The Man Who Thought I Was Taken for 2 Years — And Almost Missed Everything (And Still Did...)

A story about divine timing, ex-drama (both toxic feminine and masculine), and holding your fire when the connection is real but life gets messy—really messy.

Be careful what you wish for. Your thoughts, feelings, emotions, and frequency hold more power than you realise…

Over 20 years ago, my late brother first told me about Soul Mate and Twin Flame dynamics, as well as karmic ones too. But, this blog is focusing on my Twin Flame. When he spoke those words to me as a teenager, something in my soul knew: I wanted and needed that experience. Even back then, I was addicted to growth, impact, and expansion.

I’d been hoping and waiting for this kind of experience for years. In February 2025, as I was closing a 9-year cycle, I felt done being single. I loved my freedom, yes—but I was ready to do life with my Mr. Right, I was ready to step more into my divine feminine energy and receive my divine masculine man. To travel, to live fully, and to enter this new cycle as clear and intentional as possible. I was ready to build and receive my best life yet.

One day, flicking through IG stories, an advert popped up. A psychic drawing of your soulmate. Something took over me. I clicked. Then I saw the option to upgrade to the Twin Flame version. You know I wasn’t going to stop there. I went all in—recklessly spending nearly £200 on a complete stranger to draw my Twin Flame. When the image came through, it hit me like a lightning bolt. This wasn’t just a man. This was an activation.

The soulmate sketch? Nothing. But the Twin Flame sketch? It cracked something open in me. I felt an activation shoot through my energy centers and into the quantum field. I KNEW I had summoned a new timeline. I stared at him for weeks. Felt into it. Anchored it. Then I let it go—but I declared I would meet him this year and marry in 2026.

But this wasn’t just a man. And it wasn’t just heartbreak. I had unknowingly called in a full-blown soul exorcism.

Just weeks earlier, I had asked the Universe to break me open if that’s what it would take to receive the next level of love and embodiment. I meant it.

And the Universe delivered.

A fox bite on my left hand, 2 other injuries in the same week on my left side; something was sending me messages and I was receiving them, then my left shoulder flared up… Okay, universe, I hear you, I am listening, what do you need me to do? I needed to feel into my divine feminine energy more.
Unbeknown to me I was given a brutal course of antibiotics (co-amoxiclav; with no warning, that they are like drinking bleach; no wonder I felt beyond shit!) that wrecked my gut. My iron levels were already tanked. Insomnia crept in, crying, purging. Nearly ended up in A&E.

Then came the stillness. The visions. The downloads. Flash-forwards of potential timelines. High-frequency channeling. And the knowing: I had become a portal. This was unlike anything I’d ever known. At 2am, 3am, 5am—I would cry, listen to music, transmute energy, reclaim pieces of myself. It was a rebirth. A reckoning.

I wasn’t dying. I was shedding. But it felt like I was dying, because parts of me were.

And through it all, something emerged: A woman who wasn’t trying to be magnetic. She just was. Because she finally stopped resisting her own fire.

We met 2 years ago—22.5.23. He didn’t tell me how he felt until 11.5.25. Divine numbers!

From day one, something clicked. And yes—chaos. He was charismatic, funny, chaotic, grounded, and ungrounded all at once. At first, I thought he was married, so I shut it down. Months ago I wore a ring to ward off attention. He assumed I was taken and never asked. For two years, we orbited each other.

He’d notice the smallest things. Like the ring. Once, in his bold extroverted way, he shouted across the depot, "Elisha! Did you get engaged?!" I laughed. But deep down? I felt it. He saw me.

When we finally connected properly, everything aligned. He said he’d been nervous around me for two years. Said I was his dream woman. Said he was present, happy, and not going anywhere.

Then he bailed.

Textbook twin flame.

The emotional intimacy cracked him open. His past, his kids, his ex, his chaos—all surged forward. And like that, he was gone. But not before awakening something I thought I’d lost:

My power. My fire.

The part of me that collapsed when my brother died. The life force I believed I wasn’t allowed to fully claim. It’s back. Slowly. Fiercely. Unstoppable. Unapologetic.

Six days after he left, I sent him this:

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m in this for the long haul—whatever that looks like, whenever that becomes clear. I said I wanted to take it slow, and I meant it. I had my initiation last week—now you’re in yours.
You’ve been a light in mine, and I’ll be that light at the end of your tunnel too, if and when you need it.

I completely understand where you’re at. Go fight for what’s right, for yourself, and for your kids. They need you.

You held space for me when I was in my time of need. Now I hold space for you in yours.

Go do what you need to do to find your balance and your peace.
You deserve that.
You deserve love, happiness, and freedom—and maybe one day, I’ll be the one you share that with.

Two years ago, I too felt something when we met that day.
You felt like the best friend I’ve been looking for.
I’m not about to let that just disappear into the ether, never to be properly explored.

It’s taken us two years to get here, if it takes another two to get to our dream, I’m all in.

You once said to me:

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going after anyone else, I’m happy and I’m present—as much or as little as you like. I’m going to be that pole we discussed and just be there if you need me.”

I’ve never forgotten that and I never will.
And now, I offer that same steady ground to you.
Let me be your maypole—anchored, clear, and here.
No pressure. No chaos. Just peace. 
Just presence in the storm, if and when you need it.

“Let me be your Queen, who awaits her King while he goes out to battle.”

I’ll still be around in the capacity of a friend if you need me.
No pressure. No expectation.

I’m not going to tell you what to do.
But from one soul to another—don’t ever stop fighting for what your heart and soul truly want.
Life gets messy. But true love is rare.
That’s all I’ll say. 

No need to reply. Just let it land. 

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

P.S. I want to keep this next stage as light and fun as possible, so if you want to see me—you know where I’ll be on Sundays. I personally, would love to see you. 

Let me be your girl 🥰 xxx”

I held the door open. Offered friendship or forever. Queen vibes only. No chasing. No chaos.

Whether he returns or not? That’s not the point. I have.

I’ve returned to me.

No more waiting to be chosen. No more offering my body to anyone who hasn’t earned it with soul-level devotion. I’m not a maybe. I’m a Queen.

I’m not here for situationships, girlfriends-for-a-bit, or "see how it goes." I’m here for sacred union.

This experience hurt. It cracked me open. But, it also gave me clarity: I want marriage. A barefoot-in-the-grass, bohemian-dress kind of vibe of a sacred union wedding. And if he can’t hold me? I’ll hold myself.

Because I’m not here to be cute and palatable. I’m here to be a fucking catalyst.

I still hope there’s a sequel to this story—a lifelong one. But, I’m also bracing myself that this might have been a one-time initiation. And yes, that makes me sad and that’s okay.
Because my King is out there—ready to receive all of me.

Until next time… ask yourself: “Where am I abandoning myself in this situation?”



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