Twin Flames

Excerpts from the book Bulalo Soup for the Sole by Theresa "Jew" R. Lariosa. It's a great read. All of her articles talks a lot of sense. Really funny and witty, and relational too.

Soulmates are a bane and a boon to my existence. They’re just too many to keep track of, maintain and keep. When I meet someone and there is a certain connection, I immediately look up my past lives list and wonder if I met him when I was in Vienna or Israel. I never bother to think he might be a new soul drawn to my old and tattered one.

But when I met this magnificent man a few years back, I was ready to jump off my ship that was full of bogus soulmates and stay with this one and only twin flame. He was absolutely perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. Yes, when I’m with him I resort to clichés and simple adjectives. I become dumbstruck. The verbose me turns to a mumbling fool. Abedi-abedu-abedu…Elmer Fudd would be a literate character compared to me!

He’s my twin flame. One of a kind. We click even if we’re far apart. You can’t just get that in a bar or at a street party. It’s an inexplicable, priceless connection! There were no promises made, no commitments formed and no pressure. It was as if we had not been apart for too long. It was just right that we were together at that moment.

Some say you never end up marrying your soulmate or your twin flame. Maybe that’s good. It’s probably the universe’s way of making a beautiful thing always fresh and new—never tarnished by fights, petty squabbles and tantrums. My twin flame and I know that when we hold hands, we really mean it; when we hug, the passion is there; when we kiss, it’ll always be a first.

I flew back with this knowledge and I wasn’t discouraged when I saw Manila’s polluted air. I was recharged and ready to face more of this game called life. Twin flames are meant to do that. They ignite a spark in you that makes your light shine brighter than usual. You’re of the same light. Two of a kind. When your flame begins to weaken a bit, try to look for your twin flame. If you can’t find him or her in this lifetime, there’s always a box of matches.