This is a blog about comments and commenters. I might not have followed the directions completely but it turned into a fun blog about conversations from times past.
Why it’s not a failure when you can’t help someone rise from negativity
This is wonderful! Almost everything that seems really base or horrible to me I can almost universally define as “low vibration” thinking. ABBA and Kylie Minogue music best fit my idea of how the world should sound… I get the Pollyanna reference also. The thing that really seems to destroy people is when they keep saying they have bad luck – that is the statement that runs most counter to Law of Attraction good fortune.
An empath must always love themselves and be healthy before helping others
Empaths must not substitute the satisfaction of helping others for the inner peace they would feel from healing themselves.
You always know what to say to help it all make sense. Thank you for speaking your truth.
Nikki Lopez Mendez
Well, damn…there it is, all up in my face and I can’t deny it! I love helping others, it makes me feel great, and I don’t love myself because I don’t think I deserve it. Gonna keep reading so I can love myself!
When I wrote this blog, I had never heard of ambiverts…
Colleen McAndrews-Dodd
Those definitions couldn’t be more accurate! I have often asked myself the same question about you; are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introverts, like myself, are hard enough to understand, but I think you’ve topped it! (That was a compliment ;). Is there a quiet Kris, yet a loud one as well? I think I would confuse myself if I were you! Do your -verts change with your mood? My mind is just filling with questions…
From Brenna
One word…paradox… Another concept…slipstream and split timelines… You know, electrons are not always here. Where do they go? We don’t know. Perhaps into one of the other timestreams of parallel universes. Perhaps through the fabric of what we can see with our limited three dimensional senses (they only seem unlimited, because we can’t usually see in four dimensions) into a space that we cannot see, because we are so limited. We postulate that the fourth dimension is time. We don’t know for certain that it is, but people CAN see in time…some people…sometimes.
If you’d like a for-instance… I do something (no, I can’t control it, so don’t ask) that is akin to astral. I don’t just travel in space. I travel in time, usually forward but sometimes back. I’ve had dreams where I am standing behind myself, observing. I think Em has heard me talk about this before, so she already knew this about me. I will stay for a time and then leave. I remember these “dreams” and when they occur, I already know what the people around me are going to say and do, because I’ve heard it before. I also know where my astral is in the room, but I’ve always been afraid to turn and look myself in the eye, not that I know I’d be able to see myself, at all. That’s when I go forward.
When I go back, it’s a different affair. The most potent one of these I had was when I was in grade school. Again, I was standing behind someone. In this case, it was my parents. I was sitting in the back seat of a car, and I had the distinct impression that I was hiding from them. The dream was so vivid that I asked my father when it happened, relating everything they said and did, believing it was a memory I had of being a toddler, before my parents separated. Since I wasn’t standing behind myself, that made sense… In my mind, it couldn’t have been an astral, because I wasn’t behind me. Any doubts my father had about what I was capable of vanished. You see… It was a memory of sorts, but it was an echo of a night a year before I was even conceived. I couldn’t have “remembered” it, because I technically didn’t exist yet.
Don’t get my biological mother on this subject, though. It seems that me conversing with my grandmother’s twin (who died when she was 16) was a little too much for her. Then, she found out that I could do this astral thing, and that was the last straw for her. Reason for it? She’s never had a psychic experience in her life…save one, and once she found out about my astral, she blamed that one on me. When she was pregnant with me, my Uncle Bobby (her youngest brother) was in Viet Nam. She had a very vivid dream of standing there, watching him make a phone call from Nam. My Aunt Peggy called her the next morning, and my mother passed this amusing dream along. Uncle Bobby HAD called Peggy from the field the night before. Out of the ordinary was definitly not Bio-B’s thing, and her concept that I’d dragged her along for the ride with me didn’t sit well with her.
Brenna
Well, that was quite a few comments.. LOL
And I only went back less than 20 years.. wow.. I have a blog that is nearly 30 years old..
anyway
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