This morning something pulled me back to bed after I got up.
I considered it guidance, and I got back to bed.
What came next was amazing: trips down memory lane, all centering around mental illness, mental stability, your TLB, and what was in common among the many people I remember so clearly, people I spent time with in mental institutions.
As an empath, other people's feelings, emotions tend to tug at me. today 99% of what I feel is not mine... But before I became conscious, before I started to climb the consciousness tree, 30% of the feelings I felt were mine. I also had a lot more noise in my head... all talking at the same time.
The only reason I know, with 20/20 hindsight, that I was hospitalized not for what I felt, is that none of the medication worked... I wasn't the person who was crazy, I just felt the craziness of others.
My theory of mental illness has always been that it is an escape... a hiding place.
We look at life through the space we locate ourselves in.
When you go home for the holidays, you have a space inside which you interact with your mother. You have a space inside which you interact with your father, another space with your siblings.
Some people live their whole life out of one favorite space.
When you know what space you think you are in, and the other person makes no sense, that is because they relate to you inside a different space.
For example, Nancy lives inside Mother-child space. She is either the mother, or she is the child. When she is the child, I am either the mother (she loves that) or Not mother... she hates that. When she is the mother and I refuse to be the child, she throws a tantrum.
Some people, a mighty few, make things happen... some watch/observe it happen, and the majority asks: 'what the heck happened?' or alternatively has a story that is inaccurate. Because it is not that easy to see what actually happened...
Yesterday I saw a video of how two mature elephants rescued a baby elephant that fell into a pool.
I watched the short video several times. It is not so easy to see exactly what they did... But after 3-4 times, maybe even more, I saw exactly.
The mother was trying to do mother things... ineffective... had she continued doing that line of actions, the baby would have died.