predestined encounter

a powerful force suddenly drew me to one room in particular. It took me by total surprise, for the person in that unit was someone I didn’t know very well. In fact, she was the only one at the workshop I had never really had a chance to talk to. She was a young psychologist, yet for some reason we seemed to be purposely avoiding each other. All at once I had an all-knowing, as I seemed to float over her, that her vibrations were my vibrations. I had an overwhelming desire to meld. It was truly one of the sharpest and clearest of experiences. I gave her both my body and soul until there was this tremendous energy surge that rocked and exploded in us. It was an experience that is beyond words, for love, total and absolute, surrounded us more strongly than can’ be earthly experienced or imagined. The more I gave, the greater I received and I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to give her even more. It was like two energies in perfect unison becoming one at last. I can remember thinking how physical sex paled in comparison. Memories of past lives together came rushing in like flashes of light. We talked in this state and I came to realize this experience could only have happened at the end of the workshop as it did, for each of us would have been distracted had we met earlier on, perhaps hampering other growth experiences that week. There was a meeting of both our minds with this experience and I knew our meeting had been more than coincidence, it was predestined. I truly experienced everything I asked for and more, and when I came down to the meeting room after the tape there was an unusual heightened energy where people seemed to be flying. I saw her as I came down the stairs to join the group and he looked at me excitedly, ecstati- cally, as if something totally incredible had happened to him. I hadn’t said a word yet, as he quietly repeated a number of times, Thank you. Thank you. I felt elated for I had made contact. We compared our individual experiences, making sure each of us was not coloring the other’s story. It didn’t matter, our stories fit like puzzle pieces

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