One Friday morning I took my coffee outside to the patio. I noticed that a dog was howling, at a house behind me and over one. I don’t really know any of the neighbors behind me. We all have 6’ fences. I didn’t even realize there was a dog living there. The only time I have heard any howling is some afternoons when the ice cream truck comes by playing loud music and then the whole neighborhood joins in. As I was thinking about all of this, suddenly my “knowing” kicked in. I instantly KNEW the dog was in distress.
My insides started churning and I immediately fell into ‘denial’ and started arguing with myself. ‘no, he’s just howling… he is distressed! What can I do about it anyway…if I go over there, they would just slam the door in my face…if I call someone (who?) they will get mad and retaliate. He’s just howling,’ and on goes the argument as my stomach is doubling me over in pain. I realize that I am pacing, which is what I have done in the past when I KNOW something. Okay, acceptance.
I went inside the house and told my husband. He knows from past experiences with me that this must be true. We called the local humane society (more like a rescue organization) and only said that this neighbor’s dog is howling in distress and that the howling doesn’t bother us but the distress is our concern. They didn’t even question us and told us they will check it out right away.
As time went by, all was quiet over there. I hoped I was wrong and tried to continue with the day. The next day, Saturday, we called the humane society to find out what had happened. We identified ourselves as the neighbors who had called in on Friday. This is what they said, “Well, one was too far gone and they had to put him down. The other one is under a veterinarians care.”
This doesn’t make me feel good. I can’t let go of it. I don’t understand this “knowing” stuff. I try to feel good because maybe the one dog was saved, but it just makes me cry.
This is a post my dear young friend sent me yesterday. She is 29 years old and I've known her since she was 13 or so. ENJOY!
So, all day I have been thinking about what to say about and to my mother on Mother's day. After working on a paper for 5 hours and taking a break to go for a run on the beach, I looked up at the sky, and asked for her to give me a sign that she can still hear and see me. About 5 seconds later, an older teenage boy walked up to me and handed me this card and these roses.
He said, "I wanted to give this to you, happy mothers day." I then told him thank you, but I am not actually a mother. He said he wanted me to have it anyway and that he had lost his mother recently. I told him I lost mine too, we hugged, and it was amazing... I can't explain the emotions that swept through me in that moment on this beautiful day, and I can't help but think that our mothers had something to do with it.
There was my sign.
I miss you mom!! Every day I think about you and hope I am making you as proud as you have made me!! Happy Mother's Day to you and all of the other very special mothers out there who are awesome and hold it down doing one of the toughest yet most rewarding jobs in life
Thank you, Empath Community, for being here. I knew there were others that had these abilities, but I never knew there were others that had all of them too. This realization has come late in life for me but at a very needy time. I feel raw and vulnerable.
I have a couple questions, but first a quick insight into my experiences.
As the rest of you, I have been a magnet as a Safe Listener. I have tactfully distanced myself from 3 of the most constant and draining people. It has done wonders for me.
I am a children empath first and foremost. I absolutely love children (0 to 18 yrs) and my work/interactions with them is my place of pure joy. There is not one single minute of anything other than bliss and happiness, ever. With them is where I feel, intuitively know, and understand emotions and needs. The rewards are sometimes more than I can stand, so intense and beautiful. I could go on forever.
Next, I am a dog/animal empath. This one can hurt a lot and I often have to escape to keep my sanity. I always thought what I had with animals was what I called common sense. One time, my adult children said to me, but Mom, maybe its not so common.
Im not sure about adults. I know my mood can change to mirror theirs in an instant. But maybe I dont feel/absorb their emotions. It has never been anything like what I have with kids.
Okay, precognition. I dont like this much at all. There were two instances where I absolutely knew what was about to happen. Shortly after, it did. And both of them ended in a death. I dont think I have ever gotten over it. At one point, I (silently) screamed at the universe if I cant change the outcome, I dont want to know its coming. Since then, I am thinking that I only worry about something instead of knowing. So maybe I opted out?
One thing I am curious about is that I have many, many memories of my childhood starting before two years old. They have been confirmed as fact. I remember exactly how I felt in each one. Do any of you wonderful people remember your childhood? Ive never known anyone else that does. Of course, I grew up thinking everyone did.
My other question is more of needing advice/suggestions. At this time, I am living with 2 people diagnosed with depression. One is my husband. He is extremely left brained and he has the characteristics of an aspergers . His therapist recently told him he is void of empathy. I know, what the heck was I thinking! The other is a young (34 yo) female friend who had taken action on a suicide plan that I foiled. She is also lacking empathy. I dont think I need to say any more!
I have been reading Thriving and Surviving and have been working on flushing and grounding. This is all so new to me. Last night (at my wits end) I happen to read a post from Mandi and Trevor had a wonderful reply (Conduit of Energy). I tried that with hubby and OMG!
The other question I had, has anyone experienced a need or knowing to move to a specific place in order to connect with a particular soul?
Thanks Empaths! This got a little long. Is that because we are always the Safe Listeners and never get a chance to talk?