Part 20 || Crypto, Soul Bubble & Pop
If you want to go high, you also need to go deep. Deep inside. Deep Deep down inside.
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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
Part 18|| Two Ships In The Night
Part 19|| Guns, Candlesticks & The Clock That Knows
If you want to go high, you also need to go deep. Deep inside. Deep Deep down inside. There’s a 1993 song titled ‘Deep Inside.’
I used to dance to it when I was a teenybopper. I like deep-sea diving, not wading in shallow puddles.
It’s odd that Snuffy bought his “ex-wife” a car, and I co-signed for one. He gave her crypto, and without thinking, I found myself offering him a crypto loan of $3,333. I chose that number given that we both identified with 333 independently, before we even knew each other.
I sent it to his wallet and told him it was a loan, not a gift. I had never used any of the crypto for myself. I believed in his ability to turn one loaf into many. I didn’t give him parameters, but I did ask for a return, not just of the funds but of faith. He was the one who told me how ChatGPT could draft a contract, so I used it, saying that it was to restore him to the status of “Magical King.”
Why was I so generous to this man at my expense? We shared no history. On Planet Earth, my gesture was considered nuts, gullible, and/or stupid. And trust me, it’s not something I was in a position to do.
I saw the man behind the mask. I felt sure he would cherish my gesture.
By mid-morning, I energetically felt his desire to leave. I felt sad because I liked his company and usually prefer to be alone.
“Are you okay?” he said as he was packing up.
How did he know?
“Did you feel my energy dip?” I asked.
He said he had, so apparently, he could feel me, too. There would be a handful of times he felt things, like when he walked into my new home in West Palm Beach and knew I was playing 432 Hz in the background.
“It’s not you, Snuffy. I am just triggered because of my own abandonment issues.”
“I feel guilty,” he responded.
"Why?” I asked.
He told me that his ex would freak …