I've been told I was an indigo and empath based on my aura, although I'm not sure I believe in that stuff. But I will answer the questions as some apply.
•I've never felt any particular emotion of anyone asleep, it's like a wall, although I feel a difference between a sort of peaceful sleep and a physically and emotionally drained sleep, the latter happens to make me feel...sad in a way. I hate when near and dear have any struggle especially the ones who don't stick up for themselves, because I don't stick up for my self so I know how it feels and I don't want them to feel that so it's kind of selfish of me because I hurt worse then they when they are hurting to I'm just trying to save my self, it's like a big circle of comparison. Oi.
•I sleep sooo much better with someone in the same room as me, I'm not sure why. If my cat is not in my room I will not sleep, because of the lack of something of which I don't know. Sometimes if I see a spider in my room I can't go into my room for a few weeks cause fuck spiders, and my sister is nice enough to let me sleep on her floor when things such as that happen and OH MY GOSH! best sleep ever, even though the floor is hard compared to my new mattress, just my sisters presence while I sleep I will sleep deep and restfully, perhaps I feel a little of her restful sleep, and my cats, otherwise wired ass awake, humans are like sleep drugs that don't leave you drowsy the next morning. Sadly humans feel better than cats, but at least I can get sleep with my kitty poo.
•I don't know if other peoples dreams are like this, but they're always driven with emotions of the extreme such as fear, sadness, joy, passion/lust etc. I wake up from them sometimes horrified with fast heart beat, crying and weeping, laughing hysterically, doing questionable things I'd rather not speak of. Sometimes my dream in themselves are about energy vampires, like the one I had last night.
•I believe everyone has the ability to have heightened empathy, but most have calcified pineal glands from fluoridated tap water, spring waters, and processed foods. Distilled water will melt the calcium deposits off of the pineal and heighten all supposed psychic abilities so says Andrew Norton Webber. I've been drinking distilled waters, including UT for about four or five months now and things from childhood are coming back...
•I can feel these things from just thinking of someone I haven't seen in over five years. I feel what this person feels for me and I feel that they can feel what I feel for them. But that's because we've created a mutual link to do so. If I was to look into an old text book and see an image of an old couple, I can only perceive through visual, facial recognition, and my imagination as to what they might be feeling as I've never made a mutual link with them.
•Well when I was a child parents would grow agitated with me as I would almost weekly bring stray cats and dogs and injured ravens or owls to our door step and would ask my mom to get a food and water dish. My mom always said it was as if they were drawn to me, they were never afraid of me, I bet animals are empaths too. Then each animal my mom would take to the local no kill shelter in hopes of their adoption to a good home. Except the raven, we took care of it for about a month or two until it was better, then we took it to this woman who took care of ravens and other birds to get them back in the wild. Now that I'm older, I still legit save animals off the cold street and keep some of them, it's like a compulsion for me, and when I go for walks all the vicious watch dogs will go from violently barking at other people then snap to wagging their tails at me and I must go pet them and I bring doggy treats and catnip, even though all the owners give me weird looks because I'm all building bonds with THEIR animals haha. This one house never shut their gate, so I would meet their young German shepherd everyday and it would run out and jump on me all happy and we'd walk around for awhile and then go back to his home and he'd run back into his yard and the owners caught this a few times I mean they're the assholes who leave their gate open with 5 dogs. That is why I see run over dogs and cats all the time. But they shut their gate now and I haven't seen the doggy since, me and my sister nicknamed it raptor. I love plants, I was growing goji shrub and would treat like a pet and talk to it, mostly tell it how proud I was of how it was doing. In 6th grade the other butt-hole kids were catching all the lady bugs and ripping their wings off or gluing two together, so at recess I had a huge ziplock bag and caught almost a hundred red yellow and green lady bugs and put them in my backpack and let them free in my back yard, and my backyard was so lively ever after. But spiders can go suck a dick, I have no empathy for spiders, death to all spiders, I don't care for the spiders kills flies argument no fuck spiders up the ass.
•This one is weird, I used to walk around with all of my attention at the ground just urgently searching for what I do not know. I would come home from school or just from playing outside and have stuff from broken radios, car parts unique rocks marbles, discarded tools, toys, in my mind they were weapons, I'd play with my friends and they began to play with the stuff I found. We played wrestling and they were weapons, or play kids next door and they were weapons. Every piece of junk was useful to me. I had a rock collection and built them a home and named them, I stuck beads up my nose and always got in trouble for it, but I wanted to put it there because I felt it was a friend more than an object. But one time a bead was stuck far up and I just forgot and it grew mold so my mom took me to the hospital, the nurse was coming at my nose with the longest ass tweezers and I smacked them out of her hand so they strapped me down I was just going berserk I looked like a lunatic child hahha. When my family would go to car shows or shows that had all those papers and pamphlets on every stand, I would come home with three or five bags filled to the brim with free papers and it was so cool to me, other people would throw them away but they meant so much to me and had much value, and I grabbed all the free aol disks at the stator bros. but my mom says I was just a hoarder child. To this day I still have toys from childhood the sentimental energy from them, I end up playing with them rather then getting rid of them then put them back. I can't get rid of them, that would be cruel.
•I don't see a difference in climate or weather, although thunder and lightening storms scare the living shit out of me, I will be uptight during the whole storm, and I hate the sound of airplanes and helicopters, those fucktards always flying over my house. Maybe I'm feeling the horror energy from the storm itself, or other people, or maybe I'm just a chickenshit. I don't do well in dirt storms either, just a wall of emptiness, alone in the world.
•Hmm well I think emotions are just the energy from a human being picked up by another, so if someone can conceal their energy, I suppose, but I've never tried to notice this. Everyone I've ever made links with, I've noted what they gave off. Some people can look happy and be happy but they chronically have bad energy and the very second of their presence I become filled with anger and have to go lock myself in my room until they leave. I guess those are the energy vampires I've read about. Maybe government spooks who are nothing but brainwash can conceal their emotions, or the hybrid humans as they have no soul. I don't know though.
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