Story of the Flame

Note: I really "woke up" to the world of Spirit in the last two years, or at least consciously. However, since I was a child I've felt and even know some things without being exposed to them. That being said, I was cleaning out a closet and found some writing I did back in 1974 when I was 21 years old. Just a kid! I had no background in Spirit but something caused me to write these things, so I am going to post three short pieces I wrote that make sense now.

The first was written two years before I met my wife. I remember I wrote this late at night with an actual candle in front of me. I've been wondering where this was for years. My guides led me to it today. I've been told that my wife and I are twin flames by a wonderful Spiritual leader I am lucky enough to know. I had never heard the term Twin Flame, but how interesting is this that I wrote 40 years ago! 

Story of the Flame

All is Blackness.
Suddenly a candle flickers—then burns strong.
It is alone.

All is Darkness.
One candle burns brightly—he searches for other flames. He finds many, but all of them burn as though caught in the wind. They flicker and die.

All is Blackness.
One candle, lit. The melted and burned-out life of the others he ignores. There is another, somewhere.

All is Darkness.
The straight, true flame thinks. It is a long time before he finally realizes the light he sees in the distance is a candle, too. He has been staring at it for a long time, but did not see it until now. It is still a great distance away.

All is Blackness.
Two candles at a great distance do not share their light or heat. The do communicate. He stands up and straight and high as he can. She sees. She is standing tall and proud, also. He waves back and forth. So does she. They are still far apart. There is much space between them. 

All is Darkness, save two specks of light.
He is rooted to a bottle, but his flame yearns to leap free. He wants to fly. She is too far away. She must be rooted in much the same way.

All is Blackness, save two bright specks of light.
Each candle appears to the other as speck of light that somehow expands with each passing zip. They each have unspoken wants. Who will light the way?

All is Darkness, save two small lights in the distance.
Fear that one of them might flicker and die keeps them apart. Are they afraid of the rushing air?

All is Blackness, save two small dots of flame.
Suddenly, as if upon a signal, they both leap from the contentment of their wicks. No more warm, molten wax to keep them from worry.

All is Darkness, save one flame, building.

All is Light.