I fell in love with Steve when I was only 8 years old. There was a little catch though – we had never met and I didn’t even know his name. Instead, I fell in love with the prophecy of him, then waited almost 50 years for him to find me.
A lot was happening in our family during my 8th year of life. Some was good like the birth of my cool little brother and some was frightening as my mom’s health problems began and my dad started toying with the idea of a career change. Emotions were running high and as the oldest child, I was often in the crossfire. Things felt unstable and scary. Nightmares filled my nights and nightmarish imaginings filled my days.
Then I had a dream. In it our elementary principle called me to her office, something that had never happened in “real life.” She motioned me into the room and pointed to the chairs across from her desk. I sat and she closed the door. Only then could I see the beautiful man seated against the other wall. He was silver-haired and handsome, calming and welcoming, exuding peace and radiating love. I had never seen anyone like him.
He began speaking, quietly explaining much that had been troubling my child’s heart. He said he was my true father and that my true mother had died, so he had sent me to live with this family until ours could be reunited.
Finally he said “And you will meet a brother who is not your brother, but who will be your soul’s twin.”
None of it made sense, yet it was perfectly comforting. As the roller coaster of life’s learning curve continued for the next 50 years, the vision of this dream would often console and soothe.
From birth, I had sensed the presence of Another who was both me and not me, a male who was part of me, but not in my life. I yearned for that love and approached every guy I met with the (usually unspoken) question, “Are you my soulmate?”
But being a great girlfriend wasn’t in my cards. Without a safe loving home environment, other needs drove my choices. I would jump into relationships quickly, desperately seeking any kind of love, then just as quickly lose patience when it became clear that this poor chap was yet another who was not The One. And yes, there was a tendency to create the same relationship over and over.
Since I had also not given up on someday feeling loved by my human family, my first 30+ years were a valiant effort to mold myself to their expectations. So I married my proper college boyfriend, yet despite having two beautiful children, a lovely home, nice cars, and a successful business, my soul was empty and starving.
Finally, I left that very suitable marriage and began a 15-year turbo spiritual quest. Those were my alchemy years. Then one day after lots of work on myself and kissing a few more toads, my beloved appeared as if by magic.
Though we had previously lived in the same town at the same time, we never met. We were traveling in different circles back then, each of us working on ourselves in our own ways in fits and starts. But thanks to that once-shared geography, we had gathered a circle of mutual Facebook friends, seeing each other’s posts and interactions. He friended me. We exchanged comments and struck up a message conversation.
Then came the first date – lunch. I walked into the restaurant, he stood up, and my soul immediately said, “Ah, it’s you” before either of us even spoke a word. It was just that quick.
Over the next three weeks, as he drove nearly two hours each way to see me, we discovered a wealth of similarities. We shared Metatron as our guardian angel. Our list of mutual interests was long and our spiritual natures were in sync. We were Seekers. We were curious. We were beloveds of the highest order.
Three weeks after that first date we were engaged. Seven months later, we married.
Almost from the beginning, we were bombarded with questions – How did you find your soulmate? How did you know he/she is The One? And on and on. Noodling on those questions blossomed into a personal blog exploring the topic of soulmates which quickly morphed into the Soulmate Dance project. Not only had we found each other, we had found our mission, the way we are meant to serve. Sometimes we’ll be writing, sometimes we’ll be sharing what others write. But always, we will be living the Soulmate Dance.
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Anne Wade is the founder and publisher of The Soulmate Dance. She is a writer, educator, life coach, and lifelong student of soulmate relationships, devoted to expanding our understanding of all types of soulmate relationships and experiences.