As a child, I disliked knowing certain things, sensing, seeing and feeling more than I could understand. I tell my story here…
But…
Only for understanding and also for my own growth & healing.
I’d rather not use any labels in my life now, but I will here as I sort and sift.
I see and sense…”things”.
Yep. No lie.
Mostly energies. Then, I take it as an opportunity to translate it into Earthly language, which can be difficult at times. People like to test, you see. They need proof. Evidence. Then they take that and compare it to others whom are considered ‘sensitive’ to again try and prove.
But, what I know now is that they are proving what they want to hear out of fear, lack or limit.
It’s okay. I understand. Really, I do. I did the same thing to…myself.
So much so that I was ruled by disbelief and became skeptic and analytical. I was harsh to myself, never allowing myself to feel the way I was meant to and experience life the way I was meant to.
It’s sometimes disheartening to notice an energetic pattern in someone and not be able to say anything without sounding like a rude ass or a judgmental shrewd. Oh yeah, and not to mention…'crazy’.
These things don’t discount me. Oh no. Not at all. They make it all the harder, for then I am harder on myself. I tell myself, “you should know this!” or “didn’t you see this coming?!”
We all do this. I am special, but not in a way that you are not. You do this too. We are all constantly translating energy. Some have a grasp on it and understand it; they remembered how to use it. Some come knowing. Some come forgetting. Some remember along the way. Some use it differently. Some deny. Some are afraid and take drugs to cope. Some are labeled Autistic or bipolar. We’re all psychic on some level.
Yes, I see and feel energies.
Sometimes they look like they could have been people and other times they feel like colors.
I decide to give them names, like angels, or nature spirits. At one time, they’d frighten me, waking me up in the middle of the night. I’ve evolved though. I’ve learned ways of understanding, and new skills to work with this and honor it ad embrace it and help others…who would of thought?!
There is goodness in this too. Magic and extreme image-ing- not necessarily ‘imagination’ but image-ing…seeing images. Noticing patterns, feeling the tears of that mother who cries out of frustration, seeing the smiling child’s beautiful rays of light and the twinkling lights that follow the fluffy grey cat.
I see the same sky as you, yet I might see it as a different color. What is blue anyway? You tell me the sky is blue, but can you describe ‘blue’ to me?
Yes, I can read, notice, feel, and see these things I like to call ‘energies’ and I truly am thankful that I get to experience this life in this way.
"I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way.” Jewel
But…
Only for understanding and also for my own growth & healing.
I’d rather not use any labels in my life now, but I will here as I sort and sift.
I see and sense…”things”.
Yep. No lie.
Mostly energies. Then, I take it as an opportunity to translate it into Earthly language, which can be difficult at times. People like to test, you see. They need proof. Evidence. Then they take that and compare it to others whom are considered ‘sensitive’ to again try and prove.
But, what I know now is that they are proving what they want to hear out of fear, lack or limit.
It’s okay. I understand. Really, I do. I did the same thing to…myself.
So much so that I was ruled by disbelief and became skeptic and analytical. I was harsh to myself, never allowing myself to feel the way I was meant to and experience life the way I was meant to.
It’s sometimes disheartening to notice an energetic pattern in someone and not be able to say anything without sounding like a rude ass or a judgmental shrewd. Oh yeah, and not to mention…'crazy’.
These things don’t discount me. Oh no. Not at all. They make it all the harder, for then I am harder on myself. I tell myself, “you should know this!” or “didn’t you see this coming?!”
We all do this. I am special, but not in a way that you are not. You do this too. We are all constantly translating energy. Some have a grasp on it and understand it; they remembered how to use it. Some come knowing. Some come forgetting. Some remember along the way. Some use it differently. Some deny. Some are afraid and take drugs to cope. Some are labeled Autistic or bipolar. We’re all psychic on some level.
Yes, I see and feel energies.
Sometimes they look like they could have been people and other times they feel like colors.
I decide to give them names, like angels, or nature spirits. At one time, they’d frighten me, waking me up in the middle of the night. I’ve evolved though. I’ve learned ways of understanding, and new skills to work with this and honor it ad embrace it and help others…who would of thought?!
There is goodness in this too. Magic and extreme image-ing- not necessarily ‘imagination’ but image-ing…seeing images. Noticing patterns, feeling the tears of that mother who cries out of frustration, seeing the smiling child’s beautiful rays of light and the twinkling lights that follow the fluffy grey cat.
I see the same sky as you, yet I might see it as a different color. What is blue anyway? You tell me the sky is blue, but can you describe ‘blue’ to me?
Yes, I can read, notice, feel, and see these things I like to call ‘energies’ and I truly am thankful that I get to experience this life in this way.
"I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way.” Jewel
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