Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This month 5 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
My “Secret Subject” is:
Are soul mates real?
It was submitted by: https://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com
This is so funny that this prompt would come to me. I’m the poster child for Soul Mates and I absolutely believe it. There have been too many things pop up over the last 30 years that have proven it over and over again. I’m not talking about liking the same foods or having the same political beliefs (even though these days it could be a definite deal-breaker).
I’m talking about that knowledge that you have deep down that this is the person that you are supposed to be with. There aren’t any questions and there are no doubts. I’m also not saying that we agree on everything because believe me, we don’t. We don’t even like most of the same foods! He’s a sports junky and while I like sports, I like them in doses on the TV. You’ll never find me at a Nascar Race or a football game. No way in hell even before Covid. I’m an introvert and he is most definitely an extrovert but there is a connection there that is unbreakable.
There are some days where I can have very vivid daydreams of ways in which to torture him. He talks WAY too much and I seldom talk at all. Like night and day. He doesn’t like to read and I’m a book fiend. He can’t sit still and well, I may be a touch lazy. This year we will be married for 30 years. In all of those 10,950 days we have laid down next to each other every day but ONE! That one was my recent hip surgery where they wouldn’t let him stay. It was the worst night of my life. Neither one of us was able to sleep and talked on the phone most of the night.
Now onto the soul part of this post.
The first time I saw my husband it was my first day of Junior High (7th grade) in 1983. I had finally found my way to my Science class with the help of a sweet Freshman named Billy. Billy was going right across the hall to the woodshop and would show me the way. When we reached the classrooms he turned to talk to his best friend Pat as I walked in trying to hide my embarrassment. As soon as I looked at him, I felt a shock to my system I had never felt before. For that whole year, I saw him from afar and would tell myself that one day I was going to marry that boy. I never spoke to him, not a word, but I felt like I had been hit by lightning. He went on to Senior High and I never saw him again…until.
Almost a decade later, an ex-husband an ex-wife, two children (one for each) later we ran into each other or rather were introduced to each other. I knew who he was but he didn’t know me. Of course, I didn’t mention my crush since I was trying to act cool. I was a local bar with my work friends celebrating someone’s birthday. A few alcoholic drinks may have been involved (on my part anyway).
After a few dances, I left after exchanging numbers and as I walked across the parking lot he came running out asking me to go get something to eat. It was late and I was tired so I turned him down and went home alone. The next day, our town was hit by a tornado while he and a couple of others were fishing. It got pretty scary I’m told. When he got home he called me and talked where I explained I was going out with some girlfriends. He was going to stop by where we were at.
Long story short we ended up moving in together that night and after all of those nights I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. We eventually married and had a daughter and lived a life of a blended family which in all honesty worked pretty well for us. Twenty years later, I was doing ancestry and was told about a man who was related and knew the information I was looking for. We stopped by and he invited us into his beautiful home and in his office, he was showing us some stuff on his computer when I saw my name, my husband’s name, and my daughter’s name.
When I asked why he seemed confused until I told him our names. He was so shocked he had to sit down. On Aug 21, 1891, Patrick McDaniel married Rena McDaniel and had a daughter with my daughter’s name. We were all shocked and there is no explanation.
Shoot ahead a decade or two and I decided to have a past life regression from my friend Carol from AHealingSpirit.org. In this regression, I went back several centuries. It’s like a very vivid dream, but what happened is this: I was sitting on the porch of an old shack. I was crying, scared (I could feel those same feelings as if I were there). My husband (Patrick) had just died in an accident. I was alone pregnant with our daughter and literally starving to death. I was very shaken afterward because I could still feel the desperation. I still listen to that recording trying to learn things about myself that maybe this experience could reveal.
So, if you ask me if I believe in soul mates. Yes, of course, because I’m living proof! When you’re with the right person you absolutely know it, Just like if you’re with the wrong person you may fool yourself for awhile, but deep down you know the truth. If you haven’t found “that” person yet, don’t give up. It’s worth kissing a lot of frogs!
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.BakingInATornado.com
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.com/
The Crazy Mama Llama https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/