How it Began

Cherie's Journal, Jan 20, 2010

     It is icy this January, in this new decade. My name is Cherie Halapthorpe (nee Martinson), and I am sitting in the bleary headquarters of the NYC District Attorney's office (even Crime-TV couldn't have dreamed up the cinematically-appropriate blandness of this place) in the more or less decrepit neighborhood of lower Manhattan.

     I have led, until recently, what one might consider a reasonable life. This was in no small part due to the patina of success radiated by my union with my likeable stockbroker ex-husband; but I was likewise thought to be a respectable, relatively modest, well-intentioned, and happy individual. If I was considered to be a bit of an iconoclast by my fellow suburbanites in Eastern V., it was only in the creative sense, and of course, because I was originally from New "Yawk." I have not, to my knowledge, ever been considered desperate, unhappy, delusional, nor in any sense a victim. Now, I visit a distorted reality as I peer into the looking glass version of my once relatively happy and productive self.

     To understand events that led to this I had undergone a review of the previous days and months with the assistance of a therapist, probing my marriage and the subsequent weeks in which I left my home and family, only to fall into a torrid affair with Victor, the man who had so suddenly entered my life, and with whom I thought I had found the fulfillment of perfect love. But the exhumation of my past proved insufficient, despite the dogged assistance of my therapist. To get to the bottom of what was occurring between Victor and myself required a different approach, she suggested, a truly rigorous investigation of previous factors effecting my relationship with Victor. This exploration would include not just the periods encompassing my marriage and youth, but stretching back still further, to those times prior to my birth in this existence. She was talking about the lifetimes in which Victor and I first met, fell in love, and began to enact our karma together.

              In other words, it may not be a matter of who I am, but who I once was. 

     It was an unorthodox approach, she admitted. But she was game, if I was.

     In due time my therapist and I began to unearth the details of Victor's and my history together, in its every phase, of every lifetime, in all our varying incarnations together. The goal of this was to understand our relationship's place in this existence, and to determine if the karma between us was finished and thus we were meant to move on from each other, or if our union held the promise of a love that was the fulfillment of that rarest of phenomenons: True Love shared by reunited Twin Flames.

     But I shall get to the details of the regressions shortly. For now, it's best to start with how I got to where I am now.

Cherie

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Chapter 8: Two Halves

Cherie's Journal  

They say the longing for our perfect mate is a need ingrained in our DNA. Plato, in his chats on love, wrote of a time when there was a third sex, which was the union of male and female in one body. Others have called this twin energy, or twin flames, two people in separate bodies that once shared the same soul.

Supposedly, we spend much of our time on earth trying to reunite with this soul in order to again become our full selves.

Chapter 7: Past Life Regression, Normandy

Normandy, 1183

Cherise Montegue enters the giant hall. Towards the center there is an immense hearth with a lit fire that is big enough for her to walk into. It's arched, made from stone, and like the manor house she calls home, it's very old and performs its function well, in this case to provide heat and the means for cooking meals for the manor's occupants.

Chapter 6: 11:11

Cherie's Journal. Jan. 16, 2009  12:00 am

Victor is in jail. He is waiting for an arraignment, at which time he may be released with a restraining order.  Perhaps that would be the best

Chapter 5: The Englishman

Cherie's Journal. Feb. 28, 2008

We spend countless days on his floorborn mattress, days which turn into weeks. I am shaken from the changes that were occurring in my existence, and had barely begun to process it by the time Victor

Chapter 4: 911

Cherie's Journal. Jan. 15, 2009  12:00 am

He has been arrested for beating me. I wait in the patrol car  as they lead him away in handcuffs from the front door of our love nest. His dark eyes are defeated underneath his bowed head and he looks miserable. My palpitating heart wrestles with my spirits as our once unquenchable dreams dissolve. The experience causes me to feel distant from Victor, and not an "open book" united in eternal love.  Instead,

Chapter 3: Past Life Regression, Etruscan

Etruria,  529 B.C.

     I think I have always loved him. His lofty figure is finely muscled, and his dark hair undulates in alarmingly captivating waves. I see other women looking at him with faint indulgence, but he doesn't return their glances and instead looks solely at me.

Chapter 2: Craigslist

Cherie's Journal. Jan. 14, 2009, cont.   

I think back on how things transpired, and realize, it isn't a question of whether it was right or wrong.  It just was.

Chapter 1: Abuse

One Year Prior

Cherie's Journal,  Jan. 14, 2009     

Seated in the seedy police headquarters of NYs Finest, the policewoman named Maria lifts the lower portion of my shirt order to inspect my bruised back, and I think, this must be how it feels to be part of the groups of humanity feel felt side-lined, or non-human. Side-lined enough in order to

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