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A Soul’s Reckoning: A Mystic Reflection Six years ago, a soul crossed my path—and the trajectory of my life turned not in a circle, but into a spiral of transformation. He was a life coach, but to me, he was more: a mirror, a messenger, a moment of awakening. Back then, I was entangled in a stormy dance with my husband—our bond, a tug-of-war between love and loss. We had met in the wild bloom of youth, when I was just seventeen, through a mutual friend in a dimly lit club on the shores of Boracay. We fell deeply, foolishly, fearlessly in love. In our own little dream-world, we spoke often of life and futures, of stars and the impossible. But none of it ever touched the earth. I gave him all of me—my spirit, my fire, my being. He was my everything. But soon, his freedom became recklessness, and my devotion became desperation. I clung. He fled. And in this sacred dance of push and pull, we both unraveled the very fabric of what we built—trust, respect, even the family we had forged. Our ...