Living is the ultimate blessing and curse. By whose hand was I thrust unto this cruel world, subject to all the heartbreak along the way? (And the beauty, the love, the kindness, the magic.) Oh, how grateful I am to be alive, yet how quickly I also wish death upon myself. It doesn’t necessarily help that I subscribe to the belief that I chose to be here, that my Spirit made a conscious decision to descend to this plane for the learning opportunity. So all of this was my idea? I admit: it’s genius. It’s also horrifying. I feel like I’m constantly failing a crucial test. My anxiety reels: I must do better or I will not get out of this one alive!
Oh, wait…
A heartfelt life is one that literally requires being touched in one’s heart. As an empath, I can verify that vulnerability often feels like being touched—stroked, poked, stabbed, or punched—in the organs. The heart and the stomach most notably. In times of deep love this feels like the most complete healing ever imaginable. This can also manifest as a very disorienting, unsafe feeling; like I’m a fallen turtle whose soft belly has suddenly become exposed to greedy hands.
Get out of my organs! I cry at invisible forces in a strange meditative state. Truly, having spiritual battles with entities and the stagnant energies of other people is an occasional pastime of mine. Not so much out of enjoyment, but rather necessity. Being empathic comes with a lot of preventative maintenance.
Here’s to the either devastating or liberating fact that no one will ever be able to know us as much as we know ourselves!
(please excuse me while I sobs audibly on bedroom floor)
I recently was driving through the country when I looked up and saw a truly terrifying sight. In perfect formation, what looked like a never-ending line of stars, moving slowly one after the other, marched through the night sky above me. I got out of my car and looked up, mesmerized and thinking to myself: damn it, I am not ready for an alien invasion right now! After calling my best extraterrestrial enthusiast friend, we concluded it was likely Space-X satellites, raining down their cancerous 5G electromagnetic fields onto the Earth. Sigh.
On second thought, let’s get that alien invasion going, ASAP.
Ethereal Ecology 