divineblcth

[divineblcth]

Unfinished, Undeniable

Our story didn’t start on an app or in some random way—it started in church, when we were just kids. I was about to turn 15, planning my quinceañera, and that’s the whole reason I even went to those youth classes. I say we met at 15, he says 14—but either way, it was divine timing. We’d skip youth group, hold hands, sneak innocent little kisses. It was sweet, soft, pure.

Turns out, we knew some of the same people. He even went to my school at one point, but I didn’t know him back then. It wasn’t until church that I saw him. Later, I invited him to prom. He said yes… but left me hanging. I had the ticket and everything. That moment stung, and after that, we didn’t talk for years.

But life has a way of circling back. We started talking again, hanging out here and there, going back and forth like some weird cosmic ping-pong. We had small moments—physical intimate moments—but nothing ever got deep enough to root. The energy was never right for us to truly hold space for each other.

Then life split us apart. We each found other people… who taught us deep pain.

I ended up in an on-and-off relationship with Ian from 2019 to 2024. It got dark—domestic violence, trauma, survival.

There were moments when John reached out during that time, but I had to block him. Ian caught wind of it early on, but nothing ever came of it after that.

Fast forward to a couple days after my son’s birthday, March 2024. I finally leave Ian. For good. I don’t go back.

In June, I message John again.

Life throws me into another short relationship—a white guy, same patterns, narcissistic vibes—I move in, see the signs, and leave. Posing as a fake twin flame. A karmic mirror. We trauma bonded.

Come August, John finally sees my message.

And this time… something clicks.

We start talking. Not in a love story kind of way—but more like soul fragments trying to remember each other.

I asked him about his spiritual journey. He told me he was on one. Said he was figuring it out.

I don’t think he was fully awake before I messaged him. But something I did—or just the timing of it all—sparked something. And he began awakening.

Since then, it’s been waves.

Blocking. Unblocking. Silence. Signs. Telepathy. Longing. Energy exchanges that don’t make logical sense—but make perfect soul sense.

We haven’t labeled it. We haven’t had a full-out talk about it. But I know he knows. I feel it.

I’ve seen visions. I’ve felt our daughter in spirit—an angel waiting to be born from us, telling me she chose us for a reason. She’s made herself known over and over.

And I know she will come… when we’re both ready. When we’ve healed enough to receive her.

People wouldn’t understand. They’d ask 3D questions like, “Have y’all gone out?” or “When did you meet?”

And honestly, I can’t even give a straight answer that would make sense.

Because this isn’t about dates or dinners. This is soul shit. This is something ancient and beyond logic.

This whole thing has been like a mirror.

It’s made me face everything I didn’t want to look at—love, longing, rejection, abandonment wounds, sacred rage.

It’s cracked me open and shown me where I still need to grow.

And now…

After all the hope, the prayers, the signs, the holding on…

I had to make the hardest decision yet.

I didn’t cut the cord. I placed it down. Like a silver thread wrapped in love and grief—tucked away with reverence.

Still connected. Still real. Still vibrating softly in some unseen dimension.

But for now, it’s waiting.

Waiting to be touched again—when it can be touched with clean hands and an awakened heart.

It hurts. Deeply.

But I know this pain is sacred. It’s part of my evolution.

Even though I get mad… even though I regret being vulnerable sometimes…

I know this isn’t silly. This connection has been real.

Maybe not in a way people get—but in the way I feel it.

And if he ever does wake up fully…

He’ll know where to find me.

But by then, I won’t be standing in the same place.

I’ll be higher. Softer. Sharper. Whole.

Still unfinished.

Still undeniable.

But finally… free.

[divineblcth]

“The void can not hold us”

In the silence of a cosmic void,

two rooms flicker with the low hum of candlelight.

She sits in shadows, radiant with sacred fire—

eyes deep with knowing, heavy with yearning.

In her stillness, she feels him.

Across the abyss,

He leans into the quiet,

his strength a quiet storm beneath the stillness.

His soul aches—for her.

But between them,

the void breathes like a living wound.

And in that breath, two spirits stir.

To the divine feminine side: a masculine shadow,

formed from smoke, stitched with bitter echoes.

It watches with jealousy,

a relic of old attachments refusing to die.

To the divine masculine side: a feminine wraith,

beautiful in shape but hollow with envy.

She clings to him with unseen chains,

casting confusion like spells in the dark.

They are tethered—

not by love, but by control.

Not by truth, but by fear of release.

Yet in the candlelight,

My soul reaches across the chasm.

And his heart answers in silence.

Even apart,

they pulse in sacred sync.

Even unseen,

they burn for reunion.

Love waits.

Light holds.

And the void… cannot consume what was destined.