The Seven That Shall Forever Burn

After meeting and spending time with Sandy, we had finally some feeling of fullfillment. We now knew we were not going crazy and that someone else understood what we were talking about and confirmed our suspicions. While we were at Sandy’s shop we each bought a set of tarot cards. We had no clue how to use them but it felt so right to get them. When we got home we thought about using these new cards but we needed a break from all this info and our heads were just overflowing with thoughts and feelings of what we just experienced so we decided to wait until the next day. That night while sleeping, I started dreaming about that girl from the renn period again. I felt so close to her; like I new every thought and every inch of her.

I woke up with the urge to find out more about her and who she was and how she was tied to me. Later that day Lauren and I decided that it was time to try out our new tarot cards. We were so nervous, almost like something bad was going to happen to us if we used them. This most likely came from our parents ingraining that they were into our heads as children. Nonetheless, we opened them up and asked about our gifts and each other, and holy crap were they accurate to the very detail. We could feel energy flow through our fingers as we touched each card. One of the most thrilling feelings we ever had was the first touch of those cards and learning how to read them.

We next decided to try automatic writing. For those of you who don’t know, auto-writing is where you channel spirits, past lives, etc. by using pen and paper and allowing them to write through you. We decided that we should try this exercise one at a time just in case something went wrong we could pull each other out of the trance or away from the spirits. Lauren went first, I watched as she shut her eyes and let her hand start writing whatever came to mind. She started to channel this girl named Mary. She wrote numbers and words and eventually sentences. After opening her eyes I could tell that this spirit was a sad one but I couldn’t determine anything more than that seeing how new we were at this. While Lauren processed everything she felt, I decided to try my hand at auto-writing.

At first I didn’t feel anything, just zoning out honestly and scribbling on the page. But then suddenly it was as if something took over my hand. I was scared out of my mind honestly. In my head I knew I had only hoped that this would happen not believing it actually would. I just kept seeing seven people and seven names. They just kept flashing like a camera taking pictures, and all the while I had no idea what I was writing. Finally everything just came to a complete stop and I laid my hand down. I asked Lauren if I did anything strange or noticeable. All she said was that I was writing like a mad woman. So we decided to read what I had wrote. Over and over and over again was written the words “seven” and “flames”. Three whole pages full of them. As I turned to the next page the words started to stream together saying the “circle of flames” or “circle of seven”. Then finally the names Elaina and Elizabeth were written at the bottom of the last page. I had no clue what to do with this information and neither did Lauren.

We were just so stunned with everything that we knew we had to just give it a break for the night. We would sleep on it and let everything settle and talk about it in the morning. But sleeping on it wasn’t going to happen when it came to me. So much more was in store that night in my dreams.

Well that’s all I have for you tonight my friends.

Blessed Be

Elaina (Circle of 7 Flames)

We Are Back

Hello readers! We have been away for a while due to our busy school/work schedules, but we are back and do we have things to tell you! 

So much has happened to us since we last posted and we can’t wait to tell you. So get ready for so much more!

 

Joy (Circle of 7 Flames)

A New Friend and Guide

After accepting the fact that we definitely had something special about us, now was the time to figure out exactly what these gifts were. But with no one to help except the Internet (and we all know how reliable the information on the Internet can be at time) we were a little at a loss. 

Going to bed that night was rough. All I could do was think about what we had uncovered. When I finally did fall asleep though, I was in a whirlwind of dream.

I saw a girl who looked very similar to me dressed in renaissance garb walking with a basket of herbs. I felt as if I was floating in midair and just following her. I could see her but she couldn’t see me. I followed her to this market where she bought hand dipped candles and rope. She continued to shop and I continued to follower til she moved on from the market. The next thing I know I was transported to this wooden house and these was the girl again. We walked into this house; there was a large fire burning in the corner. There were shelves lined with herbs and candles. 

Then I hear a voice calling for Elaina who I then assumed was the girl I was following. This other girl came walking down a flight of stairs who I assumed the voice belonged to. I heard Elaina call her Elizabeth, but the crazy part was Elizabeth looked almost exactly like Lauren. They began to speak of a ceremony they were preparing for. Whatever it this ritual they were speaking of was I know it was really important. They Kept talking about the Seven and The Flames. They just went on and on about planning and the other people they were meeting. Then the worst part of dreaming had to come. I woke up.

All I could think is “What the hell just happened?” Everything felt so real, like I had been there before. I told Lauren everything I saw, and she even had said it sounded familiar.

After discussing my strange dreams for a while we got on the subject of trying to find a shop to get some books or items to help us learn more about our gifts or even what we believe in at this point. We just decided to get in the car and drive. We didn’t expect to really find any new age or metaphysical stores since we live in the middle of no where. By the time we got downtown, I felt like I knew where we should go and we were getting pulled there. 

I started shouting streets for Lauren to drive down, even though I had no clue where we were going. Finally we started going down this one street and I knew it was here. And there it was on the side of the road sandwiched between two apartment buildings was this small shop called Virgo Rising. We immediately pulled around back and walked in. The energy in this place was AMAZING!!!

It was run by this really nice woman named Sandy. She had everything we were looking for: herbs, books, tarot cards and much more. As we were shopping around I could see Sandy watching us and listening to us. When we got to the crystals she started to explain how to cleanse them and we then saw a sign in her window that she offered aura readings. We had to leave for a rehearsal but she offered to give us both aura readings for half price when we came back. She said she saw something in us and said we should definitely get a reading. 

Well we came back in an hour, and both got our readings. She said that both of our third eyes were very opened and we had strong abilities. She knew specifics about a medical disorder I have had for a long time, as well as specifics about my life as well as Lauren’s. Like I said previously she said she could see something in us. So she then began to teach us about the meanings of numbers and colors. She told me that the flying dots I had been seeing around people were parts of their auras and she taught me some things about how I can read peoples auras.

This was just the beginning of Lauren and I’s long long journey to develop our gifts.

Blessed Be

In Life, Love and Energy

Joy (Circe of the 7 Flames)

So Much More Comes To Light

As Lauren was telling you guys we both went on to see counselors. My counselor decided that I should see a psychiatrist to see if medication would help with the depression. I wasn’t keen on the idea of taking a pill to make me feel better, but I decided I would at least go talk to the guy.

Well the day came to go see the doctor, March 8, 2012. Surprising enough for some dumb reason I was really nervous. It was as if I could feel like something big was going to happen. What I didn’t realize was that something huge was about to happen, one sentence that this doctor was about to say would open up something wonderful and amazing for the both of us, that would lead us to discover not just where we belong but would ultimately reveal our destiny in this life.

Once I got there the psychiatrist seemed nice enough, and he asked the basic questions- “Tell me about yourself”, “What brings you here?”, etc. Finally I started to just talk about the irrational feelings that I had been unable to suppress since I could remember. I expected him to say something like “Lets try this medication,” or something similar. But no! He brought up that some people are what we call empaths, and these people can feel what others feel emotionally and sometimes physically. He gave me several authors who are empaths and sensitives and even psychics. As you can imagine this totally was not at all what I was expecting.

After I got home, I told Lauren everything that had happened, and it was like a bright light just opened up and gave us a whole new look at life. We just started to talk and talk so many new things came to light. We realized that before we went to bed as children we would have the same rituals in order to sleep for the night. We went on and on for hours about the similarities in our childhood. So many parallels, it was ridiculous. It was as if we were living the same lives over and over again. We came to find out that while all this stuff was happening to us in college all we wanted to do is tell each other about it, but how? We both had grown up in Christian homes and didn’t know if the other stayed true to those beliefs and didn’t want to offend the other.

Immediately we began our research to find out what these gifts we had were and if they were real or if we were just imagining things. Well we found countless articles on different legit gifts that people are born with. We discovered that Lauren is a sensitive. She could just be somewhere and around someone else and know things. For myself, we knew I was an empath but I wanted to know more about the crazy dreams I had. Are they really premonitions or am I just stretching to put the pieces of the dreams together to make them fit with reality. I had to know more. But as much research as we did, we had no clue what to do with the answers we had found and we couldn’t find enough. And always. and I mean ALWAYS, we were yearning for confirmation of the things we were feeling and seeing. What we wanted more than anything was an actual person to give us that confirmation we wanted.

Well that’s all I have for this entry my friends. Our next entry we will share about how we found someone to help us realize we aren’t living in a fantasy and my dreams continue to grow and gradually become more intense.

In Life and Love, Energy and Magick

Blessed Be

Joy (Circle of the 7 Flames)

Night Terrors

So Joy informed you that I had decided to move out of our dorm and into an apartment with another friend of mine. This is exactly what happened. The semester after Joy and I had our fight, I proceeded to move into a tiny, two-bedroom, one bath apartment with Jessie. At first the apartment didn’t really have any distinct energy signature. It wasn’t negative, it wasn’t positive. It was just neutral. Unfortunately it didn’t stay this way. 

A couple of months after moving into the apartment I was dealing with a lot of relationship issues with my boyfriend (don’t worry, we’re engaged now!). I had become severely depressed. I had never been this badly depressed in my entire life. Well, as we have become aware, with depression comes heavy, negative energy. And with negative energy comes things that feed off of negative energy. 

One night, I went to bed. Jessie wasn’t home, she was at her boyfriend’s place. Everything was normal, aside from my heightened state of depression. The sadness and loneliness I was feeling was overwhelming. I did everything the same as I usually did. Turned off all of the lights, brushed my teeth, changed my clothes and went to sleep. Now, as I wrote about in a previous post, I had had a lot of intense dreams as a child. Dreams where I felt like I was being attacked by some unseen force. Those dreams hadn’t happened since I was maybe in elementary school. So I definitely was NOT expecting it to happen again. 

It started as a normal dream. Pointless actions and scenes playing through my subconscious. Recollections of the things I was processing during my waking life. Next thing I know, the dream takes a horrible turn. I’m lying on my back, feeling the weight of something or someone pressing on my forehead and my chest. It was hard to breathe; there was ringing in my ears, and my whole body was tingling. There was an innate sense of pure evil in the room. I don’t know if you know what that feels like, but it is probably one of the most terrifying feelings a person could experience. I woke up, lying in the exact position that I felt I was being held down in. My body still tingling from head to toe and an inability to move. The dream wasn’t just a dream. At least this is what I believe. When I woke up, that feeling that something was pressing down on me didn’t stop. It kept going. I felt an energy hovering above my body. I finally got a grip and got out of my bed. What had just happened?? I hadn’t had a dream like that in a long time. And I’d certainly never felt an attack like that. I proceeded to stay up the entire night watching tv until I passed out on the couch.

My ability to sense energy ties into my emotions. When I’m depressed, it’s hard to protect myself from outside energies. And when I’m surrounded by negative energy, then it’s very easy for outside things to feed on and attack that energy. 

That’s what I think happened. I think I was psychically attacked. Who knows if that’s actually what happened. But since then I’ve had two to three more experiences that were similar to this one. I also started seeing shadow figures in the corner of my eye when I walked through my bedroom, living room and kitchen. (Call me crazy if you want, I swear I saw them.)

I became increasingly aware that the energy in my room was becoming darker, more menacing and increasingly more negative. I didn’t even want to sleep in there. I mostly slept on the couch, or at my boyfriend’s place (even when we were fighting), or wherever I could, so long as it wasn’t in my room. And when I DID sleep there, all of the lights were on and the TV was on AND music was on. I got even less sleep night after night. 

I obviously had a lot of problems at this point. So, I decided to see a guidance counselor, provided by the school. We sat down every week and tried to figure out why I was depressed, why my relationship wasn’t working, what these dreams (or attacks) were, and how I could go about getting on more positive path. We used hypnosis to try to delve into my psyche and talked about what impacts energy has on people. 

I felt like we weren’t getting anywhere. Why was all of this crazy stuff happening to me? Why was my life becoming so dramatic? Around the same time that all of this was going on, Joy had decided to see a guidance counselor, or rather, a psychologist, as well. This is when things took an interesting turn.

In Light and Love, Life and Energy,

Lauren

The In Between

Now you all have had a brief glance into our childhood and as you can see very much of what we experienced is completely parallel to each other. How we dealt with it and shared it with our parents though, not so similar.

So we moved into our dorm together and things got off to a great start. I won’t lie and say everything was perfect. Several months in Lauren experienced her first taste of my out of control emotions. At the time I was in an extremely unhealthy relationship, which made me depressed and angry constantly. Being young and feeling worthless, I didn’t feel like I deserved anyone better. So I put up with the verbal abuse, his constant unwarrented criticism. According to him, if I was to even leave my dorm room to go to the grocery store I was being unfaithful to him and being a horrible daughter to my mother. Now I know that makes absolutely no sense, but after listening to it for 2 years it wore on me and got under my skin. So obviously it made me angry and extremely depressed. Now normally I would be good at hiding MY emotions, but I had no clue how to surpress emotions that didn’t belong to me.

Being around so many new people and not having any clue what shielding and grounding myself was, I acted out the only way I knew how. I took my scissors into the bathroom and began to cut myself on my arms and legs. At that one moment in time, it felt as if I could feel all the anger, depression, fear and any other emotion I was feeling just being released through every cut I made. I made sure I made the incisions in places that I could cover up simply with clothing. But no matter how much I hid, Lauren seemed to know that I did something wrong. Maybe that was the first sign of our deep connection. I could feel her disappointment in me and it cut worse than the scissors I had used ever could.

How do I turn this off, I would constantly ask myself. I didnt want to feel this much pain anymore. The only solution I came up with at this point was to just ignore it all. Ignore the colors around everyone, Ignore the feelings I would get around someone, Ignore the headaches and panic attacks I would experience in crowds, ignore the shadows of people I would see, and Ignore the constant dreams I would have.

But I soon found out that ignoring it wasnt going to help. My dearest friend in the world and grandmother, was diagnosed with cancer and it was starting to finally put up an extreme fight with her. The night before she passed away I had a dream about her. She came to me and we just talked like we were hanging out. There was no cryptic talking like they show in the movies when people from “beyond” talk to people from the here and now in the movies. She was just talking to me like we were actually together. Then after we talked about everything we possibly could, she gave me a hug and said “Goodbye”. Now my Mom mom never would say goodbye. She would always say “See you later” or “After while crocodile” but I dont think I ever remember her saying goodbye because goodbye meant we weren’t going to see each other again for a while. So when she said that I knew it really and trully was goodbye. The next thing I remember was my dad shaking me awake to tell me that she had passed away.

When I was at the funeral I literally collapsed from the overwhelming sadness I felt from everyone surrounding me, not to mention my own grief.

That was the first time that I realized whatever was happening to me couldnt be ignored. It was going to happen whether I liked it or not. So then the main thought on my mind is “I am going to hell” or “God hates me” or “Can this really be a Sin”. There was nothing I could do to escape myself and my thoughts. Eventually I turned to smoking and drinking by myself at night for the next year to cope with the battle that was raging in my head. I wanted so bad to research and find out what else was out, to find out if psychic gifts were real, but there was always something holding me back. It was as if something didn’t want me to find out what is all out there; it wanted me to stay in the little box that I had grown up in. And it was one hell of battle to try and break down that wall.

During our second year of college, Lauren and I decided to still live together but I completely just didnt care to be around anyone, even my best friend. I just didnt want to deal with their emotions. I was selfish and just didnt give a damn. This caused a rift in Lauren’s and my relationship.

I was never in our room and left her alone a lot, and finally one night she came to me and said that the following semester she was going to move in with this girl Jessie. And all I could feel was my selfish hurt feelings and didnt even think of as to WHY she was deciding to do this. That night we had the biggest fight of our lives, and it just kept getting worse. We could both feel each other’s anger so intently that we just kept feeding off of it. I could feel all the anger she had built up toward me in that one night, and still not knowing that I was empath, was channeling her anger and didn’t even know half of what I was saying. I left and stayed with a friend that night. After that fight Lauren and I didnt talk for about a semester. We needed time to heal. Even though I was angry for a time, with her gone it felt like the other half of me was missing.

After several months of not speaking to one another, we starting to hang out again. Just out of the blue. If I remeber correctly we had a class together and just started talking like we were old friends. It was as if nothing had ever happened. And during that time when we hadnt spoken, we had both been opened up to a not so narrow view of the world. As soon as our friendship started back up I could literally see a cord that had seemed frayed and broken became mended and tied us together again.

I had started to look up some of the things that were happening to me. One of the things I found was called being an empath. All my symptoms fit and I didnt completely dismiss it, but that wall that was trying to constantly obstruct my view was still in my way. I no longer had the fear that my parents had instilled in me that I was going to hell for being like this. How can I go to hell or be sinning for something I cant help. My mind finally opened up and wonderful and amazing things began to happen.

And now we are finally up to where we become aware of our gifts and except and embrace them.

In Life, Love, and Energy,

Joy (The Circle of 7 Flames)

Life Until Now (Lauren)

I was brought up in a Christian home. I was taught what was right and wrong. I was taken to church on Sundays, prayed before my meals and before bed, and attended two private Christian schools. I went to Christian camps, retreats, conferences and study groups. I learned to believe in God, and that Jesus died on the cross to pay for the sin of mankind, and who the Holy Spirit is. I always wondered what else there was though. But honestly those core beliefs really haven’t changed much for me. I still believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. But now….now I know there’s SO much more out there than just what the Christian religion has taught me.

As a kid, I always felt that there was more to myself than what was apparent. I had good judgement about people… more so than you’d think an average child would have. I had habits of staring out the window at the moon and stars, walking in the field behind my house just looking up and thinking that there HAS to be more out there than just what I’ve seen on this earth. And it wasn’t just a thought. It was a “gut feeling.”

The earliest instance of having that “gut feeling” that I can remember is when I was two years old. I was with my parents in Spain and had had an extremely vivid dream of a black cat sitting on a railing just staring at me. It wasn’t menacing, it was more like the cat was trying to tell me something. But at this time I was too young to understand anything other than the fact that it was a dream about a cat, in a country inhabited by a lot of cats. But something told me there was more to the dream than just what I saw.

As I grew older, I would constantly have vivid dreams that were sometimes more real to me than anything that happened when I was awake. Now, growing up in a Christian home, you hear the stories from the Bible about people having vivid dreams, visions. I always wondered if this was what was happening to me. This wasn’t necessarily the case, however, my parents were gracious enough to listen to my thoughts on my dreams and give me their opinions on what they could mean. Not all of my dreams were “good” though.

Many of these vivid dreams I had made me feel that something inherently evil was after my soul. My body would tingle from head to toe, my ears would ring along with a rushing sound, and my heart would beat heavily. Sounds intense right? Yeah. It was intense enough that I would ritualistically, before bed, make sure that my pillow was laid on a certain side, that my door was closed, that I was laying on my right side facing away from the window and HAD to have a night light; all of this in order that I wouldn’t have these nightmares. The night light though… it wasn’t because I was afraid of the dark. It was because I felt that darkness allowed for evil to enter into a place. I felt that if I did all of these things, nothing would bother me. And for the most part that was true. One night the dream I had was bad enough, my mom decided to teach me that if I use the name of Jesus, no evil could touch me. From that moment on, I figured out a way to actually call out the name of Jesus…in my dreams. The next time that vivid nightmare happened, well… it didn’t happen. And didn’t happen for years. The dreams stopped, at least, until about a year ago.

Along with the dreams (yes there’s more) came the sense that something or something was around me…even when I was alone. I remember times when I would run as fast as I could to my room instead of walk. I always felt like something was going to grab me on my way up the stairs or in the hall. I’m sure a lot of kids experience this, but not most adults. This has continued even to this day.

Growing up, most kids only notice what is right in front of them. They pay attention to the aesthetics of things and consider only what happens to them in this life. I was different. I’ve always looked into the deeper meaning of things. I’ve always paid attention to the beautiful things of the earth. Almost as though I’d missed them and hadn’t seen these things in a long while. My appreciation for life energy goes very deep. Plants, animals, water, outer space, they have always had more life in them anything I could find in a store, video games, movies, sports…earthly things, essentially. I wanted to believe in magic. In more. Granted, any kid wants to believe in magic. Any person wants to find out their future and wants to discover more.

Things stopped seeming so apparent to me once I started getting older. When I was in the 11th grade, I went with my History class to the Renaissance Faire in Pennsylvania. It felt like home. I didn’t want to leave. The smell of the burning wood, the magic of the incense, the spirit of that time period. It felt like I had rediscovered something that had been missing for a very long time.

Well I grew out of high school. Graduated. Then got ready for college. As Joy mentioned in her life story, our school has a Preview during the summer. This is where I met Joy. Usually it takes a bit of time for me to become comfortable with someone…at least it did before I got to college. When I met Joy though, it felt like I had known her for a very long time.

I had no idea what was in store…

In Light and Love, Life and Energy,
Lauren

How It All Began (Joy)

I guess to say my life at home was sheltered would be an extreme understatement. From the time I could rememeber, my parents had set me inside their view of a perfect little box. I grew up in a Christian household, going to church every Sunday morning, trying to read my Bible daily and being an active member in the church’s extra activities. But through all this I constantly felt empty as if something was missing in my life, something important.

When I was about to enter the first grade. my father made the decision that my mother would homeschool me and my siblings from there on out. I bet you can’t guess what kind of curriculum we used. Well yes, it was the most conservative Christian school curriculum you could think of. So as you can imagine, if I were to even mention any other belief than that of God and church all hell would break loose (no pun intended).

When I was very young, before my teen years, I dont remember much of my life except that which my parents had built around me. One interesting fact though that my mother had told me is that when I was very young she caught me in the back room talking to someone. When she asked me who I was talking to I gave her some name and told her that he was a man I had met. I could describe exactly what he looked like, yet there was not a single other person there except my mother and I. I think it freaked her out a bit, that might be why she has only brought it up once in my entire life.

The main thing I remember from being a child was the intense fear I had going to bed. Now normally I would say all kids are scared of the dark and have problems with this but I am now about to graduate from college and that same immense fear that I felt at the age of 5 still sometimes is with me. And I mean this was a terrifying, gripping fear. I can remember having a ritual before bed where I would have to have everything in a certain place otherwise it would freak me out, stuffed animals at the foot of the bed, my sisters dolls on the side of the bed, door closed and nothing hanging on the back of the door. And to this day I still do that. It started out as just a normal fear of the dark, but as I got older and began to comprehend more I realized that it started to feel that there was something or someone else in the room with my sister and I.

I started to see figures in dark and images of people on my walls; I would wake my sister and ask her if she could see them. She would just tell me that I was crazy and to go to sleep. This was the first time that I realized that there was something else going on that I couldnt help.

The next thing I noticed happen that made me different is I began to see colored spots flying around people. At first I thought there was something wrong with my eyes and tried to tell my mom about it but she said they were just swimmers in my eyes. But nothing I did stopped the colors so I just ignored them along with the people in the dark, because what would happen if I started to acknowledge these things? In my mind I would die and go to hell. I began to pray every night to make it all go away and for God to forgive me, that I wasnt doing it on purpose.

But things didnt stop, they just got worse. By the time I was 15 or 16, I realized I hated being around people. Whenever I would go to the mall or church, for no damn reason I would start to cry or laugh and be scared all at the same time. Now being the type of person that needs a reason for everything this severely bothered me. I mean, who cries for no reason, especially when you’ve been taught that crying is wrong and that you are being nothing more than a victim if you cry. If someone had come up to me then and told me that I was feeling other peoples emotions and was channeling them, I probably would have told them they were crazy or would have even run away knowing my crazy self.

My emapthy got so bad that I began to cut myself to deal with the pain. My thought process was that I needed a reason to be this sad and that it was a sin to feel upset for nothing, so I gave myself a reason. I am not proud that I would cut myself, but it did help at that time. When you have that many emotions inside you at one time, it becomes explosive and you do many irrational things.

You would think that this craziness that was happening to me would have just stopped with that; BUT NO. Then the dreams began. I had always been an avid dreamer with details as if I was watching a movie. Sometimes I would have full out conversations with the people in my dreams as if I was talking to a person in reality. The dreams would happen so often that it got to be as if I was living two lives: one in my dreams and one when I was awake. Now do not mistake that for me living in a fantasy world. I was very in touch with reality, but the problem occurred when I would be as exhausted when I woke as when I went to bed. It was as if I never actually slept when I dreamt but stayed awake through my dreams.

I never gave any real thought to the dreams until they started to come true. There would be nights I would have dreams about something that would happen the next day. It could be as small as going to the store and having a fight with my mom, but everything, and I mean every detail, would happen exactly as I saw it in my dream. As you can imagine, I was a little freaked out to say the least. It would happen more and more and with more serious situations than just a simple trip to the store. I wanted to tell my mom, but I had no clue how to, all I could think of is how she would tell my dad and he would say that I would go to hell. As you can imagine this caused and even bigger depression inside of me and I became suicidal even.

All I wanted at this point was somebody to tell all these things to, but there was no one. I began to wonder if there was more out there, I always felt like there was more than just God, Heaven and Hell, but the moment those thoughts entered my mind I dismissed them imediately. I had always been interested in special gifts and the people who had them, interested in tarot and magic and energy and healing, and I felt like I was like one of those people, but how could I be, It would be an eternal sin in my parents eyes. Not until I reached college did I start to dismiss the strict thinking that I had been taught and start to open up my mind to what I was.

So, we have now reached the point when I start to attend college; which is when shiz really starts to go down.

Enjoy my ramblings as we try to catch you up,

In life and Energy,

Joy (The Circle of 7)

Meeting Our Twin

Until we can get all of our followers up to date, we will be posting several posts a day to catch all of you wonderful people up with whats been happeneing in our lives.

To start I think we should give you a little bit of a backround as to who we are and how we met.

Our names are Joy and Lauren. Just two everyday goofy, ridiculous music students about to start college. I (Joy) had grown up being homeschooled, so going to college was a completely new experience for me. Lauren had attended a private and extremely strict Christian academy (quite similar to being homeschooled).

The college we had both decided to attend has an event called Preview which is where first semester freshmen come to sign up for their classes. And here is where we met. From the moment we started talking it was as if we had known each other forever. I had previously had a single dorm and no roomate, but not anymore. After talking for the day and a half that Preview lasted, we decided that we would be perfect roommates and signed a room together.

There were several months between preview and the actual start of fall classes, but that didnt stop us from talking almost every day. You would never even start to think that these two girls had just met once several weeks ago.

At this point and time we had no clue what would be happening to us in the future nor what we held within ourselves. One of things we never spoke of really until that fateful day in March was the paranormal, psychic abilities, etc. We had always been taught that it was wrong and if we dwealt on it we would be sinning and going to Hell. But how can you be going to hell for something you can’t control such as seeing colors (auras) or being able to read someone just from being in their presence. I wish we thought like that back then, it would have saved us a lot of trouble and fighting that we had in the future.

Now being taught that everything to do with these extra gifts was wrong doesnt mean that it didnt stop us from wondering. We both had thought “Do I have something speacial about me” or “There has to be more to me than what I see” but these thoughts were quickly put out. When you live in an environment that constantly reminds how wrong you are to think about such things, it becomes quite difficult to drift away from that way of thinking.

Thats all I have for now friends. But stay with us as each of us give you a recount of what it was like to grow up in each of our homes with our gifts, how we dealt with them, and what brought us together.

In love and energy

The Circle of 7 Flames

Welcome

Hello and welcome to the Circle of 7 Flames. We are here to share our experiences with discovering life, energy and amazing things about ourselves. In March of 2012 we started to discover that we had certain gifts within ourselves. These gifts had been with us our entire lives but we never paid attention to them or the meaning behind them due to the households in which we were raised.

Exciting things are happening to us and we wish to share our energy and experience with you.

In life and Love,

The Circle of 7