How To Recognize You Are The Problem

Originally titled, "How To Recognize You're The AS*$#@!

As an empath, I see, hear, and feel more than a normal person.

This is not a miracle; it is not a superpower; it is not psychic.

Take a child with a sensitive personality, mix in a mentally and physically abusive parent, and what pops out of the psychological personality Easy-Bake-Oven most of the time is a sociopath.

0.5% of the time, you get an empath.

I see dead people.

I see their lies.

Everyone.

No matter how big or how small, I can tell in an instant you are lying.

What I can't tell is your reason.

You're motivation.

Before I was diagnosed at the age of 55 as being an empath with no boundaries, I believed that I was the cause of the hate in the world.

Everyone hated me so much that they lied to me about everything.

I never asked people why they were lying.

I assumed it was something with me.

I found out it wasn't me.

It is a world ruled by hate and cruelty kept in place by a vast ocean of indifference.

I found out I have the ability to immediately recognize who is the problem.

Not just the apparent tyrant.

But the indifferent, self-righteous, I got mine you go get your's, entitled, unaware, no questions asked, bigot.

Bigot, in this case, means - a person who is obstinately or unreasonably attached to a belief, opinion, or faction, especially one who is prejudiced against or antagonistic toward a person or people based on their membership in a particular group.

The following is a list, not comprehensive, of both significant and supportive problems found in society...

You don't hold the door open for a stranger?

You don't send cards?

You don't come to a complete stop at a traffic sign?

You don't share the sidewalk?

You don't sing?

You laugh at racist jokes?

You steal?

You don't call your loved ones?

You own a gun?

You don't say thank you?

You don't vote?

Everyone agrees with you?

You stop across the crosswalk?

Everyone says you're charming?

You make those around you cry?

You ignore current events?

You hit your child?

You have a vanity plate?

You give the finger?

You don't ask questions?

You belong to a club?

You are physically violent?

You've lied?

Killed?

Worrying about the world is for others, you mind your own business?

You don't know what the problem is?

If you recognize any of these problems as being you, then surprise, you have begun the process of no longer being the problem.

Knowing that a problem exists is the first hurdle to actually taking steps to address the source of the problem.

The best thing is hope.

There is always redemption.

A chance to make what was wrong right.

That is our purpose in a real-life awakened.

Peace

DFrey

Hope Again

To feel fear in laughter.

To know hate in singing.

To touch anger in a smile.

Despair in a smile.

Hopelessness in a glance.

To feel real pain when someone falls.

Your heart stops at the clash of loud sounds.

Bright lights burn.

Brilliant color stings.

Tears flow on your face; they do on mine.

Your joy is my joy.

Your fear is my fear.

Your hope mine.

Have you felt the thrill in a song?

Have you felt the melting of a heart?

Have you sung with the voices of the forest?

Do you converse with the steady mountains?

Does the sea speak of a better world?

Can you feel the individual's dreams, the group, the city push you into giddy laughter?

Can you feel the loss of one life push you into darkness?

Do the waves of ignorance beat your mind?

Does silence crack your skull?

Being an empath does not give you clairvoyance.

You feel real pain, real pleasure from other people.

But those feelings don't tell you why?

Why are they afraid?

Why are they in love?

Why are they resentful?

Why are they angry?

Other people's emotions, especially for me, anger boils on my skin like acid.

I can see a lie before it's even told.

But a funny thing about being an empath?

You can't see your own fiction.

I had traveled a life, not knowing that the fourth wall of my spiritual existence did not exist.

I did not know my back door was wide open, letting in all the unregulated terrors of the human mind into my spirit.

That open back door swung so broadly that it let in all the fear, the darkness without boundaries.

Until I decided I couldn't take it any longer.

I had to leave.

But as I was going out the door, a voice caught me.

A voice that pierced the real darkness that filled my eyes.

A voice that called me back to the living.

A voice of hope.

It is really late to find out at age 55 that you are an empath.

I've lived again these past 5 years and learned a lot about myself.

It explained a lot of the secret misery I kept.

The secret pain.

But that voice of hope asked me to live again.

To again begin.

And I meekly said I will try once more.

Once more to help heal hearts and minds.

This world can be a better place.

For all of us.

Try to see the world through the heart of another.

You will find you are also in that other person's heart.

They want what you want.

Peace

DFrey