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Into the Abyss.

The Multidimensional Aspects of Our Soul's, Pt 3

By Lauren DaveyPublished 2 years ago 10 min read
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The Palpable Connection of Twin-Flames

There is still a deep part of me that believes that Zabian is behind these occurrences. Or at the very least, that he is related to them somehow? My heart longs to be close to him and so, moving forward, I offer the invitation for this presence to connect with me in this way. However, I leave a non-negotiable intention for the barrier to stay sealed around that of any sexual interaction. The experiences are now inclusive of incidences where-by I may feel the stroke of some fingers along my spine. The occasional kiss. I was even poked in my right ear once! That was weird! I have felt a presence spooning me from behind as I am falling asleep, or cuddling me as I am relaxing on the couch. These things are no longer a bother to me, though. In fact, I find them rather comforting.

The presence of the other-side has been in my life for as long as I can remember. With objects being moved around my house and things falling when there is no source to instigate their fall. I remember the time I was slapped on the arse! I was walking to my bedroom at the time and I turned around, expecting to find my ex behind me, only to discover that he was still sitting on the couch watching television and in no way, could he have been the one to have slapped my behind! I wonder if the presence I experience today, was the same presence back then? And if so, how could this be a conscious integration of Zabian’s potential individuality, into our current circumstance? If he is astral projecting, how could it have been him way back then? We didn’t know one another at that time! Either way, I feel as though this soul is exponentially protective of me. That it is without a doubt, in love with me. And, despite the effect that the other-worldly sexual interactions have had on me, this soul does feel pure within that of its intent to be close to me and in my heart I know and trust, that the divine would not be allowing this to happen if this were in any way at all, not the case.

In retrospect, these experiences have instigated an amplification of my profound psychic ability and senses. My being has evolved because of these occurrences. My awareness has expanded and I have, discovered and learned so very much about myself along the journey. My ability to interact with soul’s whom are not present has flourished and I am more easily reachable, for those whom reside on the other-side now, too. This is relevant not only to that of my waking life, but also through that of my dreams. I have experienced a few dreams over the years where-by a deity has greeted me with an important message. I have endured a couple of dreams where this deity has presented itself to me as Zabian, also. With my mind still in contemplation about whether Zabian is actually the soul whom is astral travelling to me and after everything in which our journey has presented since that of our physical meeting, I have at times wondered, if he is able to infiltrate himself into the likes of my dream-world, too? Our dreams are intertwined with that of the astral world, after all. In fact, I speculate if this may have been what had happened during my dream at university, the very first dream I had of Zabian? Did he somehow astral project himself into my dream consciously, so to assist with my getting in touch with my inner cheater? Along-side this dream, I have endured another two, to where the experience has felt so fucking real, that I questioned if there was some conscious involvement on his behalf.

In one of my dreams, I walked into a bathroom and there was Zabian. I raced over to cuddle him, but he would not wrap his arms around me in return. I stepped back from him, bethinking him the question, “Do you not want me?” He then stepped toward me and cradled me in his arms, began kissing my neck and commenced trying to remove my clothes. I stepped back and bethought him again, “Baby, do we really want our first time to be in a bathroom?” A bathroom symbolises to me, the place to where we cleanse ourselves of the dirty aspects of our being’s, or the murkier aspects of our journey’s. It is a place of transition, where we rid ourself of the darker aspects of ourselves, through transmuting them to light. And if there is a toilet present, and in this dream there was, this is further indication of release and renewal. Zabian then winks at me and smiles, before sinking into the bathroom floor and vanishing. I awoke perceiving the message to be something about our union being one where-by the circumstance and environment, is nestled within the likes of the light, and not amongst the place where we are cleansing ourselves of all that which is not in alignment with that of our union. The fact that he had sunk into the floor, represented the invitation for me to anchor in this notion into that of my waking life.

During the second dream, I was at a concert of some description with my children and when we were walking back to my car, Zabian appeared with his cherubs. As we were walking, we did not communicate. The sound of silence between us was peaceful, natural and comfortable, however. The children were playing along the way and I remember thinking that my vehicle was a lot closer than the length of the walk, but the road seemed to go on forever. It was, the longest road! By the time we got to my car, I jumped into the driver’s seat and Zabian lifted the hood of my car. I am not sure what he was doing, but I know that he was trying to help me somehow. As though something in my car was broken, and he made it his mission to fix it. When he had finished, he began walking away. Perplexed, I jumped straight back out of my vehicle and bethought him, “Are you just going to walk away without even saying goodbye?” He turned around and smiled at me, then bethought me in return, “I will be back. I just have some things that I need to take care of.” Following this, he motioned to my car and again, telepathically said, “Check out your new stereo! I think you will really enjoy the new bass.” I wondered to how he managed to upgrade that of my stereo from the hood of my car, but was grateful all the same. I felt seen by him in this moment. To upgrade my bass, meant that he cared about the things that which ignite my passion. Music, being one of these things. When I awoke, I was a little sad, but thrilled by the notion of whatever he had left within the amelioration of my soul. I believe that the dream was in symbolism of our journey thus far, and how I am constantly procrastinating about the notion of us wasting precious time through not initiating our union in that of the physical, sooner. The longest road, speaks volumes to me about the length of our journey. This being pertinent on all levels. Not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually and ethereally, too. Something that which dates back to the very moment in which we split from one soul, into two. The beginning of our journey as twin-flames. And, "The Longest Road," is also the title of one of our songs. Which synchronistical enough, also mentions the phrase, “Giddy up!” Yet another set of words which have become a vital contribution to the avenues of communication in which we have journeyed, since meeting. The notion of music and bass, also speaks volumes to me about deep, unadulterated connection. Despite these messages though, it has now been five years since the birth of this situation as it stands and these dreams, no longer hold validity within the realm of my current circumstance.

There are times when I fearfully wonder if Zabian has died and his brother, or brother’s, have failed to inform me. Perhaps this is why the experiences of being touched by his presence began? Maybe he is not astral travelling at all? Perhaps he is waiting for me on the other-side? My heart breaks at the thought. This world is definitely a much brighter place, with Zabian’s soul incarnate. Whether I am blessed enough to experience union with him in this life-time or not, I would rather he live happily without me, than not here at all. His soul is world-changing and to me, he is the absolute embodied epitome of the very essence of our evolution as a collective. In these moments of fear, the tears flow profusely. I beg that of the divine, “Please. Please do not let this be true?” After a while, these fears, along with many other darker thoughts about what could possibly be occurring, become increasingly destructive and detrimental to my sense of life quality and in time, the paranormal experiences with the soul in question, eventually subside. This undoubtably, is for the best as the length of time in which I have been imbedded in a relationship with a soul whom is not physically present, has taken its toll on me. It is simply too much for me to have to endure anymore. The duration to which I have been living as a gateway between two worlds, with no solid foundation of physical integration, is no longer in alignment with that of my soul.

With the alteration of resonance to that of my own journey present, I sit upon my bed one evening, begging for that of my heart to release Zabian, when I am spontaneously guided to self-pleasure. Usually when I self-pleasure, Zabian is all that which consumes my thoughts. No matter how I try to resist him in this way, I simply cannot. For the first time since falling in love with him however, I am drawn to focus my awareness solely on that of my own vessel and the felt-sensations of my own touch. I adhere to the calling and endeavour to self-pleasure and bring myself to climax without allowing the thought of Zabian to enter my imagination. Rolled over to one side, I begin to place my fingers between my thighs, when I suddenly feel the very familiar sensation of somebody pulling me close from behind. I feel hands upon my hips as they guide my arse to them. In this moment, I halt within the movement of my own fingers, simply resting them upon my yoni. Unsure of what to do, I lay there, still with apprehension. The presence begins thrusting me from behind in a fast paced rhythm. I cannot not feel anything penetrating me, nor have I offered permission for this to happen since my intention to block it first arose. My vessel is shuddering all of its own accord and in perfect harmonization to each thrust. Wondering if the soul is in fact Zabian, I decide to embrace the interaction, relaxing my body and choosing to let go, completely surrendering to the experience as it unfolds. As I do this, the presence transforms that of its movement into a slow, grinding like motion. Sporadically, I hear Zabian’s voice inside of my head saying, “Cum with me, Shaniquah?” Fuck. That voice! I am immediately turned on.

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About the Creator

Lauren Davey

The short Creative stories In which You Will Read Here, All pertain to the Journey of BeLoved, TwinFlames. They Are Inclusive of various concepts of Spirtuality, Tantra and Sacred Sexuality, Amalgamated with a cheeky, mild dose of Erotica.

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