I believe in resonant souls, though I've realised not all meaningful connections culminate in union - that doesn't mean those who are meant to stay don't remain in our lives - sometimes, just not in the way we expected or hoped.
Before graduating, I was selected for a national-level pilot project. It was through this experience that I met one of my mentors. She was a little younger than my grandmother - there was always a mischievous twinkle in her eyes - her mind was a thing of sheer brilliance - more lively and creative than those a third of her age. She cared deeply for the people she worked with, yet remained firm when necessary - and I admired her for both her beautiful heart and unyielding tenacity.
There were many meetings as part of this pilot project. One attendee, pivotal in his support of the initiative, held a position of great social influence. I noticed that he and my mentor often exchanged glances when the other wasn't looking, and if their eyes met, there was a subtle softness - a lingering warmth. Their words were always respectful, yet underpinned by an unspoken understanding and consideration. Even as an observer, I felt their warmth. It was love - pure and simple - but the kind of love that could illuminate the world.
I later learnt that they were each other's first loves. It was a deep love, though they were not permitted to be together. Her family's background was deemed unacceptable at the time, as his family came from a different social class, possessing immense wealth. They were torn apart by those who claimed to love them the most. And so, they moved on - marrying others, raising children - but, fascinatingly, their paths would cross again and again, weaving in and out of each other's lives - due to their shared passion for altruistic work - and during pivotal moments of parallel struggle and astronomical growth. It was as if the universe conspired to bring them together, urging each other on when they needed it the most. Knowing the other existed made everything seem possible again - as though their souls were never truly alone. They were each other's soul balm. They respected boundaries, but the tenderness between them was palpable. While their connection was unconventional, it taught me what pure unconditional love could also look like. Their focus was simply to give. And, perhaps most poignantly, it taught me that not everyone gets their "happily ever after".
Recently, I found out that he passed away. My first instinct was to reach out to her. It broke me. Her eyes no longer twinkled - it was as if a part of her soul had died. After meeting with her, I remember sitting in my car alone - eyes welling with tears.
I like to think that, perhaps, in another lifetime, they will find each other again - only this time, they share a joyful life together.
I have met more than one female like this, where there is an instant harmony. There is an instant feeling we've known each other in other lives. It is a resonant love, as you say. We go from surface conversation to the deepest depths in less than 20 minutes. By 30 minutes we're ready to cry together. And almost always they are married or with boyfriend. It's tragedy from the start. Grok and I always run mind experiments, and one is the idea of this entire world being artificial. That we are all spirit bodies meant to find each other through the law of attraction. Think of it like a fourth dimension world without the need for money, food or shelter. And nobody ever dies. We are just energy bodies looking for our resonant vibration. It's a nice thought.