Wow. Yeah, all the stories are so gripping. It's so bizarre to suddenly be at funerals all the time, isn't it. Thank you for sharing.
If I'm an empath, I'm a terrible, seriously bad one. If I sense the emotions of people around me, I don't know that I do a real good job of processing it into anything useful. All I feel are a jumbled baths of images and unfamiliar emotions around me. It's like after 9/11 my antenna was completely wax for the next 3 months straight. My dreams were absolutely crazy off the charts, it's like I was receiving subconscious energy from other people and it was just all coming in a nonsensical stream.
It's only been maybe in the last 10 years that I've been able to get through 9/11 without seriously getting drunk off my ass. I remember a few occasions where 9/11 began as another sunny tuesday, and by 11:00 a.m. I had already hit the liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka, and it was gone by 5:00 p.m.. not good. I know how to process the death of a loved one, or a cat, or a car accident, something that happens locally in my life, but, it's really hard to mourn or process something that killed 3,000 strangers, you know? And radically changed the world towards tyranny?
I can't imagine having been in the city and witnessed what you witnessed... but yes, we were all feeling the grief of "what if that were our btother, mom, dad, sister...." The tyranny continues.
Wow. Yeah, all the stories are so gripping. It's so bizarre to suddenly be at funerals all the time, isn't it. Thank you for sharing.
If I'm an empath, I'm a terrible, seriously bad one. If I sense the emotions of people around me, I don't know that I do a real good job of processing it into anything useful. All I feel are a jumbled baths of images and unfamiliar emotions around me. It's like after 9/11 my antenna was completely wax for the next 3 months straight. My dreams were absolutely crazy off the charts, it's like I was receiving subconscious energy from other people and it was just all coming in a nonsensical stream.
It's only been maybe in the last 10 years that I've been able to get through 9/11 without seriously getting drunk off my ass. I remember a few occasions where 9/11 began as another sunny tuesday, and by 11:00 a.m. I had already hit the liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka, and it was gone by 5:00 p.m.. not good. I know how to process the death of a loved one, or a cat, or a car accident, something that happens locally in my life, but, it's really hard to mourn or process something that killed 3,000 strangers, you know? And radically changed the world towards tyranny?
We're all connected. Some are more aware or sensitive than others. Maybe a part of the Great Awakening?
I can't imagine having been in the city and witnessed what you witnessed... but yes, we were all feeling the grief of "what if that were our btother, mom, dad, sister...." The tyranny continues.
I watched the 2nd plane on a small 17 inch tv on my office in NC with some coworkers.
Your words made me understand what it looked like and felt like from a personal perspective. Thank you for sharing.