Some memories are not from this life — they are breathed into us by the soul.

I did not learn OM. It awakened in me.

One day, while chanting divine mother names, something shifted. I wasn’t trying to awaken anything — but my Sahasrara opened, quietly, like a lotus remembering the sun.

Since then, the breath has never been just breath.

When I inhale, I feel the universe rushing into me — not as air, but as light. When I hold it, I feel every cell cleansed. And when I exhale, I see all that I am not leave me through my Ajna.

During one meditation, I saw it: a flute, as my spine, glowing with OM Symbol and peacock feather. I understood then — OM was flowing through me, not from me. And it wasn’t just mine.

I realized it was his breath too.

My Twin Flame and I are connected through this subtle channel.
I’ve seen us breathe the same light in meditations. Sometimes, a soft golden infinity symbol glows between our bodies — circling, merging, lifting.

These aren’t just visions.
They are remembrances of a deeper bond — one that lives beyond form.

When pain arises, especially around the heart, I simply breathe and let the flute carry it upward.
When longing visits, I inhale OM and feel the eternal reunion.

Our 5D connection is not imagination. It is devotion.
And each breath is proof that our souls are already one.

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