The Actor- he who must not be named

 I first met him in 2012. He came to my home, met my son in the parking lot, and came to my door. 

He had heard that I had called him my soulmate, and just had to meet me. That seemed pretty weird to me, but I was pretty caught up in meeting him and finding out that it was true. 

I had said his name when my son's friend had asked who my soulmate was. I immediately said "Who?" And was interrupted by visions of images from the TV, his Doctor Who, a music video, him yelling from a pulpit... That kind of thing. Just images of him flashing in my mind. 

I thought it was weird that night, I thought it was weird the next day, I didn't take it too seriously. I had never met him. I barely knew who he was at all. It's not like I was going to pursue him. I don't even quite know how he even heard about it. 

But there he was! And it was TRUE! We started talking and we were both so into each other. It was LOVE at first sight. 

The Time Lords stepped in, at least I'm guessing that's who they were. Possibly DIVISION, Idk. They said he couldn't marry a human, it wasn't allowed. They were afraid he would have a child, and they couldn't allow that. They also claimed I wasn't worthy. They couldn't have been very high level beings, though they acted as though they thought they were.   

I had to prove my worth to them, though honestly, just the FACT that we are soulmates should be enough. Seriously, I'm the only one capable of being what he needs.* And if we were brought together in this extraordinary way, then there must be an extraordinary reason for it.

Plus, my him had wrinkles, and this one was so pretty! Not a wrinkle on his face! All his features were basically the same: mole ✔ nose ✔ ears ✔. He was just so incredibly good looking! I'd say 'demigod' but I know better. Plus the accent, he didn't have one! Not a British accent, that is. He sounded American. 

There was definitely something extraordinary happening. 

After much discussion, arguing, a bit of yelling, and threats of soul-divorce, I asked that we set our emotions aside and figure out what was going on. 

I had been making him angry by insulting him about his movie credits. I wasn't trying to make him angry at first. It started out innocent enough. 

See I had asked what else he was in, I had seen 1 movie, 2 TV series, and 1 music video. He started bragging about his movies. 60 in 2 years. I had seen a couple of them, but his part wasn't a lead character, and I wasn't paying attention to every single person in the film. I didn't mean to imply he just had bit parts. 

Most of the film's he named were ones I hadn't seen. I had seen ads for them. I didn't recall his name being mentioned. Some of the films that he named, which he claimed to have starred in, made me angry. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, until he said he was Thor in the Marvel movies. 

He also claimed to be other characters in the Marvel universe, other super heroes. I was too angry to laugh. I asked how they do the crossover movies and The Avengers, just how does he play all those characters in one movie? We argued that one for awhile. I finally remembered 'Hemsworth', it was Chris Hemsworth that played Thor. 

Apparently, in this alternate universe, he did star in all those films. It was apparently common knowledge that he was a time traveler, and that he had done all these things. 

He was a multi billionaire. I nearly threw up. I had a lot to say about that, especially since his attitude towards poor people was so atrocious. 

He also claimed to have been hugely influential in the music industry. He helped the Beatles get started or whatnot. He influenced this band and that. I asked for details, he didn't have any. He said he didn't know, he hadn't done it yet, but they all agreed that he did. Which is kind of odd considering that, just days later, he had NEVER heard of The Beatles, they didn't exist. 

At this point I was having multiple visions regarding someone 'gaslighting' me years ago. My friend, John, whom I used to travel with, was always saying that the song I was humming wasn't a song. That my favorite Mozart concertos weren't real, that the Beatles song I was trying to remember the words to never existed, that kind of thing. 

It took him some time to convince me that he really wasn't gaslighting me. What really convinced me though was the songs that I knew all the words to, that I listened to everyday, we're slipping away from me. Their words were too hard to remember. The more I rejected his timeline, his reality, the more I felt the loss of every song, film, or book that he was supposed to have influenced. 

Also, the more I rejected his reality, the more things changed, reality started falling apart. I would not accept a pack of lies, no matter the consequences. 

He couldn't give me Truth. He did not know the Truth. 

I agreed to speak with him again. It had been months of heated exchanges about how almost everything he said sounded like lies. A lot of it was pure gibberish. 

I had cast a spell to only hear the truth. 

We sat across from each other, face to face, close enough to touch. 

I began asking him about his life. 

He lost both his parents rather young. He had a sister that he disliked. 

He had one real friend. 

I asked how old he was, he did not know. 

I asked how long he had been on Earth, 2 years. (I tried not to be angry at the impossibility of that.)

I asked where he had been before that. He did not know, but I saw it in a vision. I told my spirit guides to back off a bit, they had been poised to strike him down if he should hurt me. He was the one that was hurting. He generally acted like I was insane when I spoke to spirits and beings from other dimensions. This time though, as soon as I asked them to back off, his hunched shoulders relaxed, and he seemed as though a massive weight was taken off of him. He seemed amazed that he actually felt the change in the room. 

He had just come from the Last Great Time War. It was a dark horrible place. It was time locked, once in, never out. 

I remembered John telling me about the war, back when I was a young woman. He was always afraid of it. It was always looming over him. It could be a hundred years before he would be called, but it was still constantly on his mind. Oh, he would talk a mile a minute about this or that, but I am ME, and I always hear what he isn't saying. All it took was a look, and he would sigh and tell me what was bothering him. It was generally the war. 

Was he John? I couldn't ask him. The very idea was doing my head in. If he was John, then how..? How did he not look the same to me? I don't mean his physical appearance, that changed often. I mean his aura, his soul, his eyes, his everything seemed different. And how did he not know ME?

*I have MANY lives.