Deep Spirits

mirjana wrote:Many quotes from Wikipedia in pretty shades of pink and purple.

I have always wondered about this word and its true understanding. Why? Because my understanding of empathy is that it means the ability to understand other people´s feeling even if they are not always expressed correspondingly. In that sense empath appears like a another´s soul advocate who is able to explain something that the person self was not, but become aware of the explanation of another because of it accuracy. That would mean a certain ability to communicate on some other level with the person, where words are not always necessary.
But, if so, then we come to the next concept, which is personal interpretation, that gives other people right to judge one empath as a person with assumptions.
Where is the difference? Your thoughts?

Mirjana

Sabina wrote:...

That would depend on the history and credibility of the person who believes to be empathic. What is someone believes they are empathic, and they think of themselves well because they additionally always see the best in people, so it's not like they want to harm anyone or impose their negative views, or so they think, but if it turns out that their guesses aren't accurate, then they are just an optimist with a fantasy, right?

Sabina

Sabina wrote:Mirjana,

You wrote: "But, if so, then we come to the next concept, which is personal interpretation, that gives other people right to judge one empath as a person with assumptions.
Where is the difference? Your thoughts?"

In connection with my answer to this question and your latest reply, if a person is truly empathic, then who would judge them as a person with assumptions?

Sabina

I find it an interesting dynamic of living that most people hold the most painful memories of their life so close to them.
At the age of 6, after our family had moved to Texas, my short life turned upside down and I was forced to deal with things a six year old just shouldn’t have to deal with, and it shaped my life in more ways than I can count.

I think the first time I had an empathic vision of someone’s life was at a T-ball practice. T-ball is baseball for the little guys where the baseball is placed on a stand and you swing at the unmoving ball. Our team was called the Longhorns “smile” go figure, a team called the Longhorns in Texas. My position was short stop for the team and l loved it. It was during warm up, before we went through our practice drills that one of my new friends and teammate, showed up to practice late. He came running over to where I was and asked if he could warm up with me. His name was Joey.

It was in that brief conversation that I found myself in a vision. I had no idea what I was seeing and I didn’t understand what was happening, but I was Joey. In the vision, Joey was sitting at the kitchen table in his home and his dad walked in the front door yelling. Joey stood up and started to back up, facing his father, when he was hit with a rolled up newspaper across his face. I felt the sting and the pain and my eyes watered as if it was actually me that was hit.

I was stunned, and shocked and felt like I might vomit. I looked at Joey, with tears in my eyes from the pain of the experience, and noticed he had a black eye.

I don’t remember what I said to him or even much of the practice we had that day. I do remember telling my mother about it when she picked me up after practice and the funny look she had on her face.

That was the first time I can remember having these visions and looking back it was one of the less traumatic. I do remember my last vision in detail though, the last vision I had as a child, I was eight years old and I saw my mother as a young girl get abused and raped by her older half brother, and I felt it just like I felt Joey when he was hit by his father.

There is a lot more.......... tons more. And a lot of those memories I've blocked and don't remember any more thankfully. But its important to note it as it is one of the most significant experiences in my childhood that shaped my life. I became a loner, reclusive from everyone. I would beg not to have to go to school and was terrified of going to the store with my parents. To this day I don’t know how I shut it down so completely, so totally. Maybe it was the shock that did it? It wasn’t until I was 18yrs old that I started having empathic visions again, but they were never again as intense as those years, from six to eight. Each time I've allowed for this type of "gift" to come back, I've gone into a bought of depression and had to close myself off in ways in order to come out of them.