Trusting What Energy Tells Me



In quick succession, I had two instances tonight that told me, "Um, yo Jen--trust your gut on this one." I won't detail what those things are--to protect those involved and so I don't look like a complete jerk. But I am amazed as I begin to really embrace being an Empath, how quickly things become clear.

The first thing that happened was I remembered something from years ago. At the time, I thought it was pretty sketchy and I knew what I was being told wasn't right. The person telling me "the Truth" wasn't being honest and that "Truth" wasn't valid at all--I knew it. Now, years later, the real Truth comes out and yep--I was right to not believe it the first time. Sadly, at the time, I did finally accept what was being told to me, and that accepting and dozens like it have caused me to not trust myself. It is a sad day when an Empath can't trust her own instincts.

I am in a different space now, allowing myself to think, feel, see, believe as an Empath. I allow the energy of Truth resonate in me. And you know what? Sometimes it hurts! Oh--I love being able to be clear, to feel the lovely positive energy of Truth. But I am mourning, too, that I allowed myself to cut off that important piece of me for so many years.

The second instance tonight was interesting. I was approached by someone who wanted to help me. The energy this person had was genuine, but all I could do was want to help this person. I felt a moral obligation to warn this person. It was overwhelming. I tried to end our conversation several times and kept going back and saying one thing more. I felt like I needed to be very clear with what I knew. (This person rejected what I had to say but we parted amicably. Sometimes this is all we can get.)

So what I am learning as I embrace being an Empath is that I can discern Truth and I can share it. And I can trust myself.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Every Vote Counts--Count Every Vote

Image
It is a few days after Bernie did not get the win we wanted in New York. And yet again, there were problems with voting. There were problems in Brooklyn, his stompin' grounds. There are lawsuits a-plenty. Am I being paranoid to say that something--AGAIN--smells fishy? I refuse to get discouraged. There are many true, honest, good people in place who are not going to stand for this and I consider myself to be one of them. And I know many thousands, tens of thousands, millions who are also insisting that we have honest elections. And I am so grateful. But I have to ask myself, how can winning the election be so important that either it's been handled poorly from stupidity, trying to save a buck (that isn't working out so well now, is it?) or because people have lied, are still lying? Isn't there value in honesty and integrity? Aren't these values a huge part of America? What is the cost of truth in voting? And how can we make sure that EVERY. VOTE...
Read more

#BWW--This Stands for #Bernie Would Have Won--and He Would Have

Image
On Facebook, they have this, look back and see what's happened in years past thingie. "Your Memories on Facebook." I've enjoyed looking at my memories--what the weather was like it years past, when I've been able to ride because the weather was great, when I had to stay indoors when the weather wasn't. I have some weird posts like, "I have a secret and soon I'll be able to tell it," and I think, JEN, what was the secret??? I also have some, boy, this show I'm in is great, but there's been so many shows I can't remember which one it was. The posts that make me the saddest, though, besides the ones about my son who passed away, are all my hopeful, amazing #Bernie posts. WE HAD THIS, PEOPLE. He was so the clear winner. The rallies! The little bird! The momentum! WE HAD THIS.  Then, as the days go by, my "memories" relate post after post after post of voter tampering, voter fraud, polls closing, registrations getti...
Read more

Monologues and Other Theatrical Horrors

Image
I am in a very intense film acting class. It is like group therapy, and I mean that in the best sense possible. But it took me a half-hour of crying last night, sad that I had chosen a stupid monologue, I wasn't one of the cool kids because I was old, and all the other crap that came billowing out of my crying heart to hear one of my patient classmates say: why not choose a new monologue? I was like, can I do that? I think back to this and wonder, why was I so afraid to change my monologue? What was holding me back? There are implications here. Big Implications. I consider myself a strong person. I've been told by gazillions of people that I am a strong person. Except I have you all fooled! I am an insecure person who waits for permission all the time, permission for things that I have complete control over! I look for validation, stamps of approval, and a big ol' nod for things when all I would have had to do is ask, is this okay? Or even better: Here's what I...
Read more