As I started thinking about these two friends of mine, it reminded me of a song. 

"A  singer in a smoky room

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile, they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on..." 

- Journey / Don't Stop Believing

And then ... 

They met in a quantum leap that took us to a little hotel out by the airport, a place where they thought they would have a little peace before a weekend of the electric sounds of 80s rock filled the air, and girls in tiny dresses would take a hit off the high of being near their celebrity. He was an artist, lost in his world of music, albeit he was an amazingly brilliant business man. She was a gypsy, her canvas of life was a vibrant expression of her soul. In this, their wanderlust was like the cord connecting their souls. Their first encounter was brief, a chance meeting that left them both feeling a strange connection, that slowly blossomed over that weekend so long ago.

She was the one that got away, but she never knew it. In her mind, he was the one that got away. 

She had fallen hard, her heart aching with the longing for him. He had moved on, leaving her with a bittersweet memory. Years passed, they crossed paths a multitude of times but the timing was never right. As the years passed, she had built a life for herself, filled with love, laughter, and family. Yet, a part of her always wondered what could have been.

Then, one day, they met again. It was a chance encounter that they had a nearby show. They both recognized each other immediately, the years that had passed melting away. They spent hours talking, catching up on their lives. It was as if no time had passed at all.

As they continued to see each other, a deep friendship blossomed. They shared their dreams, their fears, and their hopes. They found comfort and solace in each other's company. The initial spark that had ignited between them had reignited, but this time it was tempered by a newfound understanding and respect. For decades they brought smiles to each others world as they passed each other like transits of celestial objects, always being brought back together. There was a trust berween them, and that was rare in both of their worlds.

One evening, as they sat on a bench ourside of a hotel after a show, watching the sunset, he confessed his feelings. He told her that he had never stopped loving her, that she had always been the one. She was taken aback, her heart pounding in her chest. But as she looked into his eyes, she realized that she felt the same way.

Their love story was not a fairy tale with a happily ever after ending. It was a journey, filled with twists and turns, laughter and tears. But it was a journey they were willing to take together. They had found each other not just as lovers, even if only for one night, but as friends that understood there are many different versions of the love of our lives. The one we love doesn't always become the one we partner in life with. Sometimes we are just meant to be star crossed and we must trust the process. 

It is hard for me to see them catch glances from across the room, knowing the love that grew from a lifetime of simple, kind gestures. But they have made their own lives, and the wheels of life keep turning. I trust that we choose the right path and the right version of ourselves that is needed. 

The part of the story that surfaces underneath my viewing of their love, is intertwined with my own story. I met someone that weekend, and I was drawn to his sunshine, and he to my darkness. Eventually my feelings were too real,  and I ran from love into the arms of what appeared a dream from the outside, but was a nightmare on the inside. Ours was a conflicting paradigm, and we weren't meant to be. The lessons, though, continue to teach me. 

Fate, as you would expect, deepens us through all of our relationship, and evetually a new chapter unfolded just as I was reconnecting with our past Incredibly, a friend introduced to me as I entered the time of my life I call the spiritual retreat. I was in a place where I could explore the inner self and connect with a higher power. It was there that I met him, a man who seemed to possess an otherworldly aura.

He was a seeker, a wanderer, a soul searching for answers. His wisdom was profound, his spirit gentle. I recognized the frequency as it was the same as the magically man I had been drawn to all those years ago. But he was not the Sun, but rather perhaps he was Eros or an Ecliose. As we reached out to each other, our connection became intense yet ethereal. As I am writing I can feel their pull on my solar plexus, drawing me always towards them.

As we spent time together, I found myself falling in love with him, a love that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Mirrorred in my friends experience, she too caught fire in the most unlikeliest time. Like my new relarionship, their relationship was not easy. He was a man of mystery, his past shrouded in secrets. He was often absent, lost in his own thoughts and explorations. But she loved him, unconditionally, even when he pushed her away.

Through the mirror, I discovered a world of esoteric knowledge, of ancient wisdom, of the unseen forces that shape our reality, and started to understand these connectiions showing up in our lives. They were here to open our deepest lessons once we were ready to love unbounded. I learned about meditation, astrology, and the power of the human mind. I opened my soul to new possibilities, to a deeper understanding of myself and the universe.

One day, in the midst of the unraveling of what had been my life, the universe cut through time to teach me that love was a journey, and a spiritual adventure. Out of the monument of distruction was a love that challenged my highest self, that pushed me to grow, that opened my eyes to the infinite potential of the human spirit. And on this path, which I walk towards slowly as the unraveling world still attaches to pieces of my being,  together I know there is a magic in uncertainty. Why else would we have gone through the past of learning that love is a connection that lives in the notes of time, if not to understand that songs are timeless and yet the artists over time will change. 

This is how I know that i have found someone who truly sees me, loves me  and believed in me without chasing me through the random celestial passages in time. Eclipses are rare events. This love story was also a rare and precious find, a connection that was not easily replicated. As the eclipse progresses, the moon's shadow casts a transformative effect on the Earth. Similarly, this love journey will transform both of us, leading to personal growth and spiritual enlightenment that eventually will come into a powerful union. 

The sun was the giver of life, providing warmth, energy, and light to ignite my 3D Earth path. He was my awakening to passion, vitality, and creation. The eclipse temporarily obscuring the sun's light, showed me the hidden parts of myself through intuition, emotion, and the ascended consciousness. It matched my moon, like the two moons around the Earth right now. The lover, a temporal"mini-moon" that is captured by the gravity of our reality for a short period of time. 

2024 PT5 was a recently discovered, and it is reminding us that there is a new form connecting to this experience. How long will we choose to walk on a path together, or will we stay separate but mirrored for the duration. I cannot say. But I understand that the Sun is also anew in this temporal shift, maybe even taking on a younger frequency. Will it light a fire and blind the moon from seeing its twin? Maybe. As wiith all journeys, in the 3D, only time will tell.