LIFE IN THE TWIN FLAME FAST LANE
Here is a beautiful example of the twin flame story. Quite some time ago, Linda and I were browsing a bookstore when we came across an Atlas that seemed different. It was clear, and it seemed to include so much more than highways and rivers. We had been searching for a small town near Lake Ontario between Buffalo and Rochester. She remembered her grandmother taking her there as a child, and it had this old fashion German name, “Volkusville”. We came close on a couple of occasions but did not find it. I was debating the cost of the book when I flipped to that same general area of New Your State, and there it was on this map, Wolcottville. The difference was in the old-fashioned pronunciation. The fact that the book had the town in it convinced us to buy it. We took the book to the counter, and the clerk said, “Oh, this one is also on sale, for about one-third the cost.” Good sign for the twin flame energy. We gladly bought it and have used it many times since. We did find the beautiful area where Linda’s ancestors lived and the old cemetery where they were buried. It was and essential puzzle piece of the twin flame story we are piecing together. The pages are falling out, and we have nearly worn out Pennsylvania and New York. Maybe we’re just about ready for a new “assignment”.
I mention this atlas because it held a key to the next phase of this story. It was a quiet Sunday morning. Easing into the day, I was grateful for the time to relax. Linda approached me and said. “Tom, would you please muscle test something for me?” Oh dear, this sounded like one of those moments. She stood there with the atlas and said, “Muscle test this. Are we to drive to the nature sanctuary, shown in this atlas, in Elmira, New York, on the banks of the river, to do some planetary work for Mother Earth?” This can be a tough moment since I already told you how I felt. This is a perfect example of the self-centered Tom being asked to look outside of himself for a bigger picture. I stood up, put my hands on my heart, closed my eyes, and asked. “Is it the highest possible reality for Linda and I to go to Elmira, N.Y. today, to do this work for Mother Earth?” My body made a strong lean forward, signifying a strong YES. If my body leaned backward, it meant no. Hum, that isn’t exactly how I had planned to spend the day. When we muscle test something and get a clear answer, we always honor the information. Muscle testing is based on the belief that we can access the truth deep within ourselves, which we have no basis for in the lower dimension. That is why we often ask the question with the phrase, “Is it the highest possible reality?” Otherwise, we could get an answer based on the desire to sit at home and do nothing for the day. When we live our lives this way, it opens us to higher possible way to live our lives. This is how we live our life, muscle-testing everything. So, the first thing for me to do in this situation is to shift gears and to align myself to the “new plan” for the day. I’m a very emotional person, and I generally have to get into the spirit of this new plan. It helps me to make the shift if I know what we are doing, why, and some details. It also helped me this time to know that we could check out that Mexican restaurant on the main drag and see if it is as good as the last time we were there. Linda told me that she would share the planetary work details she was seeing while I was driving. I must have had a premonition of this day trip because yesterday, I filled the gas tank on the way home from my day job.
“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.”
There was another piece of the puzzle that was a big deal for me. Elmira is where Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) and his family had a home and where he is buried, along with his family. For quite some time, Linda and I have seen that I have much in common with this character, Mark Twain. He, of course, is the creation of Samuel Clemens. In a terrific biography of Samuel Clemens, titled “Mark Twain”, by Ron Powers, we learned that on his mother’s death bed, Clemens , promises his mom that he would not drink or smoke or chase women. So in his mind, he never did those things. He creates this alter ego, Mark Twain, who gets to do all those things and more. As Mark Twain, he is constantly telling us stories that are the “God’s honest truth”. Well, that’s where I have a pattern that is similar to him. In the late 60s, when Vietnam was still a crazy reality for many a young man, I was given a very low lottery number, and as soon as I graduated from college, I was to be drafted into the army. I had no intention of honoring that draft notice. I had a clear premonition that if I went, I would both kill others and be killed. I was absolutely against killing anyone and certainly did not want to be killed. I considered many options, including Canada and/or applying for conscientious objection status. Divine Intervention surprised everyone in the family when, three days before I was to report for induction, a mail truck came up our driveway on a Sunday morning with a “special delivery” parcel for Thomas J. Burakowski. I signed for it, and my heart started to pound when I saw an acceptance letter from the Peace Corps to serve in Jamaica instead of reporting to the army. There was a phone number to call if I had any issues with the Selective Service concerning my draft status. I had to wait until Monday to call that number, but you can bet that was the first thing I did in the morning. I was accepted into the program, completed the training, and was sent out into the poorest parts of the island working with recently graduated teachers prepared to work in the newly formed Junior Secondary School program.
This experience turned me inside out and upside down, living in a village far from the reality I knew. One of the things I did when I was alone in the evening was write letters home. They were the kind of letters that were meant to entertain. This is where I was similar to Sam Clemens. He wrote a story about not serving in the Confederate Army. His story was based on a real experience in the militia that lasted two weeks, yet it was significantly exaggerated for entertainment value. Soon after writing that story, he began signing his work as Mark Twain. I had a similar pattern in that I wrote about my experience, but I created characters who were a combination of people I met throughout my stay in the country. I loved what I saw, yet felt that the story needed a bit more color to make it worth reading. This was something I did on several occasions. I was creating fiction and passing it off as truth. Well, as the years passed and my spiritual work grew, it became clear that I had created karma, affecting how people viewed me. One of the goals of Sonic Reiki is to recognize these patterns in our lives and release the karma connected by the repetition of this behavior. These repeated patterns are called “fractal times.” We had been seeing for a while that Samuel Clemens’ gravesite would resonate with the work I needed to do to release these patterns. So, when Linda asked about going to Elmira, it was not a complete surprise. We packed a few essentials, some snacks, and some money and hit the road.
It was easy to find the cemetery and his gravesite. Upon arrival, Linda and I were nearly bowled over to find a half-smoked cigar that Mark Twain would have enjoyed balanced on the edge of the tombstone. We stated our Sonic Reiki intents and went through our protocol to be sure we had permission to do our work, and then we “toned”using the sound of our voices to assist in releasing the karmic patterns that I mentioned. The intent is a way of sharply focusing our energy, and when the sound comes from our heart, we create the greatest possibility for transformation. Releasing the karma does not mean that I am complete with that piece of the work. I still have the responsibility to change my pattern of communication. One thing is for sure: one does not desire to create more karma. You can probably
imagine that I have other issues that keep me busy. The work at the gravesite felt energizing and fulfilling. We stated our gratitude for the sacred space and time, knowing that this was a significant step in the right direction on my journey. We left the cemetery and were ready for the next phase of the trip. Can you imagine how it felt to shift out of being wrapped up in my own self-centered artificial reality and letting that go? All to start a new way of communicating.
We took out the trusty new atlas and began searching for the location of the nature sanctuary that was to be nearby. Elmira can be a small, simple town, but we found that this sacred spot we were looking for was not revealing its whereabouts. We drove around and around and got nowhere. “Linda, we need help.” I considered doing a very “un-male“ thing; I would ask for directions. There was a bit of intrigue to our little adventure that day, and it surprised Linda when I pulled into the police station to ask for directions. “Stay here, I’ll be right back”. I walked around to the back of the building, looking for an entrance, when an officer came out, and I simply walked into the door that was slowly closing. Once inside, I walked up to an officer and asked if he could help me find a secluded lane on the map. “What are you doing in here, and how did you get in here?” I explained that I came in as the other officer was going out. He shrugged his shoulders and asked what I was looking for. He had no idea, nor did any of the other officers knew where this place was. Finally, he said another officer had a very sophisticated GPS, and they made a call. When he was told how to get there, it seemed like he couldn't formulate a description on how to get where we intended to go. Again, he shrugged, looked at the others, then back at me, and said, “Follow me.”
Outside, past those special doors, he goes and gets into the cruiser and waves for me to follow. In the meantime, Linda is saying, “What’s going on?” I briefly explain, and off we go. It was as if we had a personal escort through the town and to our sanctuary. We follow him; he even has his lights flashing, taking side streets, over bridges, around the base of a small mountain, and up the hill. He abruptly pulls over and is on the speaker to the station. Something is not right, or so it seems. Then, suddenly, he puts the police car in gear and cranks the wheel to the left and squeals the tires, stones flying, back down the hill, waving me to follow. He slowed down and pointed to the bushes, signaling where to go. He swerves the car back onto the highway and, with a salute, roars down the hill, leaving us to enter the nearly hidden lane in search of our nature sanctuary. (Now remember, I already released the exaggeration and the karma, so I have no intent to create more karma.)
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
Picture this, if you will, two muddy tire tracks, dense foliage on either side, and only the tinniest of a street sign identifying the lane. This spot was ideal for a TV commercial with four-wheel drive vehicles. We don’t have a four-wheel drive anything. We look at each other, and you get it:” Shrug our shoulders” and start into the forest. Now, you won’t believe this any more than we did, but off to the left side of this “lane” is a beautifully polished tractor trailer backed into a parking spot, as if it is resting between trips. The truck was in perfect condition, shiny chrome all over, just parked. This was getting strange. We nodded to each other to muscle-test if we were to continue. We both got a strong yes, and I moved forward, trusting that our car was safe and fully protected. As we moved further down the lane, the forest grew thicker, and we could hear a dog barking off to the right. More dogs and a house tucked into the woods. The dogs were doing a very good job establishing the boundary lines of their property. We just kept moving along slowly. Soon enough, we came to a clearing where we could turn around and park the car if we wished. Again, we muscle tested. Is this the place to do our work? We both got a strong yes!
Before this story goes any deeper into the woods, let me tell you that I can hear you saying, “Why are you going into the woods without knowing more about safety or more preparation?” The best explanation is that it’s a twin flame relationship. It has a mission and a purpose to it. While we are here on Earth, it includes serving and assisting in the healing of Mother Earth and assisting humanity’s evolution. Many people share this mission. This task is part of the Twin Flame relationship, being together for a higher purpose. There are many people around the globe who are genuinely committed to this service in gratitude to Mother Earth for all that we have been given.
There are times when the message comes in clear and (precise channel, if you will), and we respond. That is a bit of the reason we moved forward, into the woods, into the partial sunlight, into the deep center of the nature sanctuary. Of course, we muscle-tested everything.
We rummaged around in the car and found our clipboards with the long list of intentions we planned to do while in the woods. Walking about a little, we found the perfect spot to stand and tone our voices into the wooded sanctuary. There were at least two pages of intents, and we worked on them one at a time. We followed our protocol, allowing us to state our intents and send energy to them. Then we aligned our hearts to the intents “since energy follows intents “. We had the goal to manifest healing and express the gratitude we felt to Mother Earth. One intent at a time, we gently and lovingly toned our gratefulness to Mother Earth. Some of the intents were to transmute the pollution in the air and water and to restore peace to the sanctuary.
Many of times when l tone, I close my eyes to focus on how I feel and to see more intuitively. It’s interesting to see more with my eyes closed than with them open. I can stand there, hands apart, eyes closed, toning a sound that I have no idea what will come out of our mouths. It is strictly from the heart. We intend to be the peace we intend for Mother Earth. It is sound and tone that is totally “in the moment”. We trust the tones and even allow ourselves to shape the sound with our hands. It is possible to move the vibration of the sound, blending the two voices, shaping, weaving, circulating, and projecting the sound from our hearts out to the forest. When we have our eyes closed, we often feel the reverberations internally and simultaneously see quite profound visions. We came close to finishing the long list when Linda and I seemed to open our eyes simultaneously while still toning. Right before our eyes, in the center of a clearing in the dense wooded area, was the most majestic deer we had ever seen. It stood there, facing us the whole time we toned. Talk about making eye contact. It was as if the majestic deer was saying, “You have my full attention”. We both continued the tone, gently and lovingly.
When the tone was finished, he walked off in a regal manner as if he were the king of the land. We finished with all the pages now. What an experience! We bowed in reverence to the sacred site and headed back to the car.
The exit from the forest was effortless. As soon as we began down the hill, in the same direction as the police officer, we started to talk about what had just happened. I finally said to Linda, “ Wasn’t that the most majestic rack of antlers that you have ever seen anywhere?” “What antlers ?” she said. “That was the most majestic female deer she had ever seen, " which did not have antlers. What is going on here? We continued to drive down the hill, trying to understand what had just happened. Then we just had to pull over because our experiences were so profound that we had to understand and make sense of it all. We were both sure of what we had seen. We reflected for a long time and concluded that the Spirit of the Forest revealed Itself to us in the form of the Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine.
We felt at that moment that we had experienced Heaven on earth. Divine Oneness was the perfect balance between man, woman, nature, animal kingdom, and queendom all folded into one in Divine Time and Divine Space. I believe wholeheartedly that the tool of muscle testing is the keystone to my transformation. I am so grateful to have learned this access to my inner truth. I felt so thankful to Linda for the clarity and purity of her channel directing us there. I thank the higher self of the police officer who escorted us to that sanctuary and sacred site. This was one of my earliest experiences of shifting from my self-centeredness to being aligned to my higher purpose as a “centered self”. May we all continue aligning ourselves to our Divine Mission, Purpose, and Path for the highest possible reality. By the way, does it seem to you like it does to me that the driver of that tractor-trailer truck must be some very inspired person to realize that he or she could do all that driving and “recharge their battery” in such a sacred place? The only other thing to do was to see if that Mexican restaurant on the way home was still as good as last time. Let’s see!
NOTE: Each month we will be adding a new adventure or lesson for the Twin Flame, so come back and tune in, it just might give you a gift!