When I was young, I was obsessed with twin stories. I swore I had a twin brother. Nope, only sisters. The "vibe" was so strong, that I wept in Return of the Jedi when Luke told Leia they were sibs. Fast forward to 2000 when my mom finally told me that she miscarried at over 3 months into her pregnancy. I was still there.

I was more relieved than surprised. Ten years later, I found my reincarnated twin (wasn't looking for him). Not until 2017 would I realize that we said the same things at the same time (he's a social media guy).

Nope, never told him. Doesn't seem to matter that he turned out to be a narcissist. Maybe that's why we were separated. Empaths and narcissists don't do well together.😂

Reuniting can be both good or bad. At least it completes a karmic circle, and healing can occur.