What The Little Prince Taught Me About Twin Flame Love
There is a passage in The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry that lately returned to me in the way it relates to my divine masculine and the twin flame journey.
[“One only understands the things one tames,” said the fox.]
And perhaps this is one of the most beautiful ways I have found to describe part of my own twin flame journey.
Because I am thankful to him for taming me.
Not because he made me dependent on him. Not because love means attachment. And certainly not because another person becomes responsible for our happiness.
I am thankful because, somehow, he reached places in me that nobody else had ever reached.
Twin Flame Love and What It Means to Be Tamed
For most of my life, I did not let people reach me that deeply.
And then somebody came along who pushed me so far into my own depths that I had to meet parts of myself I might otherwise have continued avoiding.
Resistance.
Ego.
Jealousy.
Fear.
Attachment.
Control.
If I were to describe these through tarot, I would probably place many of them inside the world of The Devil.
To me, being tamed means allowing love to reach those places and transform them.
It means becoming able not only to love, but also to receive love.
To become body and mind at the same time. Personality and soul. Human and spiritual.
And perhaps this is why taming can bring us closer to spirit.
The Fox, The Rose and the Beasts Within Us
This brought me unexpectedly to another writer I love, the Greek poet Odysseas Elytis.
In To Monogramma, he writes:
“Είναι νωρίς ακόμη μες στον κόσμο αυτόν, μ’ ακούς; Δεν έχουν εξημερωθεί τα τέρατα, μ’ ακούς”
It is still too early in this world because the beasts have not yet been tamed. Διακόνημα
And somehow, for me, everything connects here.
The beasts are not only somewhere outside us.
They are also the parts of us that still operate through fear, ego, separation, instinct and resistance. The parts of the personality that have not yet learned how to surrender to something greater.
So perhaps shadow work is also a kind of taming.
Perhaps love is too.
Loving Someone for Who You Became
This is where my understanding of twin flame love has changed.
I believe I would love my divine masculine anyway because, in my own experience, there is a recognition of the same soul.
I sometimes use quantum entanglement as a metaphor for this. Entangled particles are described through a shared quantum state and cannot be fully described independently from one another. That does not scientifically prove twin flames, but the image speaks beautifully to the way I experience this connection.
Even in distance, one somehow affects the journey of the other.
And then there is something else.
Even if this person never enters your life through the conventional structure of a relationship, intimacy, a shared home and everyday life, you may still love them because of what happened within you because of them.
They mirrored you.
They pushed you.
They forced you to confront your resistance.
And somewhere through that process, you became someone you love more.
You became closer to the person you came here to be.
How could I not feel gratitude toward the person who awakened that possibility in me?
You Are Responsible for What You Have Tamed
And still, I keep returning to the fox.
[“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible forever for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.”]
Maybe that is the part we forget most easily.
When someone allows us close enough to change something in them, when they lower their resistance and let us become part of their inner world, something has been created that asks to be acknowledged.
Not owned in the ordinary sense.
Not controlled.
But recognised.
Held with awareness.
Taken seriously.
Because trust is never nothing.
And neither is the place someone gives us inside themselves.
Maybe that is what responsibility means here.
To understand that once someone has allowed themselves to be tamed by us, the bond itself becomes something we are asked not to dismiss.
The rose becomes our rose because of the love, attention and meaning that have been shared.
And perhaps the deepest form of responsibility is simply this:
to remember what we have awakened in another person, and not treat it as though it never mattered.
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