20 years ago I had my first entrepreneur value profile done.
It was some 30 pages long... too much English. But somewhere it said something like: You don't work well THROUGH others...
A year or two worth of training later I got my certification to become a value profile consultant. Then I learned to see all that the 30 page said in English (meaning lots of words) at a glance on a grid.
My starting point measurements report is a lot like that grid. It is more meant for the coach/consultant to know how to guide you, than for you to enjoy reading to indulge your delusional self. Your delusional self loves the many words... I have watched people get all excited about the book "The Life You Were Meant to Live"... because they picked out the words they liked... No growth.
The more someone is determined to remain the same, the more they like that book...
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 am sitting here at my computer, playing freecell. Somehow I find myself pondering the flowershop scene of the movie... and am taken visually and viscerally to the movie, City Lights with Charlie Chaplin. To the scene where he passes the flower shop where the girl whose eye operation he paid for works.
I saw that movie back in Hungary. I was young. And I didn't understand the movie.
Today I realized: I didn't understand the movie because I didn't understand that the Chaplin character was poor.
I lived in a country, in a household where poor wasn't a meme. We had what we had. And we were alive.
You could argue that poor isn't a meme, that it's a fact, but it isn't.