The other day someone posted a comment on my site. I expected it to be intentionally hurtful, and I treated it as such... But in the meantime I pushed it around in my thoughts and reconsidered.
It is a valid question... He asked: How do you know you are an empath?
Really, how do I know?
Now, the question could come from:
1. how do you know you have a special ability and therefore you know more than others? This was my original interpretation.
2. how does one know? Really? What clues one in that what they are feeling is not their own feelings, and not their imagination running wildly away with them? This second question is what I am going to attempt to answer in this post.
I have a next door neighbor who feels miserable most of the time. As an empath I am forced to feel it. No escape. Can't cloak myself, can't shield myself.
Yesterday, at 10 am she went into massive fear mode... So I had the idea to test if I can use the Heaven on Earth to ease her distress. I downloaded and pushed Heaven on Earth, the energies, across the two driveways to her, and it eased her misery considerably. To bearable level.
But then, a few hours later, she had a new wave of misery... this time it was anxiety... so I asked Source "what's wrong with her that she has so many bad feeling for so much of her day?"
I don't know. I only know how someone else is feeling... 99% of the time I cannot feel myself. And 99% of the time I don't know whose feelings I am feeling either.
I am an empath, and a clearsentient 1 I had a boy friend who labeled me clairsensar when I could tell the chiropractor what to do to people who needed help but it wasn't obvious what to move... I felt it. Clairsensar is not a word, but there is such a word as clairsensing... go figure.
I always despised people who claimed they had psychic abilities... because most people who claim they have them... eh... I don't know.
... when I snitched on my brother and he got beaten...
When you are young, and you don't know you are an empath... life is very confusing.
It was confusing to me until, at around age 50, I decided to grow up. So it may be still confusing to you.
You feel being beaten when another is beaten. Very confusing. You feel their feelings, their emotions, and your own. It is often enough to push someone into schizophrenia. You are two people at the same time.
Being an empath is a bitch... You don't only feel another's duplicity when they allow you, you feel it when they are dead and you are reading their stuff. You feel it in a movie, when the whole movie, on the surface is supposed to be a compliment, but underneath it it is a left-handed compliment.
This whole issue always exists, but recently it has been stirred up and made personal by my temporary difficulty of handling some stuff... and it will last for a few more weeks, I can tell. Another aggravating factor was Osho's Jew-bashing. Continue reading "Being an empath is no picnic…"
I often find out what I have and what it does, from students, or by accident. Also some of the things are theories until proven by enough empirical data...
How the harmonizer works, really
Some of you may remember that last year I had a section on the blog that said what was the negative emotion, negative energy transmission Dark Side was spewing across the globe.
I was surprised that this year there didn't seem to be any, until this past Saturday: suddenly deep sadness, a sense of loss, irreversible loss was coming over me... it wasn't mine. It wasn't anybody's, it was a D.S. transmission. It was irresistible, and I spent the day in a funk.
Today the emotion was extreme anguish, fear, trepidation, strong pressure from underarm to underarm: No matter what I do, I can't stop what's coming. Phew, real bad. Then I checked and the Harmonizer wasn't turned on on my computer in the office. I turned it on, and within minutes the feeling became weaker and manageable. Continue reading "A typical day of this empath"
Am I something special? Do I have special powers? Why is it that all the sages, mystics, saints didn't see and therefore didn't teach what I teach?
Am I better? Am I special?
I am going to share with you what I see may be the reason. Is it the truth? I'll check, sentence by sentence, with muscle testing, if it is, and so only what was checked and double-checked will remain in this article.
I know this is a question foremost in your mind, because people I speak with, ask the same question, with a sly all-knowing smile on their face... they are humoring me... kind of.
After all I am a middle-aged woman with an accent, nothing special about me, nothing that meets the eye. I deliberately underdress, and I as much as my own soul-correction permits I make sure that everyone understands that I don't think myself superior or special in any way.