The Connection You Can’t Explain

August 11th – Some thoughts arrive like echoes. Uninvited, but familiar.

I've looked for research on karmic bonds, but truthfully… there isn't much. No scientific proof for soul contracts or invisible threads binding two people across lifetimes.

Part of me feels a little shy even putting these thoughts into words. I believe in science. I believe in psychology. And yet, I also believe in the existence of a world we cannot explain through either.

And something about this topic keeps pulling me back.

If you've ever met someone whose presence felt ancient in your body, like a story you already knew but hadn't finished living, you might understand why.

Karmic bonds are often described as intense, magnetic, and emotionally charged, sometimes to the point of feeling disruptive or even destructive. They're not always kind. They're not always meant to last. But they mark us in ways we can't forget.

Some say these are soul contracts, agreements made before this lifetime to help us grow, remember, or heal. They're not here to comfort us, but to awaken us. In Radical Forgiveness, Colin Tipping writes that some people arrive not to love us gently, but to shake us out of unconscious patterns, even if that means breaking our hearts in the process.

If you've ever been pulled toward someone without reason, felt the electricity of fate in your skin—only to find pain woven into its threads—then you may have met your own karmic bond. These connections mirror our deepest wounds: abandonment, rejection, unworthiness. They bring them to the surface so they can be seen… and, maybe, healed.

It's easy to mistake intensity for intimacy. But not everything that shakes us to our core is meant to stay.

Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a poetic story we tell ourselves, a softer way of explaining the chaos of attachment wounds. Because to believe in karmic bonds is also to believe we've lived before, and that life is not a single chapter but a whole book we cannot yet see.

Maybe there are no soul contracts. Maybe it's all trauma patterns, running until we finally decide to stop.

Whether karmic or psychological, the task is the same:
To step out of the limbo. To choose differently. To free ourselves.

What do you think? Are karmic bonds real, or just the nervous system echoing an old pain?

Softly,
Selflavie

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