Post from May, 2011

Empath

Tuesday, 31. May 2011 17:25

There are many different types “levels” and combinations of empaths. Below I’ve listed five that I myself have developed to some degree.  There are many people in the world who are empathic by nature. In fact I believe every person is empathic to some degree or another.  Its not some woo woo special gift.  It a genetic code pure DNA that is passed onto generation to generation just as other DNA is passed on.  It comes in varying degrees and true some folks may not inherit the ability or the full genetic load of the ability.

Most folks who realize they may be empathic normally do not acknowledge it until later in life.  People who all of a sudden gain deep wisdom, become healers, animal communicators, readers, seers, or just people with a good sense of intuition.  I was aware of my ability early on and because of it spent most of my time with empathic beings… mostly animals.  Thus I have never been a good conversationalist.  With animals there is no need for words.  In communicating with animals people use words out of innate hard wiring of brain.  Totally unnecessary, as animals will freely share and understand based on the feelings, visuals, and intuitive that mingles via “through one another”.

For many years I closed my self off to people as they are very rude (unintentionally), not knowing their feelings and thought energy is bombarding those who are more sensitive.  Unaware that I know if they like me, or not, or if they believe what I’m saying or not, or if they are lying or keeping things from me.  It’s really hard to open up to people and receive, because sometimes their energy sends messages that can taint how you feel about them.  I work very hard to let those tainted images go, and to close off as much as I can when around people so that I’m not put into  a place of knowing.  Its not mind reading.  I have no idea what thoughts are being formed in another persons head.  I do though get visuals or a knowing that becomes attached to a certain context.  Sometimes I become aware when someone else has a thought of me. No idea what they thought, but I become acutely aware of them and the mingling energy.

Until recent years I have not told anyone of this.  As I wanted friends. Unless people truly understand empathy they get all defensive and worried that they are being spied upon.  So it’s been such a lonely world.

When I find someone I know is empathic, normally they are unaware (most of the human population), if I try to approach them in an empathic manner they usually run.  I get so excited when I finally get to talk to somebody who understands, but quickly get bored as the conversation is about being empathic, and not just simply communicating via empathy.  I guess we are all lonely… those of us who chose to grasp our empathic abilities and dare to go public.

Living with empathy was a normal day to day lifestyle for me when growing up and was talked about as if just day to day life. I remember my grandmother would be in her kitchen  baking when I’d come to visit her on the weekends and out of the blue she’d say “your Aunt Carroll is going to call”. Low and behold 15 minutes later Auntie Carroll called.  My mother often would say “I wonder what your aunt or your grandmother is doing today?”, and within minutes which ever one she mentioned would call. They shared Telepathy all of their lives.  I seem to have missed out on the Telepathy or I think some times just have not developed it.  What I have is Intuitive, Intellectual, Animal, Seer, and Healer “levels” of Empathy. Since I live alone anyway, I’m leaning toward just diving deeper into the ability to see just where I can go with it.

Intuitive Empathy: is to sense or feel within ourselves, attitudes or emotions from others.

Intellectual Empathy: where you know what was meant to be said or what was not said in totality during conversation, as the words being used were not telling the complete story.  The story regardless is clear.

Seer: the ability of seeing where emotion(s) come from, what is causing the emotion(s),  while increasing feelings as to why, and resulting in confirmation. Receiving visions of a scenario.

Healing Empathy:  body reading, where one can either sense or feel something that is not correct in the body. In some cases suggesting a person seek medical help, if not something that can be easily dealt with through hands on massage, emotional  or physical cleansing, chiropractic, acupuncture or other non evasive forms of assisting the body to heal itself.

Animal Empathy: the gift of communicating with animals and understanding their needs. To understand what it is to be that particular animal.

 

Now to dive in and see how much juice (how loaded my DNA is) I really have beyond what some times complexes me already.  I invite every reader of this note and my blog as I’m going to re-post this there as well to dig a little if you have not already.  Check to see if you are allowing for your empathic nature to surface and if so to thrive and to bring a new kind of wisdom to your lives.

 

Do you own it? Or does it own you?

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Thinking Juices

Tuesday, 24. May 2011 8:46

Have had some interesting topics come up lately that thrust me into some very deep thinking.

(Clare Lynn – Interactive Light Art Photography – exquisite perceptions of light.)

My last post was about letting go and letting life! Well as it turns out since that post I have had the pretty little house I talked about fall out of my reach, the fat cat is going back to his owner who returned 1 and 1/2 years early from Thailand. I feel good! I have three jobs… summer looks good for paying off some debts. I’m beginning to think of how I want to shape my future. Not letting go of letting life… just giving life a direction and see where it ends up. Part of me wants to change up life’s direction every few years so that I don’t wake up someday mired down in one limited life experience.

Someone recently passed a thought past me that brought about a flood of insights. One of the things I’ve always fought against in life was being stereotyped. Shoved into a category. So when it comes to common thought on any one topic I generally sit outside the bucket or find myself jumping from one bucket of ideals to another. My beliefs are broad and varied and change with any number of new input.

It hit me today that because of my broad vista manner of viewing the world, I am free-er than most people that I know. I try sometimes to impart this freedom to those who I care about only to be faced with stone walls of rejection. I’ve had to learn to grasp onto my own joy – live it fully and not get weighed down by others choice to not join me.


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Everyday I become more and more the butterfly girl of my youth. Care none, live with glee and passion. Always there for those who seek or need. I’m not though, willing to be a crutch.

I’m an empath have been my whole life… I learn via osmosis. I communicate everywhere I can silently and with whoever I can silently. I use to think it a handicap as in conversations I’m not the best linguist. But that would mean fitting into one of those buckets, wouldn’t it? Not for me! To let go of my inherent ability to feel and see the nature of others around me via my innate sense would be losing myself. Would be my life’s worst tragedy.

Because of my many bucket broad vista, adventurous, empathic nature, I avoid controversy, and other stressful situations. I don’t see a need for putting myself through an unpleasant experience. It was suggested to me that much could be gleaned from the interactive nature of controversy. That is very true. As an observer though with no agenda one can learn just as much and maybe accept more of what is being shared due to being open. As opposed to being defensive of ones own ideals.

All of a sudden I’m just one very happy girl with a very bright future… accepting who I am, snuggling up with me…

 

I wish for everyone that they find in their own unique way that place in their own unique being that brings so much joy and pleasure to be themselves.

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Let Life

Saturday, 7. May 2011 17:38

A piss poor blog post… but has to be written…

hmmm.. I may sound a bit like a flake here… but oh well. I’m about to embark on an announcement that will have some folks shaking their heads, so I’ll explain and maybe it will make some sense.

Life for me is a journey of exploration of a bigger than life adventure. That is how I want to experience life. How I choose to journey through my adventure in life is personal to me. My adventure does not have fit another persons idea of what it should be, nor societies ideal of how I should live it. Its mine and I’ll live it my way. I accept the responsibility of my choices, the glory of them and the failure of them.

My announcement comes from a realization that hit me two days ago, not a day after my last post about my new mare Passionata. A friend emailed me privately and suggested I stop planning my life – stop directing the scenes of my future before they happen. I had not realized that I was doing that, but with some introspection I realized yes I was. I then asked myself why did I want Passionata? To look at her she is not my ideal horse. Her pedigree was for certain, but she herself was not. I had owned my ideal horses. I would breed Passionata to a horse who together they could give me my ideal horse. Then it hit me. I don’t want to breed, and even if I did, I don’t want the work nor expense of the number of horses it would take to build a program. Knowing me I would not stop with one or two foals. I’d build a program. I want my horse experience to be much different. With Shades I was on the right track, and with her gone… well I’m just not in a hurry to jump in again. So I turned Passionata back to her owner. I will not be buying a horse right now.

What I’m considering and looking into is taking jumping lessons or classical dressage lessons from one of a couple trainers in Durango this summer. So work with different kinds of horses as a student. I am going way back to my youth here and letting go of my knowledge to allow another’s ‘knowledge to sink in. I’ll either rekindle my passion for a horse and then buy one that I know personally and who calls to me, or I may find that my passion for horses has been severed. No amount of forcing it, planning it “going for it” will make it right. I remember that when I fell into my horses in the past… I just fell. There was no planning or setting it up or making it happen. I just happened to be around the horse who liked me and me it and that was that. I’m going back to that way of living about everything. Letting life.. so to speak.

Another friend of mine was sharing with me something she has been reading about, which suggested that we fall into patterns of thinking. We just have to have a certain pattern in our lives. That pattern is nothing less than a chemical addiction. Nothing more than a stimulus that triggers certain chemistry in our brains. ACK!! I fight addiction forming habits all the time. So here is a new one for me. Breaking my addiction of spending hours upon hours working out a horse life, and I mean to the point of having nothing (and I mean nothing) else on my mind.

I really do have much more to offer and explore in life…

I use to be an artist… no I am an artist who has put away her art cloak, to put on her horse training/breeding cloak. It’s time to hang it up, become a student again, and in the meantime enfold myself in that old artists cloak again allowing a deeper being to reveal herself once again, or like I’ve threatened in the past, write a book. Put my energies into new passions, leaving old addictions behind. My art can still be horse related if it takes that turn, but it can and may be many other things as well.

I have an opportunity at a pretty little house for my winter abode come fall. No room for horses there. But it’s been calling to me for some time now and it may happen. It means I could get my dog, and the fat cat, Gunner would be able to stay with me. I could take riding lessons if I need a horse fix (you know smell them, feel them, look deeply into their eyes, even pick road apples occasionally). But I really feel that in all honesty I will be happier for now living out this adventure without owning a horse. Rather just relax awhile longer while exploring a more rounded life in Silverton. This way I wont lose my edge with horses (which has been my driving fear). This alone will keep my options open for a future with horses, while keeping me on track to explore this new adventure I’m on.

With everything said above… I realize that this could also be a disguise. Yes I could be running from getting attached to a horse again. The romance has left me and the next horse experience I have I want to feel that romance again. I also want grace, romance, and peace in my life everyday for the rest of my life.

So letting go and letting life.

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Passionata Di Catalano and Gunner The Attack Cat

Wednesday, 4. May 2011 11:28

Thankful Thursday May 5, 2011
…posted one day early…

PASSIONATA DI CATALANO

Life sure is a roller coaster, and throws all kinds of wrenches at you.  Just when I’m certain I have it all figured out and have gained some sense of balance and direction in my life… wham things turn upside down again and I’m back clawing my way back up the mountainside reaching for that stable platform.  It seems as though we spend all of our time balancing that platform upon the narrowest peak doing our best to keep it level and our lives on track and comfortable. Realization is that the platform we all cling to is not so stable at all. For me it’s always been trying to improve on what was provided for me.  I always do it too.  I always try to take what was provided and take it to a place that is just out of reach.  Maybe it’s the explorer in me, the challenger, or researcher.  But it always blows up in my face, if not now, then later, but at some point I’ve got it coming.  This has been my life’s lesson over and over again, and you’d think that at some point I’d heed its message.

So if you have read the last post you’ll see that I was on to a dream, I sought it out and was going for it, creating the path I would walk down. Well shortly after posting it, the horse I was creating my dreams around died. The other horse I had hoped to move forward with was made unavailable to me and I was lost again. Not one day later though an old opportunity to travel down a specific path opened up to me and I chose to take it and yet not a day later than that I had already moved this opportunity toward that unachievable goal. Damn!  It took Heather to open my eyes and show me what I was doing… again.  In a few short sentences, she brought daylight to the path that has been provided to me and brought light to what I was doing…. again, reminding me how it all could end up if I kept this up.  So my job now is to keep it simple and finally heed that lesson. Find satisfaction in the simple pleasure of this gift.

It’s a funny thing, since early childhood I’ve been drawn to blue animals. Blue cats, blue dogs, blue horses, blue birds, blue fish.  I don’t want a cat… but guess what… meet Gunner.

He is a six year old grossly overweight life long pet of a friend who moved to Thailand. I could not see this guy just tossed aside so I offered to help find him a forever home. They called him “Crazy Legs” because he would attack your legs.  Wow were they not kidding… this guy is treacherous.  I had cuts and scratches all over me from him attacking me as I’d walk by. There was no petting him without being in danger.  Once he attacked me from across the room and left marks all over my chest.  I was a little nervous about sleeping in the first days after he moved in with me, that he would attack my face at night. I mean not your usual kitty play. we’re talking dangerous injury kind of kill pray kind of thing. Me being the pray. I think this cat weighed close to 30 lbs, and  has a big cat (like tiger sized) mind.  I quickly realized that he was not going to find a home.  I’m faced with putting him down or putting him in a no kill shelter who will keep him caged for life, or biting the bullet so to speak and keeping him myself. I’ve renamed him Gunner for his gun metal color and have put him on a diet where he has lost maybe 4 or 5 lbs over the month and still needing to lose about 8 to 10 more.  He may put me in a position to have to find another home as I’m not suppose to have a cat where I live.  I’m going to ask if I can pay a hefty deposit, non refundable, with written promise of carpet cleaning etc when I move out. Gunner is not a dirty cat, he is very quiet, doesn’t get into anything, and is trying so hard to learn how to be gentle and loving.  He wants to be secure so badly. I have to try.

So at least at the moment, I have a blue ‘”fat” murderous cat named Gunner, and, if you have been paying attention… I now also have a blue horse.

(Yes I know, she looks mouse brown here, but she is what is called a grulla known for their blue-ish tint with dark head, legs, mane and tail, and stripes also on their legs and stripe down the back.  Once shed  out she will be a deep slate smokey color with a blue-ish tint.)

From my favorite bloodlines in the Spanish Mustang breed, I’ve named her Passionata di Catalano after my passions for this breed, for horses in general, and given her my maiden name Catalano which means from Catalan Spain where our Sicilian family originated many many moons ago during the Catalan/Iberian reign. A tiny little thing, she will be perfect for my family and inexpensive to feed and maintain. She was given to me from Laura Louise Jayne  Mueller of Spanish Horse Conservatory, the lady I once bought my first Spanish Mustang from. Now to keep on the path of the opportunity that has been afforded me. To intertwine her into my family as a member, train and show her in exhibitions, and just enjoy a horse (One Horse) for the sake of a horse and for no other reason no matter how grand or potentially beneficial.  Creator, please give me the strength and wisdom to stay on this path, and to keep from trying to turn it into something more than it is fated to be.

Aho

So, the plan is to locate a place to bring Passionata home to this June in Silverton for the summer then to just begin the life long process of becoming friends with her.  To some time by next summer buy a saddle something like this Portuguese Vaquero saddle for her.

With matching bridle and equipment. while in the meantime start her training for classical style work that will prepare her for Garrocha.

I’d knot her tail up like you see here and braid her mane up and go to exhibitions… I think Passionata would be very pretty and well suited for this kind of work, as well as trail riding and family enjoyment.

So unless the creator changes things up on me once again this is where I sit. A blue cat named Gunner, more than likely a new place to live by next summer, a blue horse named Passionata di Catalano and a dream of trail riding,  along with Garrocha exhibitions and family fun.

Wish me luck!

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