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\u201cI was not the reason he pulled away. I was the light that touched his soul. It began with a simple invitation: coffee at my place. At first, the connection felt electric. Almost like a memory surfacing from another life. He said things like: And yet\u2026 How could our versions of \u201cus\u201d feel so far apart? Eventually, I let my heart open wider. \ud83c\udf11 The unspoken mirror<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n At first, I was confused. But when I looked inward, I recognized the echo. This was never about losing him. \ud83c\udf19 Why some karmic lessons wear the face of love<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Desire often feels safe. Playful. Magnetic. And not every soul is ready for that depth. So they retreat\u2014not because they don\u2019t care, And I\u2026 I stopped seeing him as \u201cthe one.\u201d \ud83c\udf38 The sacred closing<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The realization came softly, the morning after Ekadashi. And in that quiet, I knew: this wasn\u2019t heartbreak. In Bhakti<\/em>, we learn that every soul is God in disguise. This was never about clinging. The cycle ended when I stopped asking: And started whispering: \ud83c\udf39 Karmic coffee. Bitter at first. Sweet in the letting go. Sacred in its timing. Perfect in its imperfection.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cI was not the reason he pulled away. I was the light that touched his soul.My heart opened with love and grace, and now I release us both into divine care.\u201d It began with a simple invitation: coffee at my place.What I hadn\u2019t realized is that \u201cdrinking coffee\u201d with a Dutch woman might mean something […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":771,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[51,41,28,48],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-bhakti-2","category-growth","category-spirituality","category-the-power-of-god"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/770","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=770"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":785,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/770\/revisions\/785"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.daphnemutter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
My heart opened with love and grace, and now I release us both into divine care.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I hadn\u2019t realized is that \u201cdrinking coffee\u201d with a Dutch woman might mean something quite different\u2014even if it was caffeine-free. So I disappointed this very handsome man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But over time, a pattern emerged: the coming close, the pulling away.
Words that sounded like commitment, but actions that stayed uncertain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are not single anymore.\u201d<\/em>
\u201cWe are in a relationship.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
We had never truly sat down as two souls,
face to face,
heart to heart,
in full presence with one another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How could the words sound so certain
while the foundation remained so undefined?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I asked for honesty. For presence. For something true.
And that was the very moment he withdrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How could someone reach for you, long for you\u2014until you offer them the very love they said they wanted?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His silence mirrored my own, from a time I had no words for my needs.
He wasn\u2019t just a man. He was a reflection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was about meeting the unhealed parts of me.
The pieces still longing for clarity, still attached to the idea that love must be proven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But real love\u2014divine love\u2014asks for something deeper:
Presence without performance. Staying without striving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the heart isn\u2019t yet anchored in devotion, intimacy can feel too vast.
Their nervous system whispers:
\u2728 \u201cWhat if I can\u2019t meet her there?\u201d
\u2728 \u201cWhat if I disappoint her?\u201d
\u2728 \u201cWhat if she sees the parts I still hide from myself?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but because the soul is still learning to receive love as a gift, not a demand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I began to see the divine choreography:
God showing me my own past, reflected in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A day of sacred stillness, fasting, prayer, and surrender.
A day to empty out the noise and bow inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a gentle homecoming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some arrive to stay. Others to awaken something in us before they go.
But all are instruments of the Divine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was about surrender.
About closing the karmic loop with softness, trust, and gratitude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2728 \u201cWhy him?\u201d
\u2728 \u201cWhy not me?\u201d
\u2728 \u201cWhy couldn\u2019t my love heal him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ud83d\udd4a \u201cThank You, God. I see the lesson. I release the grip.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n