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three demonstrations of my soul's connection to claire

as i have said,

i do not always understand where my writing is coming from.

i have these experiences where i feel as though some force has taken control over me, and i obey this force, and i want to obey this force, because what this force feels like is a stronger more animated more enlightened version of me.

until now i have wondered: what is this force?

now i feel as though i know: this force is the product of the union of my soul to claire’s.

there are at least three examples of this kind of writing,

all linked to claire:

john carlisle iii,

“love is a feeling that arises when,”

and “detail: the only reality.”

i feel very strongly that claire and i wrote these three pieces together,

or that she wrote these pieces and channeled her thoughts through me,

or some mysterious combination of all of this,

as though these writings are a manifestation of us, working together, somehow.

as i have said, we have the same soul, which seems to neatly explain the mystery.

for a complete description of my experiences with these writings,

listen to the audio 🩷

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exhibit a: john carlisle iii

exhibit b: “love is a feeling that arises when”

love is a feeling that arises when - by eloise-hypatia

love is when her skin touches mine and i am looking into the lights that are shining in the sky

love is when i look into her sparkling eyes and i see the true reality

love is when i realize:

there is nothing inside my soul i wouldn’t tell her

love is when i have this sense: relationships don’t matter. marriage doesn’t matter. the future doesn’t matter. love will turn me into a nihilist: love will remind me of my own oblivion. love will reassure me that i don’t care what happens to me anymore because i am so happy: for her.

whether i kiss her: doesn’t matter. whether she wants to marry me: doesn’t matter. whether there’s any hope of even going on a date: doesn’t matter.

what matters: the microsecond when her skin touches mine.

what matters: sitting fifteen feet away from her.

when her skin touches mine for a fraction of a microsecond,

i am reminded of one simple fact:

i cannot honestly look anyone else in the face and say,

“you are the one for me.”

when she’s sitting fifteen feet away from me,

she’s the only person there.

no matter who i meet, no matter what i do, no matter where i am, she will be in the back of my mind.

love is a feeling that arises when she enters into my mind.

exhibit c: detail — the only reality

i was struck with this thought, and recorded the words as they flowed into my mind:

then, finally,

that same night,

I pushed deeper into detail:

and declared my love for Claire

a love from which I have not wavered since