Trusting What I Know

Seeing the Twin Flame Journey Beyond Perception and Doubt

There’s an undeniable depth to these connections. There’s a recognition that goes beyond words, a knowing that transcends logic. That’s what makes the Twin Flame bond so sacred…

(And so confusing.)

When my counterpart and I first met—or re-met, as it were, having once known each other in elementary school—there was an instant heart pull, an unspoken soul recognition.

We saw each other.

Not who we were when we were young, and not the versions of ourselves that we reserved for close friends and family, and certainly not the parts of ourselves we presented to the world.

This was being seen.

Fully, completely, in a way that was probably a little startling to us both but also felt immeasurably safe and sacred. Time seemed to melt away in the diner that night—as it often would when we were together, and although I didn’t have the words for it then, the energy that surrounded us was palpable—like we were cocooned in some kind of cosmic bubble, and there was only us and an energy of presence and a familiarity that seemed eternal.

It’s not easy being seen like that—to have someone witness you in a way that leaves nothing hidden is terrifyingly beautiful. To have someone understand your soul’s language, to speak your heart is like a homecoming, but it’s a bit of a shock to the ego that’s spent a lifetime being misunderstood.

To be seen is to be vulnerable. Exposed. It’s an undistorted mirror that shows every beauty mark and blemish, every truth and illusion. And in the weeks and months and years that followed, as the parts of ourselves that had been tucked away in the shadows of shame, fear, or self-judgment were brought to the surface, we were forced to confront them.

To acknowledge them. To love them. To heal them.

To be seen is to be asked to see yourself—not just the parts that feel worthy of love, but the wounds, the beliefs, the patterns that have kept you small.

That’s what this connection does. It reveals. It unravels. It pulls apart the carefully constructed walls and leaves only what’s real.

It leaves only love.

A love so pure that we, as humans, don’t really know what to do with it.

So, we do what we’ve been conditioned to do for eons:

We run.