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Part 18|| Two Ships In The Night

I was a stowaway, and Snuffy was the Navigator

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  • Part 1|| Stardust|| When You Remember Your Celestial Origins

  • Part 2|| Stardust|| When Stars Collide

  • Part 3|| Stardust|| Snuffalupugus, Planetary Parades, & A Truck Baby

  • Part 4|| Stardust|| Tristan As A Mouse & The Vertex

  • Part 5 StarDust|| A Kiss of Life, Guitar Plucks & Magical Kings

  • Part 6 || StarDust|| Four-Leaf Clovers, Fireflies, & Harlequin Novels

  • Part 7|| Stardust || The Deception of Appearances

  • Part 8 || Revised Contracts & Interference

  • Part 9 || Soul Merge & Love Making

  • Part 10 || Enter The Twilight Zone

  • Part 11 || Trump Near-Assassination, Timeline Jumps & Tracks

  • Part 12 || When Voltage Regulators Go Haywire

  • Part 13 || Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

  • Part 14 || Would You Die For Him?

  • Part 15 || Is Snuffy Your True Twin?

  • Part 16|| Characteristics Of A Twin Flame Connection

  • Part 17|| More Characteristics Of A True Twin Flame Connection

One morning in mid-July 2024, while sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of my second-floor apartment in South Beach, I asked my higher self to help me remember any past lives with Snuffy.

I busted out my new journal and aimed to automatic write, which is the process of channeling words onto paper without conscious thought, allowing messages from the subconscious, higher self, or spiritual sources to flow freely.

Then, I used a guided past-life recall meditation on Insight Timer, a free meditation app with guided sessions, and found myself on a ship.

Before I share what came up, I want to revisit our first kiss, a faint memory now. And yet, it has lingered on my lips. Just Barely. Although I have tapped into it many times.

It was a literal spark that helped me feel love in my heart again. Ultimately, it would be up to me to stoke that spark and use it to transmute my wounds, PTSD, rage, and trauma, not only from the last several years of tyranny and censorship alone, but from my upbringing, ancestral wounds, and past life “karmic loops”.

The journey back to myself would entail balancing the feminine and masculine polarities inside of me (interestingly, as the polarities on Earth are also seemingly shifting (again)).

It’s challenging to keep your frequency high against a maligned system with a faulty narrative and a lack of heart energy. But therein lies the work—to see beyond division and duality and reach Christ Consciousness.

At this point in the tale, I still had a long way to go, but fortunately, I possess self-awareness and spiritual intelligence, and, thanks to the kundalini, my psychic skills are more profound. I’d be shown how to alchemize my emotions.

If I remember correctly, I was massaging his hands when he leaned over and kissed me. I wasn’t expecting this. The moment was yummy. I felt like I was 16. Because we didn’t know each other in this life, the 3D had not seeped in yet.

To illustrate the moment, I’ll use the kiss between Hancock (Will Smith) and Mary (Charlize Theron) from the movie Hancock (2008), which I recently watched as part of my exhaustive clinical research on the ‘Twin Flame’ phenomenon. It’s a pivotal moment as it reawakens a buried cosmic truth: the two have been deeply connected across lifetimes.

The kiss was a fusion of souls that transcended the physical.

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As Hancocks kisses Mary, time doesn’t slow—it fractures. Hancock isn’t just kissing her—he’s remembering her. But the memories come in static: flickers of sandstorms, battles fought side-by-side, sunsets he’s never seen in his current life but somehow longs for.

He’s confused and disoriented. She feels like him, but how? It surges through his nervous system like lightning, awakening something ancient buried beneath trauma, amnesia, and low-frequency alcohol.

There’s this split-second where everything in Hancock says, “Wait—I know you... But how is that even possible?”

It’s like he touches …

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