To establish the true alchemical marriage, cosmic law requires that we first define our own identity in God before we can completely unlock the spiritual potential of our twin flames. For until twin flames achieve a certain level of mastery and oneness with their own Real Selves, they are often unable to cope with the weight of their negative karma. This karma can often be amplified by the very presence of the twin flame.

The same unique factor that gives twin flames their great spiritual power—their identical blueprint of identity—can likewise cause the amplification of their negative patterns.

Soul Wedded to the Christ Self

Ultimately each and every one of us must learn to change the negative patterns—the base metal—of the human ego into the gold of our divine or Real Self. This is called the alchemical marriage—the marriage of our soul, the feminine aspect of our being, to the ‘Lamb' who is the real and enduring spiritual self, the masculine aspect.

The love of this beloved holy Christ Self, i.e., that part of us who maintains constant contact with the Source—the I AM Presence, is an incomparable love.

This is the Beloved for whom the saints of East and West have given their all. By daily accelerating consciousness through their communion with God, the saints gradually transcended the human ego. Eventually their souls merged with their real spiritual self, and in this alchemical marriage, they ascended back to the heart of God.

As Saint Paul said long ago, “For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.”

Or as Shakespeare so artistically phrased it,

SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.