Within Us

Leantus Thomas

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Have you ever experienced a connection so deep that words can't describe it? A love that defies all logic, a love that awakens your soul?
This is a raw true story of self discovery, an unfiltered journey of a unique and complex love. A love which defies all logic. The uncovering of the deepest existing soul connection and destined path which leads to an accelerated and intense spiritual awakening. A beautiful revelation of purpose and ultimately the map to unconditional love of self and others. A rocky road of transformation, growth and the mastery of overcoming fear and transmuting darkness into light. A walk home.

Sujets

• Soulmate
• Spiritual
• Self-help

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• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 10 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765243039
• Langue: English

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Within Us
A TWIN FLAME JOURNEY
 
 
 
 
 
LEANTUS THOMAS
 
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2023 Leantus Thomas.
 
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ISBN: 979-8-7652-4302-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4303-9 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023911211
 
Balboa Press rev. date:  07/25/2023
CONTENTS
Introduction Page
Chapter 1Childhood
Chapter 2Us
Chapter 3Grief
Chapter 4Angela
Chapter 5Connectedness
Chapter 6Sara
Chapter 7The detours
Chapter 8My dreams
Chapter 9Angel numbers
Chapter 10Manola
Chapter 11Chakras
Chapter 12The work
Chapter 13Tarot, oracle decks and starseeds
Chapter 14Steffi
Chapter 15The different stages of hope
Chapter 16Naddel
Chapter 17The mess
Chapter 18Nadine
Chapter 19Messages
Chapter 20Akashic records
Chapter 21Accountability
Chapter 22Calling
Chapter 23Steph
Chapter 24Acceptance
Chapter 25The previous relationships
Chapter 26Honesty
Chapter 27823
Chapter 28Healing is not perfection
Chapter 29Twin Flame Journey
Chapter 30The dream
Chapter 31Synchronicity
Chapter 32Inner child
Chapter 33Chaser and runner energy
Chapter 34Trust
Chapter 35Shedding
Chapter 36Union?
Chapter 37Money and keys
Chapter 38Gratitude
Chapter 39Obstacles or hidden blessings
Chapter 40Consciousness
Chapter 41Cosmic memory awakening
Chapter 42Enlightenment
Chapter 43Anger and Jealousy
Chapter 44Another round
Chapter 45WTF
Chapter 46Knowledge
Chapter 47Energy shift
Chapter 48Questions
Chapter 49Unconditional love
Chapter 50Surrender and Trust
Chapter 51Letting go and Surrender
Chapter 5211:11
Chapter 53Truth
Chapter 54Compassion
Chapter 55Third parties (Karmic relationships)
Chapter 56The core wound
Chapter 573D vs 5D
Chapter 58Divine counterparts
Chapter 59Snakes and turtles
Chapter 60Overview
Chapter 61Love vs Fear
Chapter 62Balancing energies
Chapter 63Soul song
Chapter 64Encouragement
Thank you
About the Author
INTRODUCTION PAGE
My name is Leantus Thomas (everyone knows me as Lilly), daughter to Jannette and Clatus, mother to Jahlilia, Philina, and Kimani, sister to Ashby, Gatsby, Nicole and Ato, divine feminine, twin flame to Anthony. I am 42 years old and this is a book/journal on my twin flame journey, my spiritual awakening. It is my raw truth on all levels and my hope and intention is that my experiences, pain, struggles and victories will help and encourage others to go deep within themselves, to be brave enough to do the uncomfortable work, heal and discover their own light.
CHAPTER 1 Childhood
I have always known that there is something bigger to life than what we see on the surface. I never had words for it but I always felt it. Ever since I was a little girl I questioned what they told us. The rules that we were told to follow, the restrictions to be obeyed and the sexist differences which were to be honoured and respected. Born on the caribbean island of Trinidad, living with my mom and four siblings, I grew up learning a lot about what a girl shouldn’t do. We lived in an apartment complex. We had four rooms, the girls room which my sister and I shared, the boys room where my three brothers slept, my moms room and our living room. We were on the 4 th floor, the top floor. The view from our balcony was quite nice, overlooking some nice houses, the mountains to the right and a far view to see lots of stars and beautiful sunsets. On Sundays my mom would braid my sisters and my hair for the upcoming school week. My brothers were allowed to go downstairs and play ball or pitch marbles. My sister and I had to stay inside because outside was no place for us girls. This was all very confusing for me growing up, I didn’t accept those rules easily, it never made sense to me but as we all know what we hear and see growing up “nourishes” us, definitely molds and shapes you in one way or another, if you like it or not. I now understand why my mom was so afraid all the time. She endured some heavy traumatic experiences growing up and did her best to protect us from the same. Her experiences are not my story to tell but I will say that as an adult knowing what I know, understanding the weight she has been carrying all her life and still being able to give us love and provide for all five of us mainly on her own, she is a superhero. My mother had a difficult time with me always flowing against the stream and speaking my mind. This was of course viewed as being rude and disrespectful. I want to believe that I balanced it out with my loving nature. As I sit here in my bed with my beautiful son sleeping beside me, breathing heavily as he always does, I feel so much gratitude for life, for this moment when my journey of writing these lines takes a first breath.
December, 8 1988
Leaving Trinidad at the age of 7 to live in New York is a very memorable time of my journey. My daddy gave me a mustard yellow suitcase with my initials in huge bright red tape on the front to ensure I don’t miss it at baggage claim. I flew with a friend of his who then brought me to my grandmother’s apartment where I was to meet my dad. He didn’t Take the day off work to pick me up from the airport, he never took a day off work no matter what. My earliest memory of my daddy was him teaching me how to properly make a bed. I still think of it every morning, well most mornings when I make my bed. I remember imagining what life in NY would be like. I have always been a big dreamer, still am. In my mind NY was magical and I would fit right in. To my big surprise it was nothing close to magical, at least not to my understanding at the time of what magic is. The memory that best describes that part of my life was when I saw snow for the very first time. I was so excited to go outside and feel the snow flakes on my face. I put layers of clothes on to prepare myself for some outside fun in the snow, ran downstairs towards the apartment building door only to have to stop at the door due to a loud noise which I didn’t understand at first. Other children from the neighbourhood got outside before I did and decided to have a snow fight. Instead of just using snow to make snow balls they made snow balls with stones in the middle. This created the horrible noise agiánst the door and so I could only watch the snow from inside and was unable to go outside and play in the snow and have my magical moment as I had always imagined it. That pretty much sums up the Brooklyn experience, wonderful possibilities with a large portion of harsh reality. My mom and sister soon moved to NY as well and we then lived in a small two room apartment, sharing the space with my dads cousin and her daughter. My mom who was barely home because she worked three jobs to make ends meet for both our lives in NY and for my brothers, my aunty and her three sons back home in Trinidad who solely depended on her income. She would precook for the entire week for my sister and I and return home for weekends. When she was home she listened to Luther Vandross, Micheal Bolton and Anita Baker. I loved their music, I can still sing every song. Love was and still is my favourite topic. I still listen to love songs all the time my mom no longer does though, I wonder if that means she has given up on love, romantic love I should say. My parents slept in the living room and my sister and I shared the other room with my dads cousin and her daughter. The tight living space didn’t bother me, what bothered me was the way my sister and my cousin treated me. They bonded over teasing me, making me feel uncomfortable and excluded. The first time I ever saw red, as I refer to it, was when my sister was teasing me about my ears in front of a boy I liked. My sister, cousin, 3 boys and I had decided to skip school and hang out at our place. She started calling me names and everyone laughed. I lost it, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, she ran into the bathroom and shut the door. I was so angry and hurt that I stabbed at the door with all my strength. I remember it so clearly, i