaos. I sat quietly, almost invisible inside my own thoughts. Nothing suggested that anything extraordinary was about to unfold.
But I did notice you.
You came in from the cold, still wrapped in it. You paused for a moment in line at the breakfast buffet — present, grounded, unaware of what you were about to activate. I looked at you. You looked at me. Then we each settled at our own tables, as if the universe was quietly preparing something between us.
And then I lifted my head.
Our eyes met.
Yours.
Mine.
A single moment — and the entire field shifted.
It wasn’t a glance, not an accident, not curiosity. It was a direct energetic impact, a clean vertical line of electricity connecting your eyes to my heart. A shock so sharp it felt like the air itself split open. Time froze. Noise dissolved. Motion vanished. My body, my field, my feminine current — everything recognized something before my mind had language for it.
A shock through my chest.
A held breath.
A recognition without understanding.
I even wrote a blog entry about it at the time. I wondered if it was you, but I dismissed the thought because I didn’t yet trust my intuition.
But now the image has returned — sharp, undeniable, precise.
And now I see you.
I see you for who you are.
If you feel the pull, follow it.
If your chest reacts, honor it.
Happy 12.12 🫶 I love you, and until we meet again—eye to eye, soul to soul🫶
