Archangel Ishereal and Her Mate, Archangel Hereal


There was once an archangel named Ishereal . . . she married Hereal. It took them too long to read their own names. Their home nation was “Nothing Isreal.” Have you heard of it? A state of constant disbelief… These two individuals were Buddhist in nature. Their names haunted them. They did not want to attach to truth.

How does their story go? Ishereal was aware knowledge could stay put, if in fact she was okay with truth. Hereal thought given the state, well of their beliefs—everything could in fact stay in motion, as movement promoted closing of distance. They, like nature honored the seasons, knowing inside, man is not a plant.

In the abandoning of attachment, Hereal won his own battle with the world: you can’t hurt someone who preaches: let go.

Ishereal too followed her partner, she said, “If you love mankind more than you love me: they’ll know it.” She said, “You’re right: I believe you Hereal. I believe you are right. I’m letting you—go.”

What happened?

They independently faced the greatest challenge of their life—love lots. What is self-sacrifice? Design of the heart, design of the mind, design of the non-beliefs … of the time . . .

Hereal replied, “What is it to fight a state of frustration, a state of the self in a different location? What is it to think and hear only this, ‘yes, yes, yes, I do preach bliss.’ I know in my heart, that ‘I’ is not me. And thus in the end, I’ll tell you what’s bliss, sending a message around on repeat, let it go, let it go, ‘I do not preach bliss.’ I sent it to you twice, I’ll send it around, once through the mail, and once around town, until we can find why ‘Nothing Isreal.’ Cause I am not happy, with something I feel. The truth? It must sit, in pure honesty, and I? I too know… I no longer am real. Is it ego of mine or ego of yours? Just make it leave now … and I am forever yours.

The next day he changed his name to: Shenoreal.



(Copyright: Simone J. Hrouda 2017, a holiday story of love and our understanding of . . . a state of bliss.)


HoLy and MoLy . . . A Twin Flame Tale!

The truth about twins “Holy” and “Moly” is they are both 3 inches from “normal” . . . But in what direction . . .

Moly is more human (part animal)

Holy is the saint!

“Moly” digs the holes, and “Holy” creates the mountains! When will these two twins turn away from their extremes, try out their other side and walk towards each other???

“Legend says” . . . That balance must exist somewhere! If one side of their heart is creating the holes, the other must be climbing the mountains of dirt they used to hold! For this partnership, it’s walking towards one another and not away! Once Moly is finished digging up dirt, and Holy is finished battling the extreme hills, they will find comfort in a flat even land!

When can they both learn enough about themselves to seek a more even balance? How wide is their separation?! When will the holes and the mountains cease, and only their joint interest in land formations unite them?

Time will tell . . .

Other versions of this story include . . . “the cookie eater and the circle fiend” . . . “the gardener and the cyclist” . . . “the alien specialist and the unicorn artist” . . .

That is all for now!

Until the next post!

Warning: This is another Twin Flame story . . . as always it is pure fiction, including the three theoretical versions, though their stories may link to the overall message somehow. Please enjoy!

The Big Big Big Big Shorts- A Twin Flame Story

These two are never gonna get it…

What makes them unique is that they need you to answer their question! Here’s their perfect dialogue.

Partner A: Do you remember?

Partner B: Yes, I remember.

Now before you get angry at me for hogging internet space with this rather short tale, I just want to remind you why! They cut it short! Anything longer is a suspicious response! They’ll flinch!

Here are the wrong answers:

a) Yes, of course I remember!

b) Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, when you…

c) Yes, I will always remember

Now those three, they find suspicious! All three are totally wrong… they hint at a lie. They know it! They don’t want to hear it! They’ll cringe!

Moral here: There isn’t one!


Thanks for reading another… Twin Flame Love Story

(I don’t know where these come from, I pull them out of a hat, there’s always something not quite honest enough for me to claim them as real! Enjoy! Thanks for reading! And again… they’re just stories I find inspiring, funny, interesting enough to share!)

The Poker Players

The Poker Players!

God stuck the two poker players in a film when they were very young. They would NEVER stick themselves in the same family so God did it for them…

Legend has it these two Twin Flames were caught not looking at each other AT ALL because NO ONE (very casually) thought it appropriate, or saw the need! They made it through! They left! They are children at heart!

They’ll just be known for playing cards! That is really all! They just played cards…

Message about Twin Flames: Some just pass by one another without knowing it… and you don’t get to know when/how/why you’d miss one another!

They’re important enough to know they are children, have fun kids!

(Disclaimer: I have enough spiritual morals to “politely hide” the story enough NOT to clearly out anyone, so again: this is just a fictitious story! Or maybe something isn’t quite true 😛 “Film” may be substituted with “book,” “play,” etc. Hope you found the moral!)

The Story of “The Babel Twins”

The Babel Twins are a pair of “Twin Flames” whose signature connection is their unaware incorporation of The Tower of Babel into the theme of their lives. They unsuspectingly write about it, sing about it, dance about it.

They are known as two lovers. They divided themselves uniquely. Legends say, as their spirit is concerned, they split at the heart of the golden ratio, like only artists do.

As the legend goes, one of the twins took approximately 2/3 of their spirit, and gave his twin flame, a beautiful woman, the most important 1/3: the heart.

Not everything in life is divided up equally…

What happened? They wrote each other into their lives, into their hearts, and into the hearts of all those around them. When you can’t find them, when you can’t see them, when they aren’t around… that’s when you know they’ve found each other.


Picture and Story by: Simone J. Hrouda, watercolor, 2017