As a Consciously Awake Person, Are You Spreading “Fear” about the Coronavirus? What if We Concentrate on Shining our Light Instead of Contributing to the Darkness?

fearIn recent days, I have been amazed at how many (self-proclaimed) Consciously Awaken people (who identify with being lightworkers, star seeds, earth angels, empaths, or healers, etc.) are spreading “fear” about the Coronavirus, especially on social media, at a rapid rate! Some of these individuals specialize in energy work, others in homeopathic modalities, others in crystal healing, etc., – things that more enlightened people do or believe in, yet they are giving energy to, or really helping to fuel, the chaos and negativity associated with this “virus” and adding to the darkness, which is something an enlightened, or conscious person should recognize.

As people awaken or become conscious (others use the term “ascend”) we learn that our purpose (which can come in many forms or jobs here in the physical world) is to change the world (for the better) by raising first our vibration and then that of others, and in return the vibration on the planet where we live. (The world is not going to end, it is just changing and we need to learn to adapt.)

As people awaken, they start to understand that everything is energy. And just like we learned in school:  it cannot be created nor destroyed, it just changes forms.  You and me, as well as everything around us, is made up of energy. Positive energy vibrates at a higher frequency and negative energy vibrates at a lower frequency. Energy (positive or negative) can also manifest depending on what energy or attention is given to it.

In recent days American health officials have warned that the Coronavirus is likely to spread in communities in the United States. There are plenty of (un-checked) lists circulating on the internet as to what people “should be buying” right now. In some areas in the countsnap out of itry, some store shelves are empty. On the internet I’ve heard (Consciously-minded) people panicking about not being able to find surgical masks at their local stores and complaining why the stores didn’t stock such items ahead of time. I’ve seen others tag numerous family members on social media posts in the hopes that they are getting the message that the virus is coming.  Then there are the numerous articles and opinions circulation that haven’t exactly been fact-checked that people are sharing and re-posting. Do you see how these actions are adding to the fear?

No matter your thoughts on what is going on in the world right now with this virus or what may happen, (i.e. schools or places of business may close, curfews may be instated, make-shift clinics will be popping up, food and supplies may not make it over from other countries, or maybe that this is a tool being used to divide people, it’s a paradigm shift, a bioweapon or that it has to do with our government controlling us here in the US, or it has to do with politics or our relationship with China, or that maybe the government/pharmaceutical industry is trying to push vaccines, etc.,), you aren’t consciously awake if you are going off the deep end right now! Snap out of it! Focus on how you can help this situation. If you are Reiki attuned, send healing energy to those who are ill, or send protective energy to those who aren’t infected. Pray for peace. Be an example of “love” as love is the opposite of fear. If you work with any sort of healing modalities, keep using them and refining your craft. Heck, educate more people along the way on alternative ways that they can stay healthy. (You get the picture.) Even if you aren’t 100% sure how to assist others in healing or protection, intention is everything. And no matter what happens in the coming weeks or months, be ready to walk through the fire with your head high and your shoulders back, connected to your Higher Self/God/Source if need be, but in the meantime, don’t add to the panic and negativity that is spreading at a rapid rate. Shine your light to combat the darkness.

 

[Harlem] Wizards, Symbols and Signs and What about that Shade?

I am sharing this post with you so you can see how much those of us who are sensitive try to balance so much all at once while trying to act like nothing behind the scenes is going on. As well as how Spirit can help you out with even the little things.

Last night our school district put on a fundraiser where the Harlem Wizards performed and did some interactive activities with the audience. A day or two before the event, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to go as large crowds can still be exhausting to the Empath in me no matter how I protect myself. I asked that, “My family only still go to this event if we have a fun time and make a happy memory by going.”

Last night I got selected from the audience to play a game called “Shazam” which was like “Name that Tune” for theme songs to old T.V. shows. They gave a practice song at the beginning of the game.  It was the theme song to the show “Fresh Prince of Bell Air.” I saw the top half of Will Smith’s body dressed in 90s garb with his hat jumping out at me. I said, “DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince of Bell Air.” (I gave more than I needed to, but you get the idea of how the game works.

One of my children were also called up to play along. He was placed in front of a basketball hoop.  For every song that I named correctly, he was going to get to move closer to the basket in the hopes that he’d be close enough to make a basket and the end of the game and win a prize.

So much went through my head in a matter of seconds, which seemed much longer as I was taking care of so much at one time in my head. First, I was trying to listen to the directions that I was being given in front of a gymnasium full of people. At the same time, I threw up a request for some divine assistance. I asked that “I get most of the answers right and that I not make a fool of myself in front of this gym full of people.”

Winning the game was furthest from my mind as I don’t think that even registered at that point. I was more concerned about following directions and not falling flat in front of a gym full of people.  Technically we (those of us who have a strong gift of intuition) aren’t to use our “gifts” to win things that we benefit from (you don’t see a bunch of intuitives hitting it big in Vegas now, do you?), but I wasn’t asking to “win” just act with “dignity and grace” in front of the crowd.

When it registered that my son (who doesn’t like to be the center of attention) was also being called up and that he was going to have to make a basket in the game (and that basketball isn’t exactly his specialty, let alone in front of a gym full of people), I sent up another request that “I can do my best at this game so that he can get as close as possible to the basket.” Again, not for the sake of winning, but to spare him from not making it with all eyes on him. I asked that “he please have assistance in making the shot when it comes time.”

Playing “Shazam” with “Swoop” 1.18.2020

During all of this, the MC was doing his spiel and giving me and the crowd directions. (I was to relay on the audience to help me with answers if I needed assistance.) I was trying to keep one eye on my son but yet be alert enough to know what I was supposed to be doing, all while sending up a few requests to the other side…and then I felt it…the shade being thrown at me by two female individuals who were to the right of me in the audience, toward the center, in the bleachers. While being told where to stand by the MC, I asked that I not absorb the negativity that they were sending in my direction and that it be reflected back to them. (Which really, wasn’t the right thing for me to do. The protecting of my energy was, but what I should have done was ask that the negative energy that they were sending my way be turned into positive energy to help somebody who needed it.) Under the circumstances I didn’t think that far or rationally.

Harlem

Then the songs started and the game began and images started popping into my head. (The gift of Clairvoyance.) The first song was from the show “Golden Girls.” I got an image of the kitchen table and wall paper that was in the show. (Got that one right.) Next was the theme song from the show “Friends.” I first saw some letters that I couldn’t make out, and then some dots between the letters jumping out at me and then I saw the word “Friends.” (Got that one.) Then the theme song from “Full House” played. I saw a gray town house and then I saw hilly streets and a trolley, like you would find in San Francisco. (I got that one correct as well.) Next, the theme song from the show “Cheers” played. When the song started, I felt like I was sitting at a bar and looking at the door. First a man walked in who I didn’t recognize and then as I was blurting out the answer, I saw the character “Norm” pop up.

The next song, I had issues with but looking back, images were given to me. I saw a bring wall, a sidewalk and it was dark like it was at night. I also saw some kind of a moving line or conveyor belt. I knew the images that I was seeing, but I couldn’t interpret them. I tried asking the audience for the answer but due to the acoustics in the gym, I was unable to make out what they were saying. Time ran out and I didn’t get that answer correct. The answer was “Lavern & Shirley.” As I said, the images were right, I just didn’t know how to use them. In the beginning of the show, Lavern and Shirley are shown walking down the street arm in arm, at night, alongside a row of brownstones singing “schlemiel, schlimazel, hasenpfeffer incorporated!” They also worked at a beer factory in the show which was also shown at the beginning of each show.

The final song was from the show “Different Strokes.” I got an image of my children watching TV in my family room. In the image the TV was on and I saw the back of my kids heads. My kids recently were into watching Different Strokes and the Facts of Life. (One played right after the other.) I first answered “Facts of Life” based on the image I got but then quickly changed my answer to “Different Strokes.”

I got all but one answer correct. My son was able to take multiple steps closer to the basket to attempt his shot. I am happy to say that he made it!!!

It wasn’t until later in the evening when I got home that it hit me. I had assistance from the other side. (I still get “wowed” when this happens.) What I asked for help with was granted. I asked to not look like a complete fool and for my son to make the basket. Both were a success. More importantly we had a great time and made a great family memory.

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Mysterious Health Symptoms. Are they Mine? #EmpathLife

Time and time again throughout my so-called “Awakening Journey” I have struggled with knowing what health symptoms (and even emotions) are my own, or someone else’s.

As I have discussed in previous posts, I am an Emapth. An Empath has the ability to feel the thoughts, emotions, and energy of others. This can include physical symptoms as well.

The other day, I was on my way to visit a mentor of mine and out of nowhere, as I was driving, my left knee started to hurt. I felt a sharp pain and it was very noticeable. Though knee problems tend to run in my family, my knees have not been bothering me as of recently. With that said, every time I have or feel an ailment that comes on out of nowhere, my mind starts to spiral out of control….

“Is it a blood clot…”

“Wait… am I dehydrated? Maybe it is my lower leg that is hurting and not my knee…?”

“What if I can’t walk on my leg when I get where I am going…?”

“What if both of my knees start to hurt and it gets so bad that I have to pull over because I can’t drive…?”

You may be chuckling to yourself as you read the above thoughts that were racing through my head, but this is a glimpse into my world. I’ve had so many random ailments over the past few years that I go from 0 to 100 and then anxiety will come running in.

I tried to reason with myself that I would be seeing Mrs. A. soon and that she’d either help me with the pain or have a reason as to why I was in pain. (Mrs. A. specializes in Reiki, Energy Work and CranioSacral work and has been a wonderful mentor to me though out my awakening process.)

When I got to Mrs. A’s. office, she asked me what I’d like to do today, or what aliments I needed to fix. I explained to her that I have been feeling fine as of late, with the exception of my knee that started to hurt really bad on the way over. I did joke that maybe the pain isn’t mine, but I was sort of dismissing my comment.

Mrs. A. paused for a moment and said, “Nope. It isn’t your knee, it is someone else’s.” I was relieved to hear this, but I told her that I struggle with what is mine and what isn’t and how it puts me into panic mode sometimes.

Mrs. A. gave me a great tip that I have used ever since my visit with her. When I get an ailment, a pain, an emotion or a strange feeling that comes over me out of nowhere, she suggested that I ask if “Is this mine?” And if it isn’t mine that I should ask that it be put back in its proper space and time. Erin explained that if it was someone else’s ailment that I picked up, the ailment would go away. If it really is mine, well, then it would stay with me. So in the instance if the knee, I would say something like: “Is this pain in my knee mine? If it is not, please put it back in its proper space and time. Thank you.”

sickEver since learning this little tip, it has helped me tremendously. I do find that sometimes I need to ask more than once if the “ailment” is mine or not. By nature, I am a bit impatient and when things don’t go away in a split second I do find myself asking again. More times than not, I am freed of whatever is bothering me. There have also been times, when what I was feeling was really mine. For instance a few days after seeing Mrs. A. I didn’t feel very well. I asked that if my body aches where mine or not and went through the ritual of asking everything to be put back if it wasn’t mine. Well low and behold I did have a touch of the flu and no matter how many times I asked that the symptoms leave if they are not mine, they stayed until I was well again.

So the next time you aren’t sure if what you are feeling is really you or not, try asking if it is yours or not. And then ask that it be put back in it proper place and time. Be sure to say “Thank you” at the end of your ask. 😉

Warning: As an Empath, “Meeting Hangovers” Can Take Up To Two Days to Recover From

I belong to a local non-profit community organization and last night we had a meeting. It was our “end-of –year meeting” which goes longer than our normal monthly meetings. That particular meeting goes longer because we do a dinner and socialize at the beginning, conduct our usual meeting, vote on the following year’s Board Members, and then we divvy up the funds that we have raised throughout the year and disperse them to other causes and needs throughout the community. Last’s night meeting by no means was the longest meeting that we’ve ever had, but I was there for over three hours.

The group on a whole is a good group of people, though there are some interesting energies in the room. I don’t actually sit back and try to read the people in the room. I try to enjoy them for who they are, but from time to time I have found that I have been shown things about certain members. I also find myself “un-following” some fellow Club members on social media, but that is because I can’t handle some of the energy that they put out. It is nothing personal, I just can’t keep getting hit with negative funk.

Until just a few years ago, I didn’t realize that I was an Empath, or what traits came along with such a gift. Empaths  “sponge” all kinds of emotional and mental energy from other people – Good. Bad. And otherwise. I also didn’t know how to combat the “hangover” (a.k.a. Empath Fatigue) that I would experience post-large gatherings. When at Club meetings time and time again I find people coming up to me spilling some of their trials and tribulations to me and then I find myself thinking, “Wow! That was a lot they unloaded on me.” Big things. Things like marital troubles, work issues, health issues and financial stuff, just to name a few. One of the traits of being an Empath is to have people open up to them. Sometimes this can happen with people who need healing, other times I notice this comes from energy vampires.

I feel that I have gotten better (in my opinion anyway) about “bubbling up” and protecting or shielding myself, my energy, really, before walking into such large gatherings, but I still feel the aftereffects and the next day kick myself for not continuing to protect myself as much as I should during such events. (Cue Empath Hangover symptoms.) I also sometimes use, which I did last night, some Palo Santo Oil on myself prior to leaving the house. (I mix a few drops of Palo Santo oil in a small atomizer spray bottle with some distilled water and spray myself, as if putting up a wall of defense, and ask my guides and specific Archangels to protect me from negative energies. I feel that this helps with protecting myself from negative energies as well as psychic attacks.)

Between absorbing the energies in the meeting space, and being dumped on with people’s real problems and challenges, (and the occasional drop-in by Spirit), I find it hard to come home and just crawl into bed and go to sleep. I can’t “turn off” just like that. And by turn off, I literally mean turn my body off. I can feel it vibrate or pulse which I’ve come to understand as an energy overload. All of the energy that I have absorbed makes it hard to fall asleep and even stay asleep through the night. I’ve learned to try to cleanse myself (better yet, my Aura) by taking a shower when I get home. (I had this suggested to me awhile back from another lady who has some extraordinary gifts and I find it helps.) I also ground myself. Sometimes as I lay in bed rehashing things that happened through the evening that I can’t seem to let go of, I envision “cutting” a person or situation that is nagging my brain and watch whatever I cut, float away.

Meetings and any type of community service work can be a challenge for me. In one breath, I want to be out there helping people, in another, I find myself ducking out of largely attended events. Events that my take place in a community park or those that may serve a few hundred families in one day. It is too much for me still. I feel too much. I see too much. I can even take on symptoms of those around me. Sometimes I find fellow Club members giving me a questioning look as to why I am not signing up to do specific things. My secret (my gifts) are still a secret to most around town. Sill being in the closet has its challenges.  For example, there was an instance last night when the group was trying to decide how much money should go to which cause and organizations and I found myself blurting out “Does that particular one need that much money?” Followed by my head tingling and ears ringing. I’ll save this story for another day, but let’s just say that one organization that had some embezzlement issues a few years back is now miles ahead of where they used to be and I kept hearing – in my head – that the $500 that the Club was suggesting to donate to them should be knocked down to $250 and that the difference should go to X or Y organization instead. As you can imagine, it is sort of hard to explain to a room full of people that someone on the other side provided this info. (Someone from the other side who I think was at one time working overtime to make good on an embezzlement issue that she was a part of here in the physical world. Never mind that connecting with spirit can zap my energy as well.)

I’m not saying that I am doing everything correctly, but I am better off than what I was a few years ago with this. After a meeting or function, I still find that I am drained the next day. Nowadays the draining feeling lasts only about one day, when in the past, it could take me nearly two days to feel “normal” again. I’ve learned to not schedule anything important the next day, if possible. I’ve at least showered so far today. A few years ago I would have still had my sweat pants on in this point of the day, and considered it to be a “win” if the kids made it off to school and dinner was on the table by 5:00pm. Today I am showered, dressed half decently, and tackling my “to-do list” in a timely matter.

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The stories and topics that I share are as I have observed them, as I have lived them, and as they have happened to me, along my journey. They are not intended to hurt anybody and they are told as I have experienced them. I have also done my best to protect the identity of the subjects in my writings. If you find yourself reading something and suddenly question: “Is that about me?” If that is the case it probably is to some degree because there’s absolutely some kind of lesson in there for you.
If the topics or stories on my blog or in my other writings are not relatable to you, then it is not for you, at least not at this time. We are all in different places along our journeys. What resonates with some, won’t even touch on the surface for others.

You’re an Empath, Not Crazy!

I saw the image at the top of this post come across my Facebook Feed today. I got if off of a great page called: Empathy Welcome and as with most Empath related quotes and information that I see floating around. This one fits the bill. My poor husband many times thinks that I am either (1) hormonal or (2) refer back to #1, I’m just plain hormonal half the time because my moods can constantly change or body ailments can pop up out of the blue.

I can be going along one minute as though everything is fine and then – BOOM!!! I can start stomping around the house, slamming drawers, or at a drop of the hat start yelling at my kids for something that doesn’t quite deserve the high pitch shouting that is coming out of me. The kids, my husband and even the dog have witnessed this time and time again and have had to run for the hills.

….. And sometimes as quick as it started….. It’s done. Almost like “End Scene!”

And then what usually follows is….a nap! Why? Because I am spent. As if something or someone took over my body, made me run a marathon and then left! Left me with the leftovers!!

Let me give you some real examples as to how I have taken on other people’s energy or symptoms.

A few years ago, I got really angry one afternoon. Like really pissed off to the point I was starting to question why I was so angry. The kids were gone, my husband was at work. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on or happened. No family drama at the moment to speak of. Prior to the mood swing, I was having a really good day. The next day I see my neighbor outside while getting my mail. She comes over to chat and tells me that while meeting with lawyers the day before pertaining to her divorce, her soon-to-be Ex Husband (who was going along fine with the divorce process up until now) suddenly wants part of her 401K, part of the home that they lived in, (but she built and he never put a dime in for), and one of the cars that her son drives. She was livid. And really, I was too, the day before, but now I know why!

I remember one Sunday morning at Church I stopped in the ladies room before Service. When I got out of the stall, there was a woman standing at the sink sniffling with a tissue. I thought that maybe she was crying. While washing my hands I asked her if she was OK and she responds that she is suffering from a nasty cold that she can’t seem to get rid of. I wish her a good day. As I walk into Service to find my husband, I notice that suddenly my nose if running (though it wasn’t before we left the house that morning). I first thought to myself, shoot, now I’m getting sick. Within a few moments it hit me – I took a little of the lady in the restroom’s cold away from her. I took on her symptoms…The runny nose went away a few minutes later.

On a particular summer morning, my kids were having friends come over to play and the mom and I were going to hang out while they played. Prior to them arriving I would feel myself getting riled up a bit. Almost angry. I blamed those feelings on the fact that my house was filthy and if I took better care of the cleaning side of things, I’d be less stressed before people come over. Well, after everyone arrives and the kids are sent off to play, I find out that the mom is at her wits end with her children for none of them listening or behaving properly over the last few days, and low and behold her husband had been putting in a lot of time  in at work and not around the house a lot to help with the kids. After hearing what was going on, I got that little kick in my gut and thought to myself, “This is why I was so stressed this morning, never mind the house.”

One afternoon while walking down our block, I remember walking by a certain house and feeling the overwhelming sadness that the parents are feeling because their teen-aged children are always on the go and about to move out of the house for the next chapters of their lives. This was confirmed to me in a later conversation with one of the home owners as he was giving me a lecture reminding me to hang on to the moments that I have now with my kids while they are younger because once they get older, you’ll be sad that they are up and leaving.

Last April I remember sitting in my bathroom I remember feeling a strong sense of sadness and I couldn’t help but to keep thinking that “Life as we know it, will never be the same again.” Strong words, and well, some that can ignite panic. A day or so later at the bus stop I learned of a family in the neighborhood who lost their son a few evenings prior in an automobile accident. I called a friend of mine who was friends with this neighbor asking if she knew of the son’s passing. She didn’t. A few days later she phones me to thank me again for letting her know about the accident as she went over to visit the family. She shared with me that though the family was grieving, they knew that they would see their son again someday. And they now have to learn to figure out a ‘new normal’ because (according to what my friend said) they said, “Life as they know it will never be the same.”

(Sit on that one for a moment.)

Another morning while getting ready I started to feel really sluggish and out of it, which was odd because I thought that I had been eating well, drinking the necessarily liquids and actually got a decent night’s sleep. (A rarity, the sleep anyway.) Later that morning I went to get my hair done. While sitting in the chair, my stylist kept yawning and was noticeably tired. She complained of feeling fatigued and feeling out of it that day and thought that she might be coming down with something. After leaving the beauty shop and grabbing some lunch I felt totally fine.

Back in the fall of, or the latter half of 2015, I remember getting such an urge to stock pile bottled water, that it wasn’t even funny. We had the usual cases in the garage and periodically I kept adding to more and more cases in our front hall closet. It was to the point that my husband would make snide comments about it and I even had a friend and another time a relative give me a weird look when I opened up the hall closet door and they saw the inventory of water we had. (Again, insert snide comment towards me here.) It took me a while to put the pieces of this together, but what I think really happened with this situation was, (or what feelings I was feeling) were, well, Flint Michigan and their water crisis.

Now there are times when I don’t find this gift to be as exhausting and actually helpful in a sense. For example, one day my mouth kept hurting on a specific side. I noticed it again a day or so after when one of my children were with me. I asked, “Does the upper, left side of your mouth hurt you today?” The response was “Yes” in a matter-of-fact way. Well, later, we realized that my child’s upper molars were popping through — On the left side!

I’ve also been able to use this gift to feel when one of my children are about to get sick, for instance I can get a severe stomach ache before anyone mentions that they feel like they are going to throw up, or I can feel my nose start to itch or feel dry on one side or the other only to have one of my children come home from school to say that they were sent down to the Nurse’s Office that day for a bloody nose. (I’ve gotten so good at this game I’ll guess which side the nose bleed happened on before I later hear about it.)

I can also have my parents over for a visit and know that my Father’s back is hurting him because, well, mine will too. This helps me to know to keep the kids from playing too rough with him.

Being an Empath is a blessing and can feel like a curse, but as I learn to live with this gift, I feel lucky to have it.

What are some of your Empathic stories??

 

Journal Entry: 1/17/2016

My ears have been buzzing a lot since yesterday. I’ve had a lot of crown and third eye tingling.