Aha! I spotted exactly what I needed while looking through a local adult education catalog, and signed up for a class that said it could help me find my soul mate. It felt like forever since I’d had a date – much less a soul mate – and at least a lifetime or two since I’d met anyone that even resembled the “right” guy. So throwing doubt and fear to the wind, I decided to re-enter the world of possibility.
Aaah…the idea of a soul mate is so utterly comforting. One person out there for me and me alone. And this amazing class would help me find him.
The class was taught by a charming woman (whom I’ll call Melinda) who with all her heart seemed to honestly want to help each of us find our true soul mate. So, after some basic introductions, for the next 3 hours she told this somewhat skeptical, somewhat hopeful group of soul-connected wannabes what WE needed to do to make that happen.
But wait a minute…I have to actually do stuff to make this happen? This concept twisted my brain a bit. I’d always thought if soul mates truly existed, then it was all preordained and the universe took care of everything – even cleverly creating the serendipitous circumstances of our meeting. I assumed I wouldn’t have to do much of anything except know where to look and how to recognize him – and then just scoop him up. Not so it seems. There are often diversions and even obstacles. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
So Melinda starts out by telling us the origin of our soul mate – basically a variation of the Adam and Eve story. Once we were one with our soul mate, she tells us, but it seems things changed big time when poor Eve took a bite out of that oh-so-tempting apple and Adam ratted on her rather than defending her. As Melinda explained, men are designed to protect women, so naturally a rift occurred. Women, she informed us, need to be taken care of and without that are not complete.
Hand goes up immediately. Mine. “What do you mean men are designed to protect us and that we actually NEED this to be whole again? This goes against all I’ve ever believed!!!”
She graciously resisted a variation of my favorite Dr. Phil question “And how’s that workin’ for ya?” and gently explained how it’s all about yin and yang.
Hand goes up. Mine again. “But I thought the yin and yang was in each of us and that we each have male and female essence?”
“Yes, we do. Of course. But we search for the other half of our soul to be complete.”
Hand again. Mine. “Weren’t we both men and women in our past lives?”
“Yes. At one time. But women are higher up on the evolutionary scale and therefore once you are a woman, you don’t go back to being a man.”
The lone man in the room sank a bit lower into his chair. Continue reading »