Soul Mates. True Love. What do you believe?
On a cold night in 1996 I went clubbing with my then-husband, let’s call him ‘The Darkly Gifted Songwriter’, and some friends in downtown Minneapolis. My husband was performing at a popular club that night…
It happens that it was ‘Psychic Night’ at that club and my girlfriend wanted to get a reading in between music sets. I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to believe about such things. I decided to watch carefully and keep my mouth shut.
When it was her turn, we ducked into a curtained corner, billowing with smoky incense, finding ourselves face-to-face with a little old lady who looked like a witch. Classic. On the table before her was a burning candle, a crystal ball and some cards with unfamiliar pictures on them.
The witch started by accurately describing some very specific details about my friend’s life circumstances, which would not be obvious to a stranger. I was somewhat shocked by the accuracy and specificity with which the witch described my friend’s current job and family life. My friend asked about her love life.
The witch abruptly turned from my friend to me and said, “You… you are the one they want to talk to!”
“Me?” I squirmed. “I just came to watch.”
“It is about your True Love,” the witch whispered, reaching for my hand.
“Really? What about it?” I asked nervously.
“I see him. He is tall, dark and handsome,” she teased, stroking my hand. I guessed she must have seen me earlier with my husband, who was tall and handsome, although not dark, except for his personality.
“My husband is 6’4” …” I offered.
“It’s not him!” she practically spat at me. “This one is not that tall. Almost six feet tall. His name begins with a ‘K’ sound, like Kevin or … Ke- …. Ka- …. I can’t make it out … hmmm … You will not meet him for sometime … um-hmmm … you both have lessons to learn, before you can meet each other …”
“How will I meet him?” I asked.
“It’s looks like … hmmm … it’s not the phone, but something like the phone … hmmm …”
“When will we meet?”
“When the time is right. Learn your lessons, so you’ll be ready. That is all. That is the message for you.”
After my divorce, I sometimes thought about that witch. For a long time, when I’d hear someone call out, “Hey, Kevin! or “Keith” or “Carter” I’d turn and look, and wonder. But, then I forgot about it and I fell in love and married someone who’s name started with an ‘M’ sound. Like, “Mmmmmm”. And I learned more lessons about what does and doesn’t work in a relationship. Mostly what doesn’t work.
Then, tonight I’m snuggling with Mr. C and watching the movie ‘Serendipity’, a love story about Soul Mates. I remember the night club witch’s prophecy from long ago. In my mind, I run through the check-list of her description of my True Love, noting a profound number of ‘synchronicities’ which apply to Mr. C including his name, appearance and the way we met. I’ve enjoyed the gentle slopes of my relationship with Mr. C through the years we’ve been together and specifically we often comment on how we’ve grown as the result of lessons learned in past relationships, so we could each bring a better self to this relationship. I feel a little misty. And I wonder. But, mostly I’m grateful for the amazing mystery of it all.
Do you believe in True Love? What do you wonder? What do you know?
PS The Darkly Gifted Songwriter’s new wife has recently published the book: Soulmate Hunting After 40: The Mature Person’s Guide to Finding and Keeping Love and Happiness. I have not read it, but I love to believe that True Love wins again!