MAIL ORDER BRIDE: ARISTOCRAT: The Duke’s Engagement (Historical Victorian Duke Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (51 page)

Towards the end of the festival there was a day where my friends had bought tickets for a different venue than I had, so I was going to my party alone. I was totally fine with this and was actually looking forward to being able to talk to people freely.  

The party I was going to was a rooftop pool party and it was taking place during the day and until 11 pm.  I had wanted to get there during the day but for some reason I couldn't get myself together fast enough to make it early in the day. It was as if I was in slow motion or something.

Once I did get fully dressed, I started to sense something special was going to happen.  So I exited my condo and right when I closed the door it began to storm and rain poured down. The sky was a dark gray and the wind was whipping the palm trees and debris around. I immediately walked quickly back into my condo to wait it out.

Now, I would assume that most people would be upset and disappointed by this circumstance, but I absolutely KNEW that it was the universe working its magic again to set me up at the right place at the right time.  I don't know how I knew but I can only explain it as an overwhelming sense of knowing that engulfed my whole being right when it started raining as I tried to leave.  It overtook me and I laughed out loud because I knew I was being rerouted back inside.  Also, there was this energy in the air outside, from the storm I think, that was really magical. It felt like an electrical static energy in the air.

So, I waited out the worst of the storm for about a half an hour. Tropical storms come and go quickly. Anyway, I left my place again and it was around 6:30 pm so it was still daylight but somewhat dark out because of the clouds. There was still an amazing buzz in the air even though people were appearing to freak out because of the wild wind and the possibilities of rain at any moment. Women were running down the street making sure their hair didn't get messed up in the wind, as it was flying around above their heads.

I excitedly walked to my destination, which was supposed to be a few blocks from my condo according to the Google directions.  It led me to Dream Nightclub. I tried to open the huge wooden doors but they were locked, so I went next door to ask the front desk people if they knew where the party was that I was looking for. They told me that a few people had made the same mistake and that I wanted Dream Hotel, not Dream Nightclub. I asked them what the address was and they told me it was 1111 Collins.  My mouth dropped as I heard the address. The number “1111” is a highly spiritual number and it means you are manifesting quickly. I always see 1:11 or 11:11 as a sign. And the name of the hotel was DREAM Hotel!  It was a clear indication that my intuition was right, and if that weren't enough, right at that moment, as the clerk was speaking to me, I heard a whole group of my guides talking at once very loud. I hadn't been able to tap into hearing them probably since the Marco experience, and here they were again. I didn't know what they were saying but it was as if they were having a meeting about me or something. I basically told them, telepathically, that I knew I was going to meet this special person that night. They then got even louder like they were validating me.

From that moment and up until I reached the hotel, it was like I literally was outside of and above my body watching myself being directed, on a wild goose chase by the universe, to reach the Dream Hotel at a specific time. It was a distance away but I was determined to just walk quickly there. On the way, it would rain all of the sudden and I would duck into stores until it stopped. One of the stores that I ended up running into was a CRYSTAL shop of all places! This was a beautiful non-coincidence because I love crystals and use them when I do healings on others. I held a few of them and my hands and arms were buzzing with energy.

As I left the store with my hands and arms buzzing, with my guides having a meeting in my ear, and this eager anticipation to get to my destination, the wind was thrashing everything about.  My psychic intuition was on fire!  This was the FIRST time that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was on my way to meet a soul-mate.

I recognized I was running the soul-mate energy that I had described earlier. Whenever I run it, I feel like I'm glowing and am sending out an intense vibration. People were sensing something as I walked down the street because they all were smiling at me, guys and girls. It's simply a VERY positive energy radiation that I think people can't quite put their finger on.

Anyway, I finally reached the hotel practically out of breath from almost running all of the way down Collins Avenue. It started to rain heavily right when I entered the building and jumped into the elevator with a couple who ran in with me. They were yelling at each other because apparently the girl had taken them to Dream Nightclub first because that's what the directions said. It was another funny non-coincidence.

When I got to the rooftop, I was surprised there were still people scattered about since it had rained on and off the entire day.  I immediately ran into a few people I knew from a previous party during the week and I met a girl in the ladies’ room who invited me to come and drink in her booth with her friends. I couldn't even get to where the majority of the people were because I was being pulled in different directions by people. I knew this was still the universe orchestrating the right timing. It was all surreal.

Eventually, by the time the sun had gone down, I made it to where the DJ was playing. The energy of the crowd was magical in itself, I think because of that buzzing energy in the air from the on and off storm. Everyone was smiling and very friendly as they all danced and enjoyed the music. I was up front enjoying myself as well and then I started to become curious where the guy was that I was supposed to meet. Up until that point I had let the universe guide me around but for some reason, I decided to look around me to see where this guy was. I looked behind me to the left. Nothing...I looked behind me to the right and there he was!  I was not shocked in any way but was excited to see him.  I recognized him immediately as knowing him before. Not in this lifetime but from another time and place, for sure from our time on the other side.  I knew his essence so well.  He was very tall with olive skin, brown eyes and hair. He was very cute, too, but I was more interested in reconnecting with his energy again.  

I made eye contact with him a few times and he smiled at me. We naturally ended up next to each other, introducing ourselves. His name was Solteri and he was of Greek descent. I wanted to give him a big hug and tell him that it had been a long time and it was so nice to see him again (haha).  Of course, I knew that most others aren't able to tune into the intuition, so I didn't say anything like that. I could also tell he didn't sense what I could even though he seemed really drawn to me. I do think that I said something about being compelled to talk to him though.

A few minutes after we started talking, it began raining again so he grabbed my hand and we ran to find shelter on the rooftop. We kept changing directions because there didn't seem to be any coverings anywhere. Then we ran across the rooftop bridge that led to the elevator because it had a little indoor area next to the elevator. It was so romantic and almost like a movie, running in the rain, hand in hand with someone you had just met.  

We ended up alone in this little room except for the lady manning the elevator.  The topic of soul-mates came up because I think in my ‘electric’ state I said something to him about how I had to meet him, just like I was drawn to meet soul-mates I'd had in the past. I didn't tell him that I knew he was one too, because I didn't want him to think I was nuts.  Because of what I was saying, he kept probing me to tell him what a soul-mate experience was like because he'd never had one before. I tried to be brief in my description because those were past experiences and they weren't important, but he was so inquisitive and fascinated about it that I kept explaining what the experience felt like. The ironic part was that this whole time I was thinking, "He doesn't even know he's a soul-mate of mine and he is about to experience this with me!"  I was laughing inside because I knew what he was about to experience.

Then we got on the subject of how I do energy healings because of my first encounter with my first soul-mate.  He asked me if I could heal his head injury that occurred while playing professional soccer. I told him that I could do one at another time. Anyway, the lady manning the elevator, who had been silent the whole time, chimed in and said that she was a healer, too, and had healed her father of cancer. It was such a synchronistic moment and we looked at each other in surprise. The entire night was one thing after another, lining up as it was supposed to.

The rain stopped again and we went back to the party for a while, the whole time holding hands as he introduced me to his friends and we enjoyed the DJ.  We ended up kissing by the bridge and for some reason we both decided to leave the party to be alone. It was like an adventure because we didn't have anywhere in mind to go. We just headed down to the ground level and were walking on the Main Street. The energy was really intense and we were holding each other tightly and every few steps we would stop to kiss passionately. By passionately, I mean transferring energy by locking our lips together.  He kept looking at me like he couldn't believe this was happening to him, even though I had just explained it all to him by the elevator.  He had a look of surrendering to the feeling and allowing himself to get swept away in it. It was like a magical dream because even though the rain had stopped, there were these HUGE drops of rain randomly falling from the sky, all spread out maybe about two feet apart from each other. These drops were hitting us sporadically on our eyelids and on our faces, as we kissed and embraced each other. People were walking by us and we were in a world of our own.  This continued as we walked at least a mile down Collins. It was so beautiful as we smiled and connected on that soul level.

We ended up walking around South Beach by the stores, totally content with nowhere to go, and eventually ended up at my place for a while with my friends who were there already.  The friends who were visiting my roommate were all from Toronto, Canada just like Solteri. NOT a coincidence (haha).  Eventually, I walked him out because we both had plans in the morning and there didn't seem to be a place to go without being surrounded by people.

We ended up standing on the sidewalk saying good-bye for about an hour, just holding and kissing each other. He kept saying that he didn't want to leave me, so we said we would try to see each other before he left the day after.

This is a brief testimonial from my roommate:

“We were listening to music and hanging out when Natalie came in after Solteri left. She was absolutely glowing, her eyes were wide and she had the biggest smile on her face. She was literally shaking as she told me the story of how she met her soulmate. She was so excited and was giving off so much energy. Whether you believe in soulmates or not, you could tell something amazing had happened to her. Even though I had only known Natalie briefly, I could tell she was not the type of person who blindly falls in love and throws herself at the first person who shows interest in her. I could really see and feel what she had previously told me about soulmates come to life.”

Numerous attempts were made on both of our parts to meet up but we both had tickets for certain parties already and plans to go places with friends. Nothing lined up to where we could meet up, so sadly he left without saying goodbye in person.  He did tell me how he truly had the most magical night in the rain with me and that he would try to arrange to come visit me sometime. Because he lived in Canada, I knew that we would never see each other again, but I was fine with that because it was such a beautiful experience and I was grateful for receiving it.  Naturally, I had no expectations or attachment to any outcome because I knew better to just enjoy the moment, and if something is meant to be, then it will be.  

We stayed in touch briefly after our time together, but it never went further.  

~Afterword~

To my surprise, a year after the last contact with Patrick that I spoke about in Chapter One, I received a message from Sonja, Patrick’s wife!  This seemed so random to me and really late.  I was so indifferent and detached from thinking about Patrick at that point but I was a little curious to see what she wanted.  She asked me in a very polite tone if I could tell her when I dated Patrick. She was French so she struggled somewhat with English.  She wrote, “I’m pretty sorry to come bothering you this Monday.  I’m sure you have some other stuff to think and do but I just got a few questions.  I’m Patrick’s wife and I was just wondering how and when did you meet him??  I’m sure you’ll understand me. Thank you so much.”

Apparently, he told her that our encounter was before he’d even met her, which was four years before I knew him.  She believed him for some odd reason even after reading my message on Facebook and she said that she was even touched when she read my message to him.  She said that she recently had started to think that it didn’t make sense that I would contact him years later asking for answers and she wanted to know from me what really happened.  I was shocked that he had gotten out of that one so easily but at the same time not wanting to put myself in a position that brought any negativity to me.  She kept asking politely and I reluctantly told her the time frame and VERY briefly that we had a strong connection but that I had no idea he was married.  

What transpired from her contacting me was months of the two of us communicating, almost as friends.  It was such a long conversation because at first he had denied he was with me when they were together. Then he would tell her some of the truth and lie about the rest, until finally, after all of her further questioning, he had no choice but to tell her the whole truth.