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Monday, June 25, 2018


They were safe for now. The large room had many arched windows letting in the light from the setting sun. The room was empty of all furnishings and the glare from the windows let the light dance on the dust motes in the air. The silence was complete as neither being spoke. Words were not necessary. Both beings had been brought to this plane without their knowledge. They knew not how to survive in this world. They were to observe, but not interfere.

The pair stood in the middle of the room. The male was tall, over 7 feet; his wavy hair was pulled back in a leather thong, a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. From the back every muscle was defined, not large and bulky but the long lean muscle that shows strength and power. He appeared like a “Boris” painting from the seventies. He was unadorned as his kind had no need of cover, for protection or personal security. He felt no fear of death or pain. He was evil incarnate. His eyes were heavily hooded, a striking brow ridge above, and prominent cheek bones on either side of a nose that looked like a child threw a blob of clay at a wall hard enough to make it stick. A strong jaw bone gave a feeling of control and power. But the smile, the lips were full, teeth even and white. A smile to beguile the foolish into thinking just for a moment they were not doomed to death and mercy was at hand. His hands were large and powerful, long large knuckled fingers with yellow ridged pointed nails that resembled claws. His feet here quite long and at a run he stood on his toes, using that extra leverage for speed for extreme jumping height.

She was a child of the earth, unable to harm another, a bringer of joy and hope. A slender woman, of above average height with long honey blond hair, the sun shine showing dancing light amongst her curls that fell to below her waist. Her unlined brow, was relaxed, her eyes liquid pools of green and held the innocence of a gentler time. Her smile was tentative, and although her features were fine, she was plain to view, but the beauty was shining through from the light within. Her fine bone structure showed no physical strength, but a weak continence, dressed in a simple blouse and flowing long skirt, her feet bare. She was a good being, not prone to ugliness or the unkindness of the age. Her expression showed confusion but no fear.

For every evil he committed she had offered another solace from the pain. For every lie he told she showed a pleasing truth. For every pain he expressed to another, she shared a joy. They were exact opposites, for every weakness she had he was pure strength, and for every short coming he possessed she was blessed.

They stood facing each other. He knew he needed her to survive in this world. His being would implode in this plane; the evil would destroy this body. He needed to continue to exist and he needed her to do this.

She had the same problem. She was so innocent that this world would destroy her and would not be able to protect herself. She needed his strength to survive.

They stepped to each other; he gently placed his palm to the back of her head and drew her to him. He placed her head to his chest and drew his other arm around her in a protective embrace. She placed her hand on his chest and held a tentative arm around his waist.

He thought he was protecting her, and she was afraid he would leave her. He was here to give here strength and she there to accept his power. But truly his was a need for her love to temper his evil and she to share of herself freely to keep him alive.

They had found what was necessary to maintain life; they surrender fully to each other and found the perfect balance.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Wild Empath Chronicles Shielding

Wild Empath Chronicles Shielding.

In my youth during a self destruct phase, I met a kind lady in school. She invited me t her home for dinner as she lived just a short way from where I did. I was (and still am) a cowgirl, buckle and all. I drove my truck to her house and saw a line of chopped Harleys in her front yard. I had no idea she was a biker, you would never know to look at her.

She was so sweet, a little shy. I pulled in the drive, got out, headed to the door. As I walked by the motorcycles I had a change of heart, and turned to run back to my truck. She ran out and grabbed my arm. She was laughing, dragging me in the house. There was a bit of good natured teasing, but all in all these were truly wonderful people.

I will say they looked pretty dang frightening, long hair, beards, tattoos, big, bold and a little growly. Oh my gosh could these dudes party. There was great sharing of food and drink, they got loud and bit reckless, but never unkind towards each other. There were children there as well. They were watched over by all, disciplined but loved by the whole group.

I was between lives at that time and joined these folks. I went on rides, to parties, and after a bit of a downturn in my finances I rented a room and lived the life.

There is a code with these folks, an honor that was quite noble in many ways. They tended their own. Fiercely. If code was ever broken, it was dealt with internally. The rules were pretty simple, you don’t take from your own, you honor relationships, and you back your brother. They had little problem breaking the law of the outside world, but the honor among themselves was thick.

There was a horrible wreck, the man lived, his wife died. They had a son. The group tended to them all, she was honored by them all for weeks. The love they had for each other was intense. For all the harshness these were hard but very loving people.

I was through this hardness I learned to shield. As I got to know these people I found that they were no different than anyone else. But the persona they oozed terrified folks. So I watched and learned.

There was an aura of hardness, a daring of anyone to mess with them. It wasn’t just the looks. The women had this too. It was almost animal like. They were aware of everything around them, they didn’t hide from anything. You looked them in the eye, they returned the stare. They were courteous and polite. Not bulling at all. They stood up straight, confident, and assured. But the dare was there, the feeling like they were ready for anything. It was a feeling, a knowing. Dang I can’t quite get this to words.

I don’t know the terms empaths use, I never learned them. But it’s a way of pulling from inside yourself a knowing of your strong self. No insecurities show, no fear, just your strength what ever it may be.

I am perhaps the most non threatening person you will ever meet. I am long boned, weak looking. Easy to talk to and approach, unless I shield with this. I don’t know what people see, as I am not unkind, and I am polite, but still unapproachable. My strengths are few, but its all I need to use this type of shield.

I use it very seldom, but if in a large group or an area where I am uncomfortable, it comes in very handy. There are days I can’t take on more than what I am dealing with at the time. This will stop added stress.

Usually people I don’t know will walk up to me and start conversations, tell me their troubles, unload. Usually I am good with it, I feel I am helping, but when I am weak or overloaded I just can’t handle it. I will block with this shield until I am strong again.

This probably makes little sense, but I am new to the terms and using light and all that stuff. This is how I learned. It is strong, and effective.

This was written in the beginning of my journey. And I still use it today :)

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Wild Empath Chronicles - Evil

Wild Empath Chronicles – Evil

I woke up at 3:30 this morning thinking about Christ’s crucifixion.  It was the wonder of how someone even came up with the idea of driving spikes into a person’s body to hang them on a cross. Then I thought back to Hitler’s gas chambers, and so many other ways evil people found ways to make people suffer. The whole concept of good and evil was on my mind. How did leaders get underlings to do such things, how did it be okay to have a job where you harm others. These actions were rewarded and the work sought after. How was this even possible?
Then I thought of the good people, those that told us to love each other, Martin Luther King who was shot, Nelson Mandela who was imprisoned, and Christ who was crucified.  People sending the message of hope and love all killed or harmed to make them stop. Holy men that start with the best of intentions, only to become corrupt, harming other’s because they had power to do so.
How did we get so backwards? How did power become a weapon to harm others? What happened to morals?
Our world is a battle ground. There are people that want to harm others because they don’t believe in the same god, there are people that want to harm others for the color of their skin. We blithely go on our way, struggling to survive; working, building, raising kids and trying to do the best we can with what we have to work with.
Good people aren’t newsworthy, so the news is full of death and destruction. We don’t hear about those that quietly give, help and heal others just because it’s the right thing to do. On the outside it appears that unkindness is rampant on our planet and in some places it is. We have been bombarded with so many hateful visuals that many think that is all there is.  The attitude is one of I’m going to get them, before they get me.
It is to a point that everything is okay, if you just take the time to justify it. It’s okay to murder your unborn child, it’s okay to put your parents in a home and forget about them, it’s okay to sue someone because it’s legal, who cares who you harm doing it.  The world if full of people that only think of their personal outcome, not a thought of how your actions trickle down to others. One unkindness spreads like a ripple on the water. But so does one kindness.
When you walk down a street no one makes eye contact. No one shares a smile. No one sees you. No one cares. We need to change this. When I was young and you entered another person’s space you acknowledged them, with a tilt of the head, a smile or a hello. Something to say, I see you.
People feel so invisible now they act out in horrific ways to be seen. School shootings, robbery, rape, violence on every scale. People blame parents, schools, the news, video games, everything but what it really is. We have lost our humanity. We are robots trying to fit everything into a nice little box. We strive to be like others because we think they are doing it “right”. Well what if they aren’t? What if the only way to do it “right” is YOUR way.
The masses have become like lemmings. They all follow the path of least resistance. Just like the people that killed millions in the name of some ruler or a god. People who stop thinking for themselves are easy targets. All you have to do is start a trend, and everyone will follow, just like lemmings, right off the cliff.
Think for yourself!  Look at your life, are you morally happy with what you are doing, and what you have done? Can you make it better for yourself and others? What happens when you step away from the crowd? First you lose people you thought were your friends, but real friendship isn’t built that way. People who love you, will do so if you agree with everything they believe or not.
Social media has made it all about quantity, not quality. No one looks for substance and can’t figure out where the drama is coming from. Look deep into people, find what makes them tick, understand why they do the things they do. Take the time. It’s important, it’s vital, it’s being human.