Almost like he was drawn on paper and then took that cartoon like shape right into its lifelike form. A white circular face with a pencil thin, slightly wavy body...but in a black three pieced suit with those long tails on the back. He just stood there, outside her window. His cartoon like hands holding the window sill and his drawn half smile face just stared through the window. His body waved very slowly like a calm sea. The tails of his jacket were long and floated, stretching out into the street. It was in the middle of the night when all were asleep. No wind so even the leaves were asleep, just the moonshine staging this thing's presence.
He didn't want in, he didn't want anything nor did he utter a word. Just a paper white face and a black suited pencil thin body standing, waving, floating, slowly. I've not been able to decode the meaning of this one out of all the other visions I've had and I guess it's not meant for me to know so I will leave it alone. But his presence and existence does hint to something unusual for her. That subtle smile drawn on his face let me feel that he knows where he is and that he is in control of her or the events in her life at least. I will pray she discovers this soon.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Black Mist
I always felt uneasy when I was there. I never wanted to go further than the living room. I could feel this thick air that gave the impression that it was alive and any further and it would suck you in. I could feel an air wrapping around my writs and ankles like invisible feather weight chains when I stood for too long. The last time I drove away, I looked in my rear view mirror at the house which was something I don't normally do and the house was totally covered in a thick black mist, so thick you could not see the lights. It moved slowly off the house like it wanted to come after me. I've never been back or communicated with them. They were the master of the black mist.
Backpack
I hugged her and as my arms made contact with her back, it didn't feel right. I shrugged it off. Later on as I stood facing her , I saw a pair of red eyes peak out at me from behind her just below her left ear through her hair. Then it hit me. It was a demon the size of a napsack with its arms lapped around her shoulders just like the straps of a backpack. It's legs also lapped around her waist, just like you would a hiking bag. But he was under her skin, literally. He peeked his head out at me because he knew I recognized his presence.
His eyes blinked a few times while she spoke, completely unaware that a demon was living under her skin clinging to her like a backpack.
Her pride keeps him there. He's fed and stays strong under her skin. She will never know he's there as he is well placed and has taught her to blame others for the weight she carries. Even now as I write this, his eyes opened knowing I'm writing about him. Her I feel the most for because she us unaware and will be for a very long time.
Backpack.
His eyes blinked a few times while she spoke, completely unaware that a demon was living under her skin clinging to her like a backpack.
Her pride keeps him there. He's fed and stays strong under her skin. She will never know he's there as he is well placed and has taught her to blame others for the weight she carries. Even now as I write this, his eyes opened knowing I'm writing about him. Her I feel the most for because she us unaware and will be for a very long time.
Backpack.
Not Allowed To Speak
Long scaly fingers stretched all the way around her mouth to the back of her head. His grip was tight. She was not allowed to speak. Fear shun from her eyes. Her scream to God would break the demon's hands but she only tried to speak in her worldly tongue.
She was not allowed to speak.
She was not allowed to speak.
The Congregation
Demons had no fear, they were in the church too. Making sure their slaves would not raise their hands up to beg God for forgiveness. They were 7 feet tall and they stood beside their human properties with on hand around the back of their necks and making them hold their heads down. They couldn't raise their hands anyway as they were clamped with shackles and chains that were so heavy that the chains didn't even sway while they were standing. The choruses of the congregation sang on and the demons were not even remotely affected. All they did was stare at the preacher as if they knew something he did not. They were confident that their human slaves would not try to break free to and run to the alter. They knew fear was stronger than hope, that's why they came. I could see the conquered look on their faces as the demons had their hands wrapped around the back of their necks. As I stared at them, it was as if the rest of the congregation faded to an out of focus angle. But then I looked around the church and their was dozens of them. All the singing, worshiping and praising, they just stood their holding claim to their conquered humans.
I felt no fear as they were just their to protect their property. The rest of the congregation faded back into focus and the sound of the singing start up again.
The congregation.
I felt no fear as they were just their to protect their property. The rest of the congregation faded back into focus and the sound of the singing start up again.
The congregation.
Footstep
She couldn't do anything. I used to think she chose not to. But one day I looked at her and she was no longer standing a few feet from me. She was across a grassy muddy field, flat face down in the mud being stepped on by a demon's foot. The demon was so large and tall that I could not see his face and his foot was as big as her entire body, pressing her into the ground. Now I know why she is stuck. As I stared at the sight being presented to me, she raised her head up and look at me. Her body was completely being pressed in by the demon's foot but her head was free enough to move. I looked at her and I was motionless.
I'd like to think that she got her right arm free and she stretched it out to me for help but I knew that was my imagination inside my vision...she just stared at me, her face covered in mud being stepped on by this demon.
I knew what she had to do, she had to scream to God but it was not for me to tell her. As the image faded away and she was back to standing a few feet away from me, I knew that was the last time I was going to see her.
I'd like to think that she got her right arm free and she stretched it out to me for help but I knew that was my imagination inside my vision...she just stared at me, her face covered in mud being stepped on by this demon.
I knew what she had to do, she had to scream to God but it was not for me to tell her. As the image faded away and she was back to standing a few feet away from me, I knew that was the last time I was going to see her.
Man On Fire
He sat there, his head hung low. On my second look back at him his skin started to glow in waves of red.
I thought it was just light reflections. On my third look, those red waves were actually lifting off his arms and his face. Now the glow was all over him like there was a red tint placed over him. After fighting what I new to be true, he was spiritually on fire. But not of the kind you would hear about. This was a hell fire. My stare watched that lifted glow engulf into flames. I started to struggle to breathe and I could feel the heat on the side of my neck and face. Not burning me but I could feel the immense heat pressing on me like a towel that was soaked in hot water. It was only him on fire as he read and spoke, the chair didn't burn, the room didn't glow nor did the fire spread, only the heat against me.
I had to leave and I did, abruptly. I drove so fast trying to speed air back into my lungs and cool the side of my face off. I felt his guilt and his cruel acts. But more so I felt the burn of his pride, which is stopping him from being remorseful. But I know his memories live with him daily in the forefront of his mind pouring over him like a waterfall. That's why he hangs his head low from the weight of it all.
Man on fire.
I thought it was just light reflections. On my third look, those red waves were actually lifting off his arms and his face. Now the glow was all over him like there was a red tint placed over him. After fighting what I new to be true, he was spiritually on fire. But not of the kind you would hear about. This was a hell fire. My stare watched that lifted glow engulf into flames. I started to struggle to breathe and I could feel the heat on the side of my neck and face. Not burning me but I could feel the immense heat pressing on me like a towel that was soaked in hot water. It was only him on fire as he read and spoke, the chair didn't burn, the room didn't glow nor did the fire spread, only the heat against me.
I had to leave and I did, abruptly. I drove so fast trying to speed air back into my lungs and cool the side of my face off. I felt his guilt and his cruel acts. But more so I felt the burn of his pride, which is stopping him from being remorseful. But I know his memories live with him daily in the forefront of his mind pouring over him like a waterfall. That's why he hangs his head low from the weight of it all.
Man on fire.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Sight
However it started, that's no longer my concern. I always knew i was better at feeling and writing than expressing. I've ruined relationships because of this. I felt truths and lies even when I was being verbally told something different. I figured it was just excellent intuition...until the visions started.
Friends, family, strangers, whether I knew them deeply, lightly or not at all. I realised I no longer needed to even as much as talk to someone before I could feel...and see. I just had to be close enough or just be able to stare at them for a while. I always considered myself shy, even though I had quite an active extra curricular life growing up but I always shut down in crowds. I just wrote it off as shyness but what I was hiding was my true gift. Do you know how disturbing it is to hear the inside of someone screaming like a tortured phoenix yet not one word is coming out of their mouth? To know when it's time to leave the presence of an individual when no circumstance warranted it? Or to spend tireless effort to help a stranger with something that no one in their own life even understood to recognize?
I'd come home drained or leave a location like a bat out of hell (even though I drive fast anyway but there was that extra need to leave), or spend countless hours waiting on someone to finally change something in their life when they didn't even know I was thinking about them. I know...depressing...but the few times I've managed to help someone, makes all the anonymous wasted energy worth it. The visions became more frequent once I accepted this gift. But I'm still at the stage where I don't know what to do with these visions. I started drawing them but I knew having the drawn images in my home would materialize their presence. So yet again I resort to the pen, to move them from the forest of my mind to the prison of digital ink and paper so I can sleep at night.
Needless to say I will not be mentioning the owners of these images for that is between them and I. Even they themselves are unaware of what I saw, in them, on them and around them. My Empath abilities are acute to where I can see the emotional and the spiritual, allowing me to be able point a finger or at least to personify the root of someones emotional state. I'm not sure if I should warn you, just know that these are real.
Friends, family, strangers, whether I knew them deeply, lightly or not at all. I realised I no longer needed to even as much as talk to someone before I could feel...and see. I just had to be close enough or just be able to stare at them for a while. I always considered myself shy, even though I had quite an active extra curricular life growing up but I always shut down in crowds. I just wrote it off as shyness but what I was hiding was my true gift. Do you know how disturbing it is to hear the inside of someone screaming like a tortured phoenix yet not one word is coming out of their mouth? To know when it's time to leave the presence of an individual when no circumstance warranted it? Or to spend tireless effort to help a stranger with something that no one in their own life even understood to recognize?
I'd come home drained or leave a location like a bat out of hell (even though I drive fast anyway but there was that extra need to leave), or spend countless hours waiting on someone to finally change something in their life when they didn't even know I was thinking about them. I know...depressing...but the few times I've managed to help someone, makes all the anonymous wasted energy worth it. The visions became more frequent once I accepted this gift. But I'm still at the stage where I don't know what to do with these visions. I started drawing them but I knew having the drawn images in my home would materialize their presence. So yet again I resort to the pen, to move them from the forest of my mind to the prison of digital ink and paper so I can sleep at night.
Needless to say I will not be mentioning the owners of these images for that is between them and I. Even they themselves are unaware of what I saw, in them, on them and around them. My Empath abilities are acute to where I can see the emotional and the spiritual, allowing me to be able point a finger or at least to personify the root of someones emotional state. I'm not sure if I should warn you, just know that these are real.
Definition
Before I start to share my experiences, if you are unfamiliar with the term, below I have shared a few explanations.
1: Empaths are highly sensitive, finely tuned instruments when it comes to emotions. They feel everything, sometimes to an extreme, and are less apt to intellectualize feelings. Intuition is the filter through which they experience the world. Empaths are naturally giving, spiritually attuned, and good listeners. If you want heart, empaths have got it. Through thick and thin, they’re there for you, world-class nurturers.
The trademark of empaths is that they know where you’re coming from. Some can do this without taking on people’s feelings. However, for better or worse, can become angst-sucking sponges. This often overrides the sublime capacity to absorb positive emotions and all that is beautiful. If empaths are around peace and love, their bodies assimilate these and flourish. Negativity, though, often feels assaultive, exhausting. Thus, they’re particularly easy marks for emotional vampires, whose fear or rage can ravage empaths. As a subconscious defense, they may gain weight as a buffer. When thin, they’re more vulnerable to negativity, a missing cause of overeating. Plus, an empath’s sensitivity can be overwhelming in romantic relationships; many stay single since they haven’t learned to negotiate their special cohabitation needs with a partner.
When empaths absorb the impact of stressful emotions, it can trigger panic attacks, depression, food, sex and drug binges, and a plethora of physical symptoms that defy traditional medical diagnosis from fatigue to agorophobia. Judith Orloff MD,
2: An Empath is a person who is gifted in sensing other peoples emotion and is allowed to feel other people's pain to help cope and to help heal with others emotional scars.
3: Another definition of Empath is that of the Empathic Guru. The Empathic Guru is someone who believes it is their mission in life to do outreach to others and help guide them on their spiritual path to perfection, enlightenment, or infinite peace. In the doing, they willingly set themselves, their needs and wants, aside and sacrifice themselves for others, because this is where their sense of self and self worth rises out of.
QUIZ: AM I AN EMPATH? Judith Orloff MD,
Ask yourself:
-Have I been labeled as “too emotional” or overly sensitive?
-If a friend is distraught, do I start feeling it too?
-Are my feelings easily hurt?
-Am I emotionally drained by crowds, require time alone to revive?
-Do my nerves get frayed by noise, smells, or excessive talk?
-Do I prefer taking my own car places so that I can leave when I please?
-DoI overeat to cope with emotional stress?
-Am I afraid of becoming engulfed by intimate relationships?
If you answer “yes” to 1-3 of these questions, you’re at least part empath. Responding “yes” to more than 3 indicates that you’ve found your emotional type.
1: Empaths are highly sensitive, finely tuned instruments when it comes to emotions. They feel everything, sometimes to an extreme, and are less apt to intellectualize feelings. Intuition is the filter through which they experience the world. Empaths are naturally giving, spiritually attuned, and good listeners. If you want heart, empaths have got it. Through thick and thin, they’re there for you, world-class nurturers.
The trademark of empaths is that they know where you’re coming from. Some can do this without taking on people’s feelings. However, for better or worse, can become angst-sucking sponges. This often overrides the sublime capacity to absorb positive emotions and all that is beautiful. If empaths are around peace and love, their bodies assimilate these and flourish. Negativity, though, often feels assaultive, exhausting. Thus, they’re particularly easy marks for emotional vampires, whose fear or rage can ravage empaths. As a subconscious defense, they may gain weight as a buffer. When thin, they’re more vulnerable to negativity, a missing cause of overeating. Plus, an empath’s sensitivity can be overwhelming in romantic relationships; many stay single since they haven’t learned to negotiate their special cohabitation needs with a partner.
When empaths absorb the impact of stressful emotions, it can trigger panic attacks, depression, food, sex and drug binges, and a plethora of physical symptoms that defy traditional medical diagnosis from fatigue to agorophobia. Judith Orloff MD,
2: An Empath is a person who is gifted in sensing other peoples emotion and is allowed to feel other people's pain to help cope and to help heal with others emotional scars.
3: Another definition of Empath is that of the Empathic Guru. The Empathic Guru is someone who believes it is their mission in life to do outreach to others and help guide them on their spiritual path to perfection, enlightenment, or infinite peace. In the doing, they willingly set themselves, their needs and wants, aside and sacrifice themselves for others, because this is where their sense of self and self worth rises out of.
QUIZ: AM I AN EMPATH? Judith Orloff MD,
Ask yourself:
-Have I been labeled as “too emotional” or overly sensitive?
-If a friend is distraught, do I start feeling it too?
-Are my feelings easily hurt?
-Am I emotionally drained by crowds, require time alone to revive?
-Do my nerves get frayed by noise, smells, or excessive talk?
-Do I prefer taking my own car places so that I can leave when I please?
-DoI overeat to cope with emotional stress?
-Am I afraid of becoming engulfed by intimate relationships?
If you answer “yes” to 1-3 of these questions, you’re at least part empath. Responding “yes” to more than 3 indicates that you’ve found your emotional type.
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