As a consciousempath I don’t only check if an emotion I feel is mine, I also check the source of the emotion.
Sometimes it is a Dark Side transmission, but mostly it’s another person I accidentally connected with.
I have two graduate students live in the downstairs apartment. Two girls.
Every time I go downstairs with a package for the mailman to pick up, or to check my mail, they hear me: the old wooden staircase makes an unholy noise. That’s when they connect, and I have to feel their emotions for a little while.
I have written in a previous post that I discovered that my hidden identity is “worthless piece of junk = unwanted”. I use the word junk, because this expression is a translation from my native Hungarian. In the original the expression is closer to “nothing” than anything, by the way. But in English, I am afraid, that won’t communicate. “I am nothing”, does it?
From time to time I notice it “informing my mood, informing my actions.”
I found a blog that I enjoy reading. The writer of the blog is intelligent, inventive, and although we have a different base world view (he prays, I don’t) I like his blog a lot. I researched him this morning. All the pictures on his blog are white folks… turns out he is a good looking Black guy from Florida.