There are a number of things to respond to. First, I also have a strong attraction to Tarzan. I read the 24 Tarzan books by Burroughs and saw all the movies. I strongly identify with him. I even believe that I was known as a knife fighter in one of my recent lifetimes. Recently I discovered that the Tarzan story is based on a true story, that Burroughs found out about. You can find this on the internet. But whether its really true that a black African witch doctor gave him the secret to eternal youth and longevity, after he killed a lion that was about to eat the witch doctor, who knows. As to twin flames and soul mates, to me they are very real. But twin flames aren't always going to get along. Karma can get in the way. Consider the case of star-crossed lovers and known twin flames, Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy, famous singers and actors from several decades ago. I have a good idea who my own twin flame is, I believe. She's a blond haired, blue eyed beauty like Helen of Troy, I've known since we were babies, but really we've known each other forever. Our mothers became friends when they were pregnant with us. Our fathers were friends since childhood. She was in my class through elementary school and high school. Yet I never dated her or married her. Why not? Karma. That includes the Trojan War. What a mess that was. Yes, I am saying that I undoubtedly was involved in that conflict. The repetitive pattern, revealed through intuitive synchronicity, beginning with my mother's mother, named Ida, who sometimes referred to herself as Mount Ida, is undeniable to me. By the way, I believe that there can be more than one twin flame for an individual. Since we are in the last stages of an evolutionary era, some souls may split apart even more than they already have, to give them the opportunity to incarnate more, to speed up their spiritual evolution. And I did meet another woman, similar to that first one, who also could have been my twin flame. The two of them knew each other, which I didn't know at the time. Driving a taxi, I took a passenger to a doctors' office. One of those women was there and happily greeted me, telling me that she was divorcing her husband who had mistreated her. But I was nervous in front of my male passenger and was so confused that I wasn't even sure which girl it was. I didn't respond well enough to have any chance with her, whoever it was.
