Without naming names my baby mona thought Skyla was her twin and believed in lesbian twin flames. Only to discover that they just looked alike. She discovered im not her twin either. Her twin was a guy she met on the police force.
Pride was the only glue that kept that lie in place. My place naturally came in and cleaned that just by being human.
Cleaning is just bursting through pride glue and staying true to your own humanity. Everything else just takes care of itself. I was just the missing piece of the puzzle that allowed the glue to detach safely so that all the pieces could find their proper place.
That's why bitterness was never the right response when I found brokenness and pride. Just being human was the proper response.
For further context read the rest of my blog and think for yourself.
(Incidentally, the more I got to know Skyla and her traumas all of her lesbian tendencies were just trauma mirroring that lacked connection beneath the surface and was incapable of love until she discovered my pain matched hers. To keep me safe she hid my real trauma underneath her psychic pain. Through the pain we both learned how to love each other. Apart from that either of us could only be sociopathic or Machiavellian.)
Identical trauma and soul bonds beneath the trauma created innocent love between adults heterosexual male and female parts.
New info not sure she'd even admit it but I feel. good knowing its true.
She couldn't take credit for it because that name clever was blessed in my spirit by God. But it did give her space to work with me that blessed her independence apart from needing a blessing by God directly but still indirectly blessed by God through my blessing. Meaning she gained independence by having her spirit blessed by me in new wisdom and not God.
Which puts us and God in equal friendship terms.
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