Archive | October 2012

The Path of the Empath ~ Vol. 1

Or subtitled as “Why I can no longer watch MMA fights because that kick in the spleen hurts too much”…

I guess I was always this way, but never really noticed as much, because when you are the way you are, you know no different.

Then, life happened.  Things changed.  But I didn’t seem to notice…

Once in a while, the way a person in a coma will, I stirred. I had those moments of clarity.  I felt like I was awake…but as it was, I was not.  It was sometimes like a nightmare – where you think you’re awake, but NO ONE can hear you if you try to call out.

I remember after IT came back.  I hadn’t had time to notice.  I had recently given birth.  For the second time.  100% natural, no drugs, no nothing.  And yes, even as a pro natural childbirth advocate, I will admit…THAT hurt like HELL.  But as quickly as it ravaged me, it was over.  And I felt fine. I was alright.

Except for one thing…no one told me that this whole breastfeeding thing was going to hurt WORSE.  Worse than the actual childbirth!

Oh, but it did.

And I was ready to throw in the proverbial towel.

So, I sat my sore, sad, nursing BUTT on the couch (no where else I could stand the pain of nursing, other than my bed) and watched TV.  My surfer/MMA fighting hubby liked to watch things like Spike TV, and we watched one hapless dude after another get the crap kicked out of him, and with every kick, punch and wipe out, I cringed.  And flinched.  And literally shed tears of pain.

I could not figure out what the heck was happening…but then I remembered.  I recalled that I’d had moments of clarity before, but quickly put them aside.  I recalled that I had to be physically removed from the theater when “Jesus of Nazareth” was being shown – those spears being driven into His sides…it was more than I could handle.

I had once felt “things.”  I never knew any different.  And now, I was feeling them again.

…and that was just the beginning…or RE-beginning, as it was.

It’s kind of cool, really…if I can keep it in check, I can sit back and feel what is going on around me.  But if I’m having an…shall-I-say, emotional moment , it overtakes me.  I am reduced to a sobbing, wobbly mess.  I WANT to express myself differently, but I just can’t.

I guess, the psychiatric community would have a hay-day with me…

So, after several years, many crazy life experiences involving much blood, sweat and tears, and a whole lot of research, I have learned how to handle the Empath side of things.  I have also learned that my husband AND daughter (and a whole slew of friends and family) are also Empaths.  (I know…the word sounds rather…Star Trek-ish.  I get that.)

But it’s not SciFi.  It’s how I go through life.  And this is just the first in a series of confessionals and peeks into the mind of your ordinary, average (thank you, Joe Walsh!) Empath.

Blessings, Brothers & Sisters.

And now, you know.  ❤

A Message for fellow Indigo Children ~

 The following is a post I penned and shared on one of my many FaceBook groups.  I felt divinely inspired to help spread the word about the emergence of Indigo, Crystal, Rainbow Children as well as Star Seeds or Star Children.  

We are here, we are awake, and now it’s time to wake up the rest of the world.  Blessed be!


~ A Message to my Indigo Brothers and Sisters  ~

Welcome fellow Indigos!  We’re all grown up now, but we’re still…Indigos.

Now, you may not know what I mean when I call you an Indigo, but chances are, you do.  If not, though, since I fancy myself a teacher of sorts, I shall explain.

What is an Indigo a/k/a “Indigo Child”? 

According to Doreen Virtue, a foremost expert on Indigo, Crystal and Rainbow children, Indigo children are called such because of their auras:  “Indigo Children have a lot of indigo blue in their auras. This is the color of the ‘third eye chakra,’ which is an energy center inside the head located between the two eyebrows. This chakra regulates clairvoyance, or the ability to see energy, visions and spirits.”

Do a quick internet search on Indigo children and you will find that the biological ages of supposed Indigo children vary from site to site, and page to page.  Some pages say that the Indigo generation is, at most, age 25 or so.  In reality, the Indigos seem to be anywhere from people who are in their mid twenties to the forties.  With a few “early” (older) Indigos thrown in for good measure, of course.

Just for your information, the generation that came after the Indigos were the Crystal children.  Some sites have Crystals as being teenagers now, possibly up to their late twenties.  There are, however, examples of early Crystals, too – Ascended Master Jesus Christ is known in some circles, as being THE earliest Crystal Child ever spoken about in history.

Rainbow children are the generation immediately following Crystals.  They are the newest, most recent generation.  They are new souls to this realm – never having incarnated before, on the earthly plane.

In addition to Indigos, Crystals and Rainbows, there are also Starseeds/Star children and “Cusp” children, who show signs of being both Indigo/Crystal, or Crystal/Rainbow.  For more info on all of these different generations of lightworking “children,” Doreen Virtue’s website, is a wonderful source.

In the meantime, we’re here to discuss Indigos, and chances are, if you are reading this, YOU are an Indigo child!  And should you need confirmation, here are some tell-tale traits of Indigos:

Do you feel like you were born with a “mission”?

Do you know when someone is being dishonest?

Do you struggle with “authority”?

If you answer “yes” to any of these questions, there is a good chance that you are indeed, an Indigo child.  And we, as Indigos, were brought here for a REASON.

In case you hadn’t noticed, (ha, that’s funny!) there is worldwide crisis occurring even as you read this.  A MASSIVE shift in global consciousness is about to happen.  No, no, I’m not talking Mayan Prophecy (we’ll save that for later) but I am confirming what most of us already knew.  Stuff’s about ready to hit the fan, and you were called in to help.

So, what can you do?

The most important thing (in my humble opinion) that an Indigo can do is LIVE YOUR DHARMA.  No, no – I won’t go all Buddhist, just yet, but by “living your dharma,” what I am basically saying is DO WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO DO.  And somewhere DEEP down, you know what that is.

Maybe it’s time for a little introspection…what DID you come here to do?  What resonates with you?  Why do you feel you chose to incarnate at this particular time in history?  Once you have those answers, or even just the innate desire to HAVE the answers, you are on the right path.  If you can take it a step further and know, deep within your very being, what you came here to do, then there is no excuse NOT to act on it.  In all truthfulness, it very well might involve major life changes.  Changing jobs, relocating, etc.  And yes, “they,” whoever “they” are, probably WILL tell you that you’re crazy.  But like in the voice of “early” Indigo (I am almost POSITIVE of this) Jim Morrison, THE TIME TO HESITATE IS THROUGH.

THIS is that wake-up call that you might have “joked” that you’ve been waiting for.

Think of yourself as a sleeper cell who has been waiting months, years, decades, even, for the call to action.  THIS is that call.

Time is fleeting, Brothers and Sisters, but we need not panic.  Everyone ELSE on the planet is panicking – just turn on the evening news, and that becomes obvious.  We are the ones that have been entrusted to, for lack of a better term, SAVE THE PLANET!  Do we really want crazy, jabbering, panic junkies doing things ‘round these parts, or do we want to relieve them of their duties, send them back to their reality TV programs, fast food and routine vaccinations, and take matters (BACK!) into our own hands?  I know what I’m going to do.

Will you join me?

I’ll leave you with the words of  John F. Kennedy, Jr:  “There are risks and costs to action. But they are far less than the long range risks of comfortable inaction.”

We can afford to be inactive, no more, so I ask again…

…will you join me? 

Namaste, Brothers and Sisters.  Until, next time…