My Twin Flame and I hooked up in April of 2010. She had flown out from the West Coast and met up with me in Florida. She drove up in the latest model, black Camero, at a hotel we had agreed to meet at. She unloaded her luggage and disappeared into the hotel. To make a long story short, it was a glorious time. Two souls who hadn't seen each other for eons were meeting each other. Of course there was a certain amount of nervousness but that quickly melted away within minutes. We spent the next 3 days together, talking around the clock. It was prime time, quality time. It was a celebration of sorts and we made the very best of it.
Somewhere in those 3 days we decided to make it happen. There were no what ifs No hesitation with our thoughts. It wasn't even an issue. So it was decided that we would merge our campfires together. Campfires being her campfire and my campfire and merge them together to make one campfire. An act from the "Template of Oneness" and not from the Template of Duality.
In the Template of Duality, a campfire of one individual would be starved of tending it and would eventually go out, and thus compromise the relationship from the start. Eventually many different kinds of problems would arise because of lack of that campfire that was allowed to be starved. The light is gone, so a mass search would begin to find it once more. Look around, as many cheat, do drugs to mask their suffering to have their campfire back. And then all the other issues that spring out of more suffering issues, compounding the whole situation into chaos.
So anyways, she flew back to the West Coast and then drove back to Florida. From Florida we drove north somewhere and searched for a place to rent. It was a 3 week ordeal where we either stayed at a motel or at a campground. Call it a honey moon, because we were already married so long ago.
So we hit our first campground for a night's stay. The campground was a beautiful place surrounded on 3 sides by a trout bearing river near the Blue Ridge mountains. We bought a bundle of firewood and picked a nice spot right by the river. Setting up camp was a breeze and only took 30 minutes to accomplish. We then decided to make some coffee and then relax. So I went to work on the building of a campfire.
This was an area I had always managed to excel at. I taught wilderness survival classes, grew up cutting and splitting wood, 2 wood stoves to feed during Winter, and so on. So I went and lit this campfire and guess what? It went out! Yep. So I started it up again and it went out. It took several attempts and finally I was able to get something started. So I grabbed a lid off of one of our storage boxes. I started to flap the lid to provide more oxygen. I kept on flapping. An hour goes by then another hour goes by and all I am doing is flapping my ass off. The wood we bought was wet and I could not go into the forest across the river to get better wood as the river was cold and to deep. So I flapped some more and my Twin Flame, although she wanted her coffee, was laughing her butt off. Well the coffee finally came but you have to add another 3 hours of flapping. I was worn out.
On one final note the coffee she made was the best I have ever had when I could get a sip of it. The coffee cup kept going up and down. Don't know why??????
The moral of this story is if you find yourself flapping in the wind, buy some dry wood. She still finds this event very funny. Now I carry some fuel just in case.