Empathy is a word that most of us can relate to. Did I really just say that? Bad joke. Sorry, I should be taken out back and flogged with a wet noodle.
Bad, bad Nikki.
To empathize is a verb, but the first time I ever heard it used as a noun is a day I will never forget. I was sitting across from an acquaintance who, among other things, did Psychometry. That fascinates me. To do psychometry, I think you have to be part Astral Projector and part blood hound to pick up that energy scent. She assisted the police in solving their cases by touching an object and getting a glimpse of information, hopefully about the whereabouts of the owner. Naturally all of this was hush hush. After all, “What would people say if they knew the police used a psychic?”
Now Elaine had other gifts as well. She could see a person’s Aura and tell you a little bit about yourself. That day I had come for a reading that focused on my current life theme for this incarnation and she took me by surprise, by relaying her experience following me around at my last house party. She told me that as hostess of said soiree I would greet each new guest and my aura would change. Wot?
Let’s say Tom’s aura was pink with purple polka dots. (not really, but you get the idea) Mine became pink with purple polka dots. And Nancy? Well, Nancy had zebra stripes so mine became zebra stripes. In short, my aura changed with each new person I met. Weird, eh? Not for an Empath. Apparently, for us it’s normal. It’s what we do. I then received notice from Elaine on what my childhood must have looked like. Whoa! Spot on. How did I know it was unusual to hang out with every social group in high school from the jocks to the metal heads to the brainiacs to the punk rockers? I was in with everyone. I’m told that’s unusual.
So let’s review. Every person on the planet has an aura. Lots of neat information is stored there. Stuff like your bodies’ health issues, past life information, unfinished karmic stuff attached to this life, and of course, emotions. Deep seated emotions. Even the stuff you’ve combed over with a rake and shovel and thought you had buried. or worse yet – lied to yourself about while playing the denial game, or maybe they ride close to the surface. At any rate Empaths feel them, to the point it can be hard distinguishing somebody else’s’ stuff from their own, and as a child you can bet that screwed me up.
It also allowed me to see past the false bravado and bullshit that most people put up -or try to put out there as the ‘face’ they wish to show the world. Got my ass kicked plenty knowing stuff I shouldn’t have said out loud. Some people didn’t like that. Ah well. On the flip side it also enabled me to feel what was authentic and relate to my peers on a whole other level.
I’ve come to see people in some ways as being divided against themselves. They seem unaware that there is the personality or the emotions that people have –not unlike wearing articles of clothing on the body. Underneath all that however is the ageless self. That’s the part of us that comes along for the ride as the observer, watching without judgment all the soap operas and drama that the personality drums up. None of it is real, but in our minds we create the story and then we create the emotions generated from it. It’s all about point of view. All of it is real, and none of it is real. I mean if I go through life with yellow sunglasses, guess what? I color my perceptions in a swath of yellow, thus justifying my world view. So, what color sunglasses are you wearing?
In summary (yes we are nearing the end so you can refresh your tea):
Empaths feel everything. We feel the full spectrum of human emotion right down to the key of G. We feel you and it is how ‘I’ in large part experience my reality. I tune into whatever, whoever is around me and vibrate on that bat channel for awhile to get their flavour. Of course I do have my own frequency on the radio dial and I park it there once in awhile. The fact that we are all one makes it possible to do so, and at some later date when I’ve had enough wine and feel up to it, I’ll share what it’s like to have a visit with the dearly departed after they’ve shed their personality and their real self is revealed.
You, I, WE are beautiful baby. (just in case no one’s told you lately)