A Reminder that Clairvoyant Images can be Metaphors

I had a situation occur just this past weekend that reminded me that clairvoyant images can be metaphors and that those visions are necessarily to be taken literally all of the time.

I am Clairvoyant. Clairvoyance is the psychic sense of sight. It literally means “clear seeing.” A Clairvoyant can see things from both the past as well as the future.

The other night was our last night in a hotel room during an out-of-town stay. The room was cool and the T.V. was on in the background. While drifting off to sleep, I got a vision of our house back at home. Because I was falling asleep, I felt like this was a dream. In my vision, the garage door was left wide open. As I saw this, I felt a knot in my stomach and some adrenaline shoot through my body as we have been gone for two days now and the thought of leaving my house wide-open like that made me feel very uncomfortable.

stolen tvIn the vision, I walked through the open garage and into our house. I looked around and saw that our house looked ransacked and our television was gone. I recall that I made the kids go outside and wait and then I walked alongside some policemen to evaluate what else had happened or was taken from inside my home. The vision ended there.

After the vision, (my eyes wide open at this point) I said an extra prayer of protection for our home. I told myself that if our garage was open for two days that one of our neighbors would have called or texted me – hopefully.

After being asleep for a few hours, I woke in the middle of the night to what I thought was a car alarm going on and off a few times. I remember feeling groggy. I also remember visualizing my husband laying in the bed next to me (which he was because we had our kids with us) with his car keys in his pocket and him laying on them, making the panic alarm go off and on. I then drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, we get up and I have a cup of coffee and we hit the road. (My husband found some Starbucks coffee in the hotel and brought it up to the room. I don’t drink Starbucks coffee very regularly. I find it to be too strong for me, but when that is all there is, you make do.)

As we are leaving, we head to the parking garage with the kids and throw our luggage into the back of his vehicle.  As he put the key in the ignition, I see him looking at his dashboard funny and I ask if he has enough gas? He replies “yes” but then I still see him still eyeing the dashboard funny.  I then look over and see that the dashboard reads something about the anti-theft devise was detected because of an attempt to break-in. We look at each other and think, Oh! wow! I think we both thought that because it said “attempt” that nothing had really happened to his vehicle the evening before. He claimed that the vehicle was locked all night and I was pretty sure that I had heard him lock things up before we left the vehicle the last time.

car-break-in-riskAs we pull out of the parking garage, I started to feel anxious, I blamed it on too much caffeine in the Starbucks coffee that I just had. Then… about 15 min later, I look down at his console. He normally has a few dollars of quarters sitting there for parking purposes. I notice there was just one sitting there. I asked him if he took or used the quarters and he said no. He then asked if I did. I had not. I then checked the glove box and the console compartment. The glove box looked untouched, but the center console looked like someone “swished” things around as everything looked disheveled but we didn’t notice anything actually missing. In my mind, I kept seeing a male hand in the vehicle.

Then, like a ton of bricks, it hits me!

I had the vision of my house being robbed last night and then this happened. The house was just symbolism or a metaphor. Perhaps the garage door being open was also symbolism for the vehicle being unlocked? And my TV being taken was a metaphor for our property or something that was ours or of value. Wow!! I had also recalled the sound of the car alarm in the middle of the night. My husband said that he didn’t hear anything, but he sleeps through anything. I haven’t had a chance to ask if anyone else staying at the hotel (we were there with a group we know) had heard anything or not. (The night before I had heard singing in the street below us in the middle of the night but nobody else in our group had heard it. I do have clairaudient abilities, but that isn’t the focus of this blog post.)

 When we arrived home, I quickly went into the house to see if anything was out of place or gone. Everything was just how we left it two days before. I was reminded that images and visions aren’t always to be taken literally and that sometimes the images that I get are metaphors for something else.

 

I’ve heard of the “Freshman Fifteen” but Nobody Mentioned the “Awakening 15” to Me!

scaleIt is fair to say that my “Awakening” started at least two to three years ago to my knowledge. And with the Awakening has come many health issues, symptoms, including fatigue, and last but not least, weight gain. Nobody mentioned the weight gain to me! I have honestly packed on nearly 15. It may not sound like much to some, BUT it is noticeable to me and my wardrobe.

I have gone through ups and downs with weight, including post-baby weight. I’m also not a Spring Chicken anymore so things do change, but in the first year of me knowing I was in the Awakening process I probably gained 5 pounds. (Not horrible.) But this past two years I have packed on another 10!!! I go through my phases of exercising and physical activity but when I am off the wagon, as I am now, it is so hard to climb back on.

I know that there is a lot playing into this weight gain. Never mind the fatigue that I have experienced from my body changing or re-wiring itself over the past few years. Or the fatigue I experience after the Adrenalin rush of a spirit anxiety attack. And then, as an empath, I can take on different symptoms, like fatigue, from other people.  I know that extra weight is used as a protection mechanism.

I have read that during the Awakening process that the body can feel an influx of energies that are unfamiliar to it, and when the body is confused, or feels under attack, it seeks to defend itself, and one way it does that is by creating another layer of energy for protection – a.k.a. fat.  The body will use fat or mass in order to block out unfamiliar energies. I suppose that this makes sense, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that I like it.

I have also learned that emotionally, we sometime put on weight like a layer of protection. We use it like bubble warp from the world. (I suppose keeping an awakening and spiritual gifts from others around you would potentially call for the feeling of extra protection.)

Then there are the cravings and coping mechanisms of food. Carbs are my favorite. Then sugar and salt like to work hand and hand. Alcohol is also my friend. Besides there is always a reason to be having a drink. (Right now it is patio drinking season.) Patio Drinking Season usually follows Halloween candy (and parties) in the neighborhood, followed by Thanksgiving then the rest of the holidays that seem to be a food fest and surrounded by alcoholic beverages – party as a coping mechanism to deal with family and relatives.

Regardless as to why this is happening to me right now, I feel like I’m helpless. I feel like it is out of my control. And in reality, I am sure that I can or should be able to regain control somehow. Some way.

I find Playdates to be Exhausting and Draining!

So I think that I have realized this subconsciously for a while now, but today I am admitting to myself: I find playdates to be exhausting and draining!

Never mind that people think that I keep a clean house and the truth is, I scurry around like crazy before someone is due over. (And usually when someone stops by unexpectedly they may see an unexpected mess or dirty kitchen that they necessarily didn’t think that I would have. When that happens, the joke is on them, I guess.

Anyway, lately I have been finding myself dreading playdates. We live in a small town and a cozy neighborhood so it is common for the Moms to get together and chat while the kids play. It doesn’t even matter if the gathering takes place at our house, someone else’s house, or at the park. Even if I really enjoy the company of the mom, or moms there, and my kids behave decently where I don’t have to constantly be on them, I still feel like I need to crash once it is over and that we can’t have any more activities later that same day, and if I don’t have to go anywhere afterwards, that is great too!! I truly feel like the life gets sucked out of me! Sweat pants and a nap call my name right after!

I’ve started to hear a new term, well, new to me recently, that I think may explain why I feel wiped out and actually try to put off gatherings sometimes. The term that I am referring to is called: An Empath.

The definition of an Empath, according to the Urban Dictionary (which I feel is one of the more straight forward definitions and doesn’t use the word “paranormal” to freak people out) is: “A person who is capable of feeling the emotions of others despite the fact that they themselves are not going through the same situation.”  Basically an Empath absorbs the emotions of others, they can pick up or absorb emotional states, energies and surroundings. Sometimes pain or suffering can be heightened above average, too. This “gift” can result in being always tired and energetically exhausted.

I use the word “gift” because being an Empath IS a gift!  It is hugely beneficial for relating to others and the universe as a whole. I am told that this can feel like a curse until I learn how to cope with all of the stimuli that I encounter. I have been told by others that it is part of my genetic make-up and that supposedly 1 in 20 people are Empaths. As I can attest that a seemingly regular day can be overwhelming for me.  I also find it odd that 1 in 20 people have what I have but just recently I have actually heard the word: Empath!

So to get back to my original topic at hand. Yes, playdates exhaust me. Though at the time I think that I am enjoying the conversation with another Mom or neighbor, or blame my tiredness on my frantic cleaning and picking up the house beforehand, I am coming to terms with the idea that I have a gift that I don’t totally know how to use yet.

Has anyone else had a similar experience??

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