Empaths

[Phoenix1304]

I’ve seen it mentioned in posts that there are a number of empaths on Avalon and I would like to invite you to this thread for some sharing and advice.

In my case empathy has been something of an affliction and I did not fully wake up to it until quite recently.

I was actually told I was an empath, in my twenties, following an incident in Sedona with a medicine woman (how new age can you get?) I will share if anyone wants to know, but I really didn’t get it, I didn’t really know what it meant. She said ‘if you don’t learn to control it, it will toss you about like a leaf in the wind”. I should have asked her how I could control it, but I suppose I was slack-jawed and still completely unaware that the roller-coaster of emotional turmoil I had lived until then was not all about just little ole mixed up me.

Fast forward thirty years and finally beginning to get it. I realised that I have been susceptible my whole life, starting with my parents and siblings. Thinking about it now, that was probably why I used to retreat to play the piano and seek to spend time alone. If I was a radio, I ‘d have a very loose dial, so whatever gets close to me draws the dial to its frequency and I start resonating to that, my personal frequency gets tuned out, drowned out.

I can also experience how someone was feeling from sitting in the same chair after them, I sense people’s energies in my home long after they’ve left and I’m also strangely aware of when people close to me have been with other people, like I sense their energies on them and how it influences their behaviour.

Once, a work colleague, put their hand on my back and I burst into tears, trying to control the sobs and feeling so embarrassed because I had no clue where it had come from or what was happening to me, but the deepest sorrow overwhelmed me and the tears flowed. I learned, the next day, that this individual had been experiencing deep inner sorrow. But not before spending the night deeply concerned about my sanity.

Another time, at a dinner party, I suddenly felt so pained that tears rolled down my face for another embarrassing hour of everyone looking askance at me, and of course I could offer no explanation for the endless stream of tears, or the twisting pain that engulfed me. Now it dawns that I was sitting next to someone whose daughter was dying of cancer at the time. It was a revelation. That’s why she watched me so fascinated as her pain rolled down my cheeks. Tears that I could do nothing to stop. Our eyes met deeply a couple of times, though at no time did I realise it was her pain, just further embarrassment that she had reason to be weeping, not I. There are no words, pictures, insights as far as I’m aware, only emotional pain. Perhaps if I wasn’t so concerned about why “I” was feeling this way, I might see why ‘they’ are feeling that way!

My preference for solitude is because, but for a rare few people, that are sane and well, I don’t really feel peaceful unless I’m alone and even then it’s hard to get away from the impact of others’ energies whether it be their car alarms, raised voices, or the thumps and clunks of neighbours going about their business, that I seem to find abnormally disturbing.

Sometimes I feel like screaming for peace! Sometimes I long to be among a cloister of peaceful silent nuns!, but I know I must be, and have been, very much a part of the world with all it’s madness and haste.

I imagine rage, for example, is in a frequency that may contain all the angry thoughts anyone ever had, despair and quieter, subtle emotions also have their loaded frequencies and once tuned in I put my own unique mental spin on it and expand the frequency. This is how I often ended up taking other people’s ‘stuff’ as my own. Making it my own in fact. It makes me wonder how many depressives are actually empaths and just don’t know it.

Given some extended time alone, a bit of yoga and meditation, I can find balance. But I’m still struggling in company. I frequently experience a smiling face and convivial behaviour as a mask to underlying anguish, the British can be so stoic which can be quite confusing for an unaware empath! I’m finding social interractions increasingly testing, now that I’m more aware of it and most everyone is in some kind of despair due to the vile leadership humanity is having to endure.

I am in the process of trying to find an effective way to close myself down or neutralise receiving the energetic imprints of others’ emotional states, or physical discomfort associated with illness, maybe they have stronger waves. Joy is strong too, but then that isn’t a problem! (or as common in adults, : ( ). Sending out light and love from my heart centre can be helpful, to stay in my own frequency and to try and positively effect theirs, but too often I’m already too ‘out of whack’ to even think of it. Smudging at home helps a lot too.

I’m getting better a recognising when I am being pulled out of my own frequency, but it’s often too late, as I say, for anything other than a deep breath, like trying to bolt the door after the horse has already bolted all over my chakra system and left me reeling like that proverbial leaf tossed in the wind.

I’ve visited some sites on the internet by young empaths that are busy turning their ‘gift’ into a business - I’m not inclined to pay anyone $120 to discuss it, as sad to say, the old ‘put a bubble around yourself’ and grounding exercises usually suggested have been of little use to me.

Also, I don’t know if it’s connected, but I often wake with a deep feeling of sadness and the desire to weep. Yesterday, I quelled it with ‘no, I’m not going there’, other times I just ‘let it go’ and have a good cry, to kind of purge it, but I’m so tired of the sadness and weeping as if for the world and feel emotionally exhausted a lot of the time.

Okay so that’s a bit about how I feel about it, I don’t think of it as an ability or a gift, it’s only ever been a problem for me. I’d appreciate the input of any ‘old hands’, and perhaps some sharing of your experiences and how it affects you, how you shield yourselves and hopefully any good positive use you have found for it. As far as I’m concerned, empathy with those that are suffering is of little use when you just feel as bad as they do.

[Sérénité]

Its easier once you learn to distinguish your own feelings from those being projected onto you, but its still hard isnt it!

I never get lonely being alone, im not a recluse by any means, but its just the only time Im truly myself. Its nice to just switch off and 'get lost' in your own thoughts and feelings, knowing for sure they are your own!
I do see it as a curse. People dont even have to speak, I know how theyre feeling just by being in their presence. You can see it in their eyes and aura. It makes it hard to be around certain people. Especially the angry ones or the energy vampires, they turn a simple coffee and chat into what feels like an hour in the ring with Mike Tyson.

I too have so far found no way of shutting off or putting the bubble around me. Thankfully Im naturally upbeat, so it doesnt take me long to snap out of it, but it can be so draining at times and it would be nice if anyone has any tips and techniques to share?

[Tesla_WTC_Solution]

A Spirit Journey for Tired Empaths

May you close your eyes, distance yourself from the clamor for a moment.
You are soaring, like a carefree bird, riding the wind toward a peaceful place. There is sand below you first, then water.
The air feels cool between your feathers and the sun feels warm upon your back. There is nothing holding you except the sky.
You can hear the other seagulls calling, but it's a non-intrusive, joyous sound. Your heart beats gladly.
The sad feelings dissolve when you hear the calling, like clouds breaking up in rays of sunlight after a storm.
Your brethren are restoring you. You hear pride and companionship in their cry, no sadness.
You are the king of the air and the sea. In your element nothing can harm you, because the storm has passed away over the horizon.
Your wings are strong and your heart is light. The other birds cry once more, and begin to scatter out over the ocean.
You descend toward the water in a wide, leisurely circle, and see the waves stretching out forever, light playing over them as far as the eye can see.
It seems to take a lifetime to reach the waves, but it's the best life. It's your life. And you are so proud to be alive. Your wings are strong.
Your feet want to feel the water. Suddenly you are skipping across the waves, strong wings holding you steady, feet pounding the surf.
And then, like the most graceful sailing ship with billowing white glory, you nest into the top of a wave and ride the ocean.
You can close your eyes again, and feel the waves carrying you from top to bottom, high and low. You are safe. There is no danger, no one to see.
There is the rich salty smell of the ancient waters of the whole world in one place. There is the sound of tiny fish leaping from the wavetops.
They have lived here for a million million years and will live here for a million million more. This is the place of plenty, the place of complete happiness.
You are so hungry. You have waited such a long time for this place. You have traveled so far and for so long to find it.
The salt of the ocean breeze, the taste of tender fish in your beak, the innocence of the tickling waves around your feet. It is wonderful.
It's as if you've known this place all your life. It was there before your life. It was there for the beginning of your life. And it is here now.
You don't have to search any more. There is no journey, no more waiting. All around you is the blue and the gold and the silver and white of purity.
Nature whispers its deepest secrets to you through the ripples, the lurching waves, the tiniest droplet of water hitting the surface of the sea.
Without words, you become wise. And the wisdom is letting go of what you knew before, to be yourself and to be everything noble.
There is no shame. There is no size. There is no "place" in this place except itself. The ocean welcomes you with arms eternally open.
When you are full and satisfied, you close your eyes. When you open them again, a storm has appeared on the horizon.
But you are a clever bird, and your strong white wings, like the sails of a great ship, lift you high and far.
You are safely gone before the storm has even thought of coming. It sleeps also, deep black cloud dreams rumbling in its head.
But you are awake. You know who you are. And over the thunder you hear the cry of a bird, the most beautiful sound. It is your voice.
Like a trumpet call to greet the setting sun flaring up in scarlet, your voice rises to heaven.
And find yourself standing at the edge of the ocean on human feet. And your feet carry you away from the edge of the water, through the warm sand.
And the storm is always behind you, with the dawn ahead of you. Your wings will wait until you need them again.
The ocean, our mother, whispers her secrets still, beneath the unquiet clouds. You can hear her wishing you well as your journey begins again.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ____

I hope you are feeling better after reading this,
Your story -- you are not alone.

[Shannow]

I appreciate your post, can't offer a lot of help, but can tell you something that I found to be particularly distressing.

Back in the day (20 years ago), with people I cared about, and friends, I could do lots of that stuff, particularly identify on a sketch what they were feeling and where, and "purple" the pain away (my visualisation technique at the time), including some pretty massive migraines that my partner was prone to. Intense "purpling",and static would transfer too.

As a mechanical engineer, I was the go-to guy, as I could diagnose car issues during discussion...e.g. told one guy that his catalytic converter had disintegrated and was clogging his muffler. Point on a plan as to where to look for a failure on the plant.

Uncomfortable in large groups, as there was often a swirling, seething, rolling energy that was either too buoyant, or upsetting, and trying to follow five discussions at a time.

Mother in Law in terminal last days of Cancer was nearly my undoing. Walking into the hospital room, I could feel both her desperation to live (she was pretty well unconscious most times then), and my energy leaving. People took me as sulky/surly, but I could scarcely function. Honestly feel that I came close to succumbing at the time, and was blaming the woman posthumously for psychic vampirism (not intentionally on her part).

Took me a while to talk to my partner (couldn't tell her that I thought her Mum had nearly killed me), and she suggested that I was capable of delivering energy, and that she believed that there was a transfer taking place. Took a year + for it all to start to resolve.

Don't know what happened, whether something broke, I turned something off, but I can still "feel" machines, but not people.

Obviously, you'll never know what circumstances that you will come across, but please be careful of being around the dying.

[Phoenix1304]

Posted by Tesla_WTC_Solution (here)
A Spirit Journey for Tired Empaths

May you close your eyes, distance yourself from the clamor for a moment.
You are soaring, like a carefree bird, riding the wind toward a peaceful place. There is sand below you first, then water.
The air feels cool between your feathers and the sun feels warm upon your back. There is nothing holding you except the sky.
You can hear the other seagulls calling, but it's a non-intrusive, joyous sound. Your heart beats gladly.
The sad feelings dissolve when you hear the calling, like clouds breaking up in rays of sunlight after a storm.
Your brethren are restoring you. You hear pride and companionship in their cry, no sadness.
You are the king of the air and the sea. In your element nothing can harm you, because the storm has passed away over the horizon.
Your wings are strong and your heart is light. The other birds cry once more, and begin to scatter out over the ocean.
You descend toward the water in a wide, leisurely circle, and see the waves stretching out forever, light playing over them as far as the eye can see.
It seems to take a lifetime to reach the waves, but it's the best life. It's your life. And you are so proud to be alive. Your wings are strong.
Your feet want to feel the water. Suddenly you are skipping across the waves, strong wings holding you steady, feet pounding the surf.
And then, like the most graceful sailing ship with billowing white glory, you nest into the top of a wave and ride the ocean.
You can close your eyes again, and feel the waves carrying you from top to bottom, high and low. You are safe. There is no danger, no one to see.
There is the rich salty smell of the ancient waters of the whole world in one place. There is the sound of tiny fish leaping from the wavetops.
They have lived here for a million million years and will live here for a million million more. This is the place of plenty, the place of complete happiness.
You are so hungry. You have waited such a long time for this place. You have traveled so far and for so long to find it.
The salt of the ocean breeze, the taste of tender fish in your beak, the innocence of the tickling waves around your feet. It is wonderful.
It's as if you've known this place all your life. It was there before your life. It was there for the beginning of your life. And it is here now.
You don't have to search any more. There is no journey, no more waiting. All around you is the blue and the gold and the silver and white of purity.
Nature whispers its deepest secrets to you through the ripples, the lurching waves, the tiniest droplet of water hitting the surface of the sea.
Without words, you become wise. And the wisdom is letting go of what you knew before, to be yourself and to be everything noble.
There is no shame. There is no size. There is no "place" in this place except itself. The ocean welcomes you with arms eternally open.
When you are full and satisfied, you close your eyes. When you open them again, a storm has appeared on the horizon.
But you are a clever bird, and your strong white wings, like the sails of a great ship, lift you high and far.
You are safely gone before the storm has even thought of coming. It sleeps also, deep black cloud dreams rumbling in its head.
But you are awake. You know who you are. And over the thunder you hear the cry of a bird, the most beautiful sound. It is your voice.
Like a trumpet call to greet the setting sun flaring up in scarlet, your voice rises to heaven.
And find yourself standing at the edge of the ocean on human feet. And your feet carry you away from the edge of the water, through the warm sand.
And the storm is always behind you, with the dawn ahead of you. Your wings will wait until you need them again.
The ocean, our mother, whispers her secrets still, beneath the unquiet clouds. You can hear her wishing you well as your journey begins again.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ____

I hope you are feeling better after reading this,
Your story -- you are not alone.

Made me weepy! LOL Mostly because you took the time to write that and for your compassion. Thank you.

[Phoenix1304]

Posted by Sérénité (here)
Its easier once you learn to distinguish your own feelings from those being projected onto you, but its still hard isnt it!

I never get lonely being alone, im not a recluse by any means, but its just the only time Im truly myself. Its nice to just switch off and 'get lost' in your own thoughts and feelings, knowing for sure they are your own!
I do see it as a curse. People dont even have to speak, I know how theyre feeling just by being in their presence. You can see it in their eyes and aura. It makes it hard to be around certain people. Especially the angry ones or the energy vampires, they turn a simple coffee and chat into what feels like an hour in the ring with Mike Tyson.

I too have so far found no way of shutting off or putting the bubble around me. Thankfully Im naturally upbeat, so it doesnt take me long to snap out of it, but it can be so draining at times and it would be nice if anyone has any tips and techniques to share?

Thank you. Yes, making that distinction is the tricky bit, I have a clue when the emotion is extreme and sudden, but the subtler stuff is very difficult. Like you I'm naturally upbeat, but don't snap out of it easily. Energy vampires are attracted to me and tell me what fabulous energy I have! By which time I usually don't have any left. People offload their stuff on a regular basis. I don't see auras, but I know they're there! I never feel lonely either, in fact I long for solitude and can't get enough of it and am in serious danger of becoming a happy recluse.

Let's hope there's some empath adepts ready to share some solutions. I'm really hoping there is some beneficial use for this extraordinary and troublesome sensitivity.

[Sérénité]

Its funny you mention the vampires coming to you, its true I believe they are naturally attracted to sensitives, easy prey! I try to avoid them at all costs now, you can literally feel the energy being sucked from you and the headache appearing.
My christmas card list has decreased rapidly since I now swerve the vamp and negative people I'd manage to acquire over the years...certain family members are the ones I need the solutions for though, that or a long distance one way ticket

[Phoenix1304]

Posted by Shannow (here)
I appreciate your post, can't offer a lot of help, but can tell you something that I found to be particularly distressing.

Back in the day (20 years ago), with people I cared about, and friends, I could do lots of that stuff, particularly identify on a sketch what they were feeling and where, and "purple" the pain away (my visualisation technique at the time), including some pretty massive migraines that my partner was prone to. Intense "purpling",and static would transfer too.

As a mechanical engineer, I was the go-to guy, as I could diagnose car issues during discussion...e.g. told one guy that his catalytic converter had disintegrated and was clogging his muffler. Point on a plan as to where to look for a failure on the plant.

Uncomfortable in large groups, as there was often a swirling, seething, rolling energy that was either too buoyant, or upsetting, and trying to follow five discussions at a time.

Mother in Law in terminal last days of Cancer was nearly my undoing. Walking into the hospital room, I could feel both her desperation to live (she was pretty well unconscious most times then), and my energy leaving. People took me as sulky/surly, but I could scarcely function. Honestly feel that I came close to succumbing at the time, and was blaming the woman posthumously for psychic vampirism (not intentionally on her part).

Took me a while to talk to my partner (couldn't tell her that I thought her Mum had nearly killed me), and she suggested that I was capable of delivering energy, and that she believed that there was a transfer taking place. Took a year + for it all to start to resolve.

Don't know what happened, whether something broke, I turned something off, but I can still "feel" machines, but not people.

Obviously, you'll never know what circumstances that you will come across, but please be careful of being around the dying.

Thank you for sharing. It's wonderful that you have this connection with machines, how very useful! I have it with animals too, I know what they want and have had many telepathic experiences with them. And like machines, they're not taking from you. It seems somehow you managed to shut it off for your own protection after the mother-in-law incident. Or your spirit guides did, though I'm not as sure as I used to be about the spiritual help, thanks to all the Archon talk, my confidence in the spiritual support system has been badly shaken as I now wonder why for every joy in life there seems to be some shattering disappointment or pain in hot pursuit.

I don't particularly care if we go off topic as this is a spiritual forum and nothing is really separate from anything else, so let me share this.

I had a dream I have never forgotten, not long after my leg was pretty badly smashed up in a motorcycle accident in my youth. It went like this:

I'm in a large hall where there is a multitude of figures in hooded robes, two arched doorways. A hooded figure on the podium points the finger at me and they all wheel round to look at me, hostile. "She doesn't BELIEVE', says the figure on the podium and I am suddenly swept up onto the shoulders of two massive, muscular men who race towards the wall and smash me into it. I am bleeding and stagger out the exit archway where a sneering individual that has no sympathy whatsoever orders me to drink a fluorescent pink liquid. Blood is pouring from my broken teeth and I beg him 'please, please, no more physical pain, as much emotional pain as you like, but no more physical pain'.

So did I ask for this? Certainly, since that time, I have been spared major physical pain, only minor cuts and so on. I've never even been stung by a bee. But emotionally, 'nuff said!

Just thought I'd share that in case anyone has a take on that dream, and also regarding the Archon thing, I would like to actually see the passages in the gnostic gospels that refer to them, couldn't find it at the website that has the texts on view, all I hear is interpretations of the alleged passages, I'd like to see for myself.

After more than 40 years of metaphysical study, practice and so on, I had 20 blissful years of confidence and certainty about the nature of life after death, but nowadays I'm less sure of everything. The beginning of wisdom Confucious might say, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it.

I didn't quite understand your line 'intense purpling and static would transfer'. Can you elaborate, and also the purpling technique that may be useful to some of us perhaps?

[Shannow]

The purpling was what I used to call it when better half asked WTF I did to her migraine.

Breathe deeply, with closed eyes, and there's a patch of purple somewhere. Try to draw that into central vision, moving your closed eyes to get the effect, and when it's fairly central, concentrate on it, looking to infinity into the purple. Will "burst" into greens and oranges, and you keep trying to see the purple in the burst, centralise it, and focus through it, until it is nearly your whole field of vision, maybe a light blue fringe, but purple mostly.

When it's stable, you can use it. I used it as a kid to "hide" lying there and thinking my thoughts, I liked the colour. Later used it for making myself feel better.

Later still, thought that I could "send" purple into problems with people (e.g. partner's migraine). Not sure if it wasn't sending something else (e.g. pain) to the purple. Fevers dropped, children slept sort of thing...not sure which direction it travelled. Occasionally could generate electric like "sparks".

Better half could sometimes pick up that I was doing it when I felt that she was sad.

LOL, when looking for the colour, found this



Am only recently finding myself on weekend lie ins starting to get comfortable with purple again. Have a new job,and am not as connected to scarred energies as I was a month ago.

[Phoenix1304]

Thanks Shannow. It reminds me of St. Germain's 'violet flame'. It's a good vibration, I hadn't thought of using colours. Maybe a purple bubble will work guys! I'll be trying it.

[Sérénité]

Purple is a very strong and powerful colour, it is definitely good as a use for psychic and intuitive focusing tools. From shades of more relaxing lavender and lilacs its a great spiritual colour for inspiration and healing. Purple is linked to the crown chakra, connecting to universal energy.

It can also be overwhelming too when overly used, its the only colour our eyes dont adjust to as being 'natural'. It triggers receptors that other colours dont.

I think we all resonate with colours without realising and some colours are more favourable to us than others. I use gold for protection. I imagine sprinkling gold dust around love ones for protection, or a sparkling gold cloud around a place or person that needs help. Sorry Im going totally of topic here!

Never underestimate the power of colour

Maybe I should take my own advice here and use a purple or gold bubble? Worth a try Phoenix?!

[4evrneo]

Wow. I really feel like I am reading my own words Phoenix1304! Everything you are saying rings true with me too.
I cant tell you how many times I have crumbled from others pain and sadness.

The only thing I have found to work for me when I am around others or a big group of people is a glass of red wine. Seriously!

Other times I am just fine and it feels as if it is turned off but I have no idea how it was done. I am honestly so busy sometimes that it is hard for me to be aware of subtle nuances of how it is or isnt working.

The hardest part for me is that I lost the love of my life because of it. I think some people are intimidated by that ability to pick up on true emotions that they supress or try to keep to themselves. I guess in the past couple years I have learned who to talk to about it and who wouldn't handle it well. So for me, it's my kids and one best friend is the only ones that I talk to about it. It does make for some lonely times and a yearning for nature and solitude. But my compassion draws me to people so I guess it's a balancing act for sure.

I am like a magnet to most animals also. I am not able to see aura's but have been told my aura is a bright emerald green. Have also been told many times I should be a healer and would be a natural but I have no way to afford the classes to learn this.

I am just as lost when it comes to knowing how to handle it properly but It makes me feel a little better knowing there are others experiencing the same things.

Thank you all for sharing!

Bless,

[4evrneo]

Thank you Sérénité and Shannow!
I am going to try the color purple

[Chip]

Ok, I can relate to this
I have lived with the depressively lonely feeling and the frightening angst when I'm around people. Picking up on all the collective emotions and thoughts is overwhelming.
I learned that part of my discomfort was from fear of not knowing how to communicate in this environment. I became a reader and took notes about what I needed to learn in order to speak my thoughts that I found were very common "complaints" and "ignorances" that many had in common. The minor differences were their individualized egos but the majority had similar views "thoughts". I studied and read. After a while, I noticed that I had less issue in crowds simply because I knew that I could communicate all the issues and drama that I sensed. Even though I hardly ever had too.
Another thing I still practice is meditation. This you will find easy enough, as I did. I found out a long time ago the importance of physical disciplines in creating a better frequency or channel to communicate with "Self/Soul" or who you really are. So I started meditating during my morning jogs. I then started meditating during other activities that challenged me to reach a that "state", ie. in line at grocery store, stuck in traffic etc etc
I hope these ideas help you. I know the burden well. Stay strong and know that you are capable of anything.
Peace

[Mercedes]

Beautiful Tesla. Love it. Thank you.

[CD7]

I feel these 'things' around crowds or around an emotional charged individual--similar to what some have expressed already, and if a person gets good at focusing on the origins to understand and not to react there much better off.

However in addition to being sensitive outside of oneself, I also experience a sensitivity within. Its an internal 'feeling' that goes very deep. Sometimes it seems like feeling the (glue) connection behind it all which is like feeling the weight of a heck of ALOT MORE then just sensing one's own self. Am I confusing?? Trying to use the best werds!
At times...its like I feel the weight of millions and are talking through them--I know I am not the only one

To feel such a thing makes a person realeyes the gravity of the situation. It spans so much..like Ive said before--its so MASSIVE its invisible <------invisible ink


SO Cheers to being an Empath! May you feel untill the cows come home!

[scanner]

I seem to see things that others cannot . I don't mean as in sight seeing if that makes sense . I mean as in feelings or intuition , some times I scare myself ,I can be very accurate .

[Asyloth]

Even though I know it's a precious gift, it feels like a burden in this world.
It is because our world is very sick and most of the people are wandering around with very sick feelings...
Whether it's jalousy, hatred, manipulation, rage, control, frustration, egocentrism, selfishness, greed and above it all, ignorance.

And we can either try to fight these feelings or try to ignore it, but one way or another, we're always the ones deeply affected by it.

[TigaHawk]

Yay i am not alone!

I have no clue how to focus it, tune it or controll it... It very much sucks at times as it feels like my moods and feelings are dependant on how everyone around me is feeling. Even moreso when i am with a friend whom i've gone out of my way to ensure are happy... only for them to get a phonecall which puts them in a horribly sour and upset mood... i am confuzed as to why i feel like that with no real reason to feel like that. It also leaves for me to be used and abused because of my kindness... i tend to focus alot on making other people happy to which some people definately take advantage of me with.

I thin i may be able to project my feelings back onto them, tho i'd have only done this twice. I think i have an idea on how to do it but it requires alot of focus and definately not something i'd be able to do on a whim, my mind and my heart have got to be in the right place if that makes sense? My heart can be the easy bit, but my brain is an entirely different story.

I think way too much, my brain is very overactive. At one point when i wasnt thinking about stuff it would turn into a jukebox and start playing random songs (which got annoying, tho i havent had much of that recently..) The best way to describe it would be a conversation or a thought as a straight line... as you talk/think about it i'll hear or think of one part of it, then branch off onto that, expand into it and branch off again on different posability's or ideas involving that, then something from the main conversation will snap it back to the main line. repeat many, many many times. I often forget things people say in conversations because of it, definately not because im not listening, but because i cannot focus on what they are saying becuase it's not just the conversation im processing, it's many many many things.

Back to the projecting my feelings onto someone - when i was focused and thinking/feeling on 1 person, i've had them react at the same time - once was extreme pain and sadness to which my mother left work immeditely to come and see me as she just knew something was wrong. The other was extreme love, to which the person responded with a text message to what i was feeling - an exact reply to what i was feeling, not a coincidance, it was specific.


tho i have had the thought i may be empathic i've dismissed it and just put it down to being a very emotional person whom wears their heart on their sleeve. Tho now i am reconsiddering this.


Another thing - how many of you have difficulty's expressing what you are feeling with words? This can seem an impossible task, as what im feeling combined with how my brain goes supercharged, i find myself trying to say something, but it feels like thousands of words are running through my head at once and i cannot pick or send what i want to express to my mouth. I often get quite frustrated, i start to get upset and angry because i cant get what i want to say out, then teary.. then i just give up and go silent.


Thankyou for your imput as well - it's put a different perspective on how i see things, like looking at a puzzell from a different angle and allowing you to see you allmost had the piece in the right spot.

[Flash]

I was at a restaurant with a friend of mine who is an empath. She was sitting beside me. She suddenly said "oh, that is painful, sorry christine, oh, that is real painful" I had to explain what I had, and told her to stop it, that I wanted to enjoy my lunch without thinking about the pain. We laugh and she stopped. I do not know how she did it, but usually she can stop.

In fact, I do think lots of us are empaths, but we stop it because of the pain involved, emotional or physical. Feeling somebody else, or seeing/hearing their thoughts may be quite frightful, and more when one is a child. I think many of us have blocked it in childhood.