SOULMATES

By Joe Bailey Guerrero

 
 
 
“I believe in soulmates. I believe that there are people in this world that are meant to meet over and over again, one lifetime after another.” 

Joe Bailey Guerrero

Journal Entry 3/24/1998
 
 
 

I was fortunate enough to be able to meet one of my soulmates. She was like me, also a psychic. We were drawn to each other, our energies mixing and blending. One could say that it was “cosmic”. One time we were talking and she asked me why we were given the chance to meet in this lifetime? It was funny because I was thinking of the same question when she brought it up. We then asked each other the question “What do you think our relationship was in our past life”. As we asked that question visions and images started coming into our heads. We slowly took turns describing what we saw and felt.

 

“I see a log cabin near a lake with a snow capped mountain close by” I said.

She replied “Oh my God! I see the same thing. What’s the country”?

“I can’t say. Somewhere in Europe, European.” I answered.

“Right!” she agreed.

“Oh my! We’re married aren’t we?” she added.

“Is that a bad thing?”  I said jokingly.

 

We took turns describing the house and everything inside it. Every detail that we mentioned the other confirmed. We described the layout of the house and furniture. Everything we described was exactly what the other saw. 

 

Then she said, “I see you coming. You’re a big man with gentle eyes. Eyes filled with sorrow. As if you bear a burden that you cannot escape.”

As she described me, I saw her behind the cabin looking at me, “I see you too. I see you wearing a brown dress and an apron. You approach me and greet me with a smiling face and gently kiss me on the cheek. I help you with the pail that you’re holding.”

“I know. I also know that you have something to tell me. Something that will hurt me.” she said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry” I said I started feeling my heart pounding and my hands start trembling.

 

As we slowly pieced together our story as one would piece together a jigsaw puzzle both of us adding a piece at a time. We realized that we were married for about eight months in that time and I was to leave. I was to go on a hunt for a man. She knew that I had to go for I had no other choice. The task that I was to do would greatly help us with for there was a reward. 

 

As I left her at the cabin and started to walk away she said, “I’m so sad. I don’t want you to see me crying. I’m going to keep on waving to you as long as I can see you and I’m going to wait for you to come back. How I wish you won’t go. I have a bad feeling that you won’t come back to me”.

 

I paused for a while as I contemplated her words. I said “I can see you waving from the doorway and I wish that I didn’t have to go. But I have no choice. Wait! I have a letter in my bag. I open it as soon as I can’t see you. I read it and it tells me you love me and that you promise to wait for me and… that you’re pregnant”. 

 

I was a bit stunned for a while. I couldn’t say anything. A sudden surge of emotions hit me. It was a combination of joy, anger, fear, and overwhelming sadness. I could hear her sigh. Then she started to cry. She was feeling the same emotions that I was feeling.

 

After a few minutes of silence I said, “I could see a date on the paper. Its says February 19, 18… I can’t make out the last 2 numbers. The rain wet it.”

I can see it she said, “February 19, 1888”.

 

Again we were quiet. Then we finished the story. I get killed during the hunt. I get stabbed in the chest and as she tells me about it I feel a sudden pain in my chest. I tell her that I was stabbed on the left side of my chest because that was were I felt the pain and she agrees. I tell her that she waits for me knowing that I was never to come back. 

 

“How sad” she said “Maybe this time it could be different”.

“Maybe” I said.

 

We said our good byes to each other that night, promising to see each other again the next day. When I was all alone I felt curious about the date February 19, 1888. I went through my journal and sure enough I found the answer, the day that I first talked to her was February 19, 1998. Exactly one hundred years later, we met again. The day I left her was the day we found each other again. 

 
 
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