The World Isn’t Ending, It’s Having an Orgasm

First of all, let me say that I hate discussing sex in any public forum. I was raised in a family of devoted and faithful Mind Your Own Business-ers. My Dad would probably call that “a real mick thing.” He, an Irish, early model baby-boomer, born in 1940’s San Francisco, would instruct us in this social education by saying things like, “Who cares shithead,” in response to guests on The Dr. Phil Show, whom he would note as he would walk past the television my brother and I were watching after school. It should be added that the only reason we would be watching Dr. Phil in the first place would be for the sheer purpose of provoking him to say that, so that we could then laugh our fucking heads off for three minutes straight. “Dad said shithead!” we’d shout with the kind of glee that is really only appropriate if it is Christmas morning and you still believe in Santa. “You little shits are just trying to harass your poor old man,” he would say, with a gleaming look of pride that let us know he had purposefully raised us to be good at harassing people. But the lesson was “Don’t air your dirty laundry, and maybe not even your laundry!” Now, in a lot of ways I tend to agree with this philosophy. Although my reconciliation of it is far more liberal, and I find leeway for myself in exchanging knowing and feeling with others, I feel that these sacred secrets lurking through me, like ghosts, tend to ground me in my vessel, and give me just enough loneliness to feel alive in this world. And so while I’m pretty open in a lot of ways, I have my secrets, I keep other people’s secrets, and if it goes in the secret box, it will be spending six feet under with me.

As a result of this tendency in me, I will, in regards to the personal nature of this article, refrain from any personal anecdotes. I actually experienced a good couple minutes of straight up, “So this must be sorta what a heart attack feels like?” palpations when I received the message to write this piece this morning. I’m not even going to lie. My first thought was, Oh Jesus Christ, Universe, are you fucking with me? The sciatica you kept me up with all night wasn’t enough I see. Now I realize I probably sound like Church Lady at this point, to anyone who still even gets that reference, but it’s just my personality, and I don’t think everyone needs to be like me. I won’t judge you for not being super secretive, like me. In fact, I’ll probably secretly cheer you on, with a secret twinge of jealousy at your lack of secretive neurosis.

And us being on the topic of the baring (or at least, down to bra and panties wearing) of the soul, gives me the perfect segue to my point:

Every shitty, painful thing in your life is your soul on its way to a climax.


Hmm. Now. Could I have put that in a more sensitive way? Perhaps. But try to think of it as my bad writing helping your soul on its way towards climax. And if that turns out to be true, which it won’t, then you should probably, definitely subscribe (which I hope you do anyway.) All kidding aside, I’m serious. I know this whole “bad things happen for a good reason” thing is nothing new. And I know that when you’re in pain, it pretty much sounds like, “Every bad thing that happens is just a good thing turned upside down! So put on a happy face and eat up that burning dog shit life left at your doorstep!” Now, don’t slap me, but that’s soooooo my point. See. Orgasms have taught me that just because it can come across as trite, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. Things, even human attitudes and philosophies, begin dishonestly, and end up revealing their origins. The lie tells itself. The pain gives up itself, expands beyond what it is, and echoes in ecstasy, and torment, at once—finally finding itself in the paradise-paradox state from which logic had once divorced it. This is the heart of life.

Each heart beats, and accelerates with exhilaration in times of pain and other excitements, taking on an erratic and delirious rhythm that eventually leads the subject to some sort of collapse, exhaustion, and often the most, long, slightly death like, peaceful dips into the cold black shadows of sleep. And what is a good sleep if not, the death that we live for? This is the medicine of life’s madness. This is the machine in love’s ghost. Your soul is a scrambling little cog in its grotesque, and yet elegant wheel. It isn’t romantic to think of it that way, “Wait so the spiritual plane is basically the industrial era?” Well…think of it more as a work of art, a masterpiece, masquerading as a thing in order to make its point.

Think of it as…the soul simply playing its part along the stage. And let’s face it, the soul is getting something out of it: an orgasm. The little, noisy irritations of life; the most heart wrenching sorrows; the deepest and most horrifying and infected of emotional wounds…they all go somewhere. And what is going somewhere but evolution? What is evolution but getting better? What is evolution, but the physical dimension’s linear time perception of divinity’s path, wherein the past is always the caveman, the present is always the wondering halfway-man, and the future is the space flying star child, whose best friends with a robot. We see everything in the successive motion of cause and effect, because we do not see that cause and effect happen at once, and directly influence one another, and are in fact layered upon one another, in a very quantum mechanical sense, or as I prefer, a David Bowie-esque sense. The thought of cause losing its role in the theater of destiny robs us of logic. And that loss is evolution for us. But it only happens because we have the logic to lose in the first place. The Angry God has to consume us in his fire belly to expel us into divinity and ashes. We go though pain and thus evolution because of logic—because we’re on earth, where logical separations exist in order to slice like Michael Myers knives into our feeling experience as souls. And this slice opens up our veins, and lets us freely bleed out. And we have to go through that, we have to be sliced open, so that we can bleed in the final, and sweetest release of….

In this release, we know and yet we do not. We look out from the unknowing-knowing paradox kingdom of our Garden of Eden, pre-earth, pre-3rd dimension, gaze. We are in ecstasy—we return to the paradise of our consciousness, the garden we were cast out of, because the angry God we fed with fear discovered that we were bad children. This angry God was our logical, conscious mind, making his rude acquaintance to the quiet dreaming subconscious soul, and this world became the soul’s knowing of him. And ever since, we have lived as souls in the flesh of this earth, in one dimension of our existence, which we assume (wrongly) to be the only plane upon which we currently operate. Our freedom is in traveling out of this dimension. We literally seek to exit through the bowels of the Angry God who consumed us. This God, who is divine because he swallows us, and forces us through the battles of life, into the anticipated release, and resurrection.


It is only through intensity, which can only come as a result of a well satisfied familiarity with disaster, heartache and suffering, that we find this release. Pain is the friction, and its release, the gratification. And although we think one causes the other, there is no cause, only infinite interrelation and destiny, along the star-crossed paths of pain and wonder, which have no beginning or end. And once pain and wonder at last align, their paradox creates a child, and gives birth to new consciousness. This is literally how we cross from one dimension, into another.

Consciousness, at this time is shifting. Our awareness is evolving, out of sheer force, out of sheer pain, and out of sheer necessity. We are giving into ourselves left and right, sharing in our combined agony, and our actions that result, will be the labor pains that give birth to a new version of ourselves. We’ve been evolving all along. We’ve gotten better at killing each other, but we’ve gotten better, in some ways at least, at helping each other live, too. We have all kinds of ways to help people live, because we care about them. This means, contrary to the doomsday feeling in the air as of late, that this is not the end. The gloom is only just the darkness, that always falls loftily before the dawn.


Collectively, we must all reach a point of pain, where the pain is effectively spread so resoundingly, that we finally know there is nothing we don’t share. In having this realization, we lose the logically induced separations. We achieve the nirvana of being the truth of ourselves—which is the paradox of self and God in one. In the sense of being a self, we are the individual, and yet we are God in the sense of being everyone. We can only be everyone if we are connected to ourselves, and we can only be ourselves if we are connected to everyone. And what is more, those connections must be built by strong bridges, intense bridges—and one of the best materials for building strong bridges? Bricks. Pain. Pain is love. Pain is love being crushed by the reality, stacking up on itself, building a bridge away from itself, and to itself. And reality is pain and love becoming each other, being the connection, and the connected things at once. The reality is the release. The reality is the orgasm. Life is the sex that gets us there, the release is the orgasm, and a new dimension of realization is the child born as a result.

See, our souls don’t care about pain. Our souls just want to….

Finish the last line for yourself. And if your mind is in the gutter when you do, recall the fine words of Oscar Wilde, “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”



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Why Feminine Intelligence Will Save Us From Ourselves

How Empathy and Emotional Evolution Will Save Us, and Why Feminine Energy is the Answer to Political Struggle, & Cultural Divineness That is Ceasing the World


Human consciousness is accelerating, moving through the woods and darkness of its own intelligence, awakening to itself. There is sound, where there was before only silence. What is it? This is waking up. This is the noise. The first beautiful and fantastic fits of hysteria, which seem so utterly painful as they happen, from a macroscopic view, that is, a bird’s eye perspective, are the bright, curving spindles that begin in the center of some enigmatic pattern, forming the humming figure of a universe in full motion.


A new dimension is opening. You can read my words as the crooked ravings of a street lunatic with a keyboard, because they fail, as words inevitably will, to capture the grandness of human feeling and perspective as it widens before itself. Yet, that is what is happening right now. What is it? This is the feminine dimension. The other, sacred half of our experience. The denied portion of our sensual capacity.

For a very long time, we have tried to escape the feminine. And let’s be clear that I am not even speaking, particularly, of women—but just of feminine energy, in general. Patriarchy, whatever we say, has been our king and our primary ruler for a very long time. We have raged his wars, we have built his towers and castles, we have pretended his politics and we have gratified his need to preside over this and that. This is masculine energy. I’m not attacking him. In astrology, our most ancient method of determining symbolical representation, masculine energy is represented by the sun. He is the golden, wondering spirit, compelling the human existence to capture, to search out, to reason. Without his ego, we aren’t individuals. Without his voice, we won’t hear ourselves speaking—we won’t exist as we know ourselves, in this physical dimension, to be heard. Masculine energy is defining and questing, and his urge to possess, is born out of a desire to organize the unending layout of reality before him. Great. I say “great” somewhat sincerely, and somewhat sarcastically. Sincerely because we obviously need masculine energy, and sarcastically because his shit is getting old.

Yes, it is. But it’s not that we need to destroy him! We just need to recognize his shit. We need to recognize our shit. We need to calm him on the carpet for it. We need to call ourselves on the carpet. It’s just the only way to deal with him/ourselves. We need to see that without the feminine influence, the other side of our sacred duality, the other face of the deity in whose image we are created, the masculine forces within us begin to swell into corrupt and frankly bullshit-ey figures that insult our purposes as human creatures, as animals sharing in the collective organism and consciousness of this world, this universe.

And using our empathic intelligence, I think we can do this. First of all, empathy is if nothing else, a profound tool for gaining insight, and knowledge. Through an empathic perspective, we can begin to feel the truth of our collective consciousness. When we tap into that otherness beyond ourselves, and yet, that is essentially, the deepest heart of who we are, what is it that we all feel we need? We all feel that we need to feel. We all become aware of this massive lack in terms of emotional security and truth, and the disorienting result of our human passions, and emotional consciousness, smashed like glass against the hard fixations of the rationalist agenda. This rationalist agenda is the physical and masculine world, whose only spirituality has been translated into the politics of religion until deity was filtered out, and whose only enlightenment was broken down in the rigid confinement of textbooks. Structures—logic—linear drawings of institutional concepts—these were the tools that he drew the world with. And while we needed (and need) this masculine influence to shape, and define our reality, we have lost touch with the sea of color, the spacious rhythm, of her—the mother, the black, endless womb, from which we feel, and originate.


This is why our culture denies sensitivity, and asks it to be quiet. “There is a time and place for emotions, and it isn’t now.” “We need to be reasonable.” “Let’s assess this logically.” “Let’s be rational.” But what if we need to feel, and further, evolve in terms of that feeling intelligence, in order to become whatever the solution actually is?

The world is shitty. We wish to make sense of it. But what if that’s a childish wish? What if there is no sense to make of this reality, what if there is simply a reality here for us to instead, sense? Does not all change first happen within the internal self? Cognitive therapy has become popular, because it promotes the idea that we can simply change once we become aware of the irrationality of our neurosis. And yet, this awareness does nothing but perplex and frustrate us, and we sit eternally on the proverbial couch, waiting for the logic to matter enough. And it never does.

So maybe what we need to do collectively—no maybe what we are doing collectively, is realizing that logic is not enough. A feminine balance is necessary, in this masculine world. A feeling consciousness is necessary. The solutions aren’t in a game of puzzles spread out and sorted by fat, political fingers. It isn’t as easy, as rectifying some order, out of all of this massive mess that is the human passion and experience. As a collective, we must become aware of this internal force, just as individuals do. And we must begin to heal, from the inside out. We must see what we are, and we must emotionally evolve to see that there will never be a solution, without our emotional perspective—without our being able to know, the inherent truth that in each minute episode of suffering, no matter how far away it may seem from us, it is happening to us. When we cut others down, no matter what their religion, their gender, their country of origin, their orientation, race, or what have you—we bleed. And when we destroy our environment, we destroy ourselves. But without the acceleration, and the gift of emotional evolution, we will only be able to muse over whether or not this is true, and we will not feel it—because we will not be in touch with ourselves, enough to feel it.


And yet, we are beginning to feel it. This is the gift of feminine consciousness. The great receiving intelligence, who flows and intuits, who moves and curves and is one with all that appears to her—and all becomes her, and comes from her. She is in harmony. She is in touch. She is the great mother, the great mystery. He has feared her, and he has built castles, and made wars, and made up everything, just to impose order upon her sacred mystery. Just as he has wrestled to possess nature, he has tried to own her. And it is really time that we call him on his shit. It is really time, that we call the great mother out of the depths of our insides. That we yank our own mess out of our tangled bellies, throw it before us and feel this life until we understand it better. It’s our only hope of survival.


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Is Destiny Real? The Subconscious Gateways & The Soul

Have certain events in your life felt like destiny and what is this thing that we call destiny? For any event to transpire, as I am pretty sure most quantum physicists will agree, the event has to concentrate its manifestation as an expression of one outcome out of what would be perhaps, infinite potential outcomes. When you are making a decision—for the sake of simplicity, let’s choose the example of deciding what sort of sandwich you want for lunch from a sandwich shop—whatever sandwich you end up with, is just one of many potentials. For you to end up with the turkey on rye, you had to first be presented with a certain order of options—and then the very presentation of these options, whether you consciously knew it or not, had to have factored into your ultimate choice. What I mean by this is, if we are to believe in this thing that we call the butterfly effect, which conveys the understanding of the inherent interrelatedness of all things, then we have to accept that options themselves contribute to the outcome.

So then how does this play into the idea of destiny? When I give readings, I often see one of two arrangements regarding the future: either the outcome is an assortment of possibilities (two or more), in which different courses of behavior (options) will determine the unique outcome, or the outcome is only consisting of one possibility. In the former situation, the perceptual observer (you, the individual) hasn’t yet considered the options entirely in order to be set upon a certain decision (the chosen sandwich, for example) that manifests as a certain behavior (ordering said sandwich.) In the latter situation, the individual (and all involved parties) have already been influenced by all options, leading to a certain behavior that guarantees a certain result.


I’ve been given a specific image to describe here: you stand in front of your upcoming life. In reality, the entirety of it has already occurred (because time doesn’t actually exist, but that’s for another article.) However, as you perceive things, much of your life has not yet happened. You stand now in the present, and look upon a path that represents your future. To your right, and to your left, scenes, such as in a movie, are being acted out. These scenes represent all of the infinite potentials within each tiny fraction of your life. Because all of these potentials appear there, being acted out as they are, what you can infer, is that in some sense they are all happening. There is no one certain outcome in any instance of your life at all, but rather, infinite outcomes, realities, and versions of your story play out before you. They’re all happening, and therefore, they are all real. And yet, none of them, as far as your perception goes, have happened yet, and therefore, none of them are real. They exist, and yet they do not. And this, as far as my crystal ball is concerned, is the beginning of destiny.

What happens next? Where is the destiny in a sea of destinations? As you move onwards along this path that is your future, and as each blip of your future becomes your present, and then your past (to your perception, which imagines this linear nature of time), these different movie scenes are paralleled against an infinite background in your mind of choice—choices that are then made, and in true butterfly effect fashion, effect a further course of choices. Do you sip your coffee now, or five seconds from now? Do you spill some of it on your blouse because you choose to wait until the end of a paragraph in an article you are reading to sip it, and at that moment, someone honks their horn so loudly outside of your apartment that you jerk a bit? And then, do you choose to change your blouse? And if you do choose to change it, does the time that this requires cause you to be late on your way to the office, and on the subway you accidentally bump into an old friend, who offers you the choice of a job opportunity, and do you then take this opportunity? If you do, you might meet your future spouse while picking up a coffee nearby at your new job, and the two of you might have children, and then later buy a home in the suburbs! You see, your life might really begin to change, destiny might really begin to seem predestined, as your life becomes significantly impacted, by these tiny little microcosmic, seemingly innocuous choices. Look back on your life, and look upon those significant moments where you met someone very important, or something very life changing occurred: it was the little things, as much or more so than it was the big things, that etched the portrait of your existence. Certainly you worked hard for everything you have, but what made you work hard? Choices. And what about the ways in which that hard work paid off—well that too was a matter of choice. In the first case, you consciously executed your choices towards a specific goal, and in the second case, you came upon the opportunity of its realization by accident. And what’s interesting is, that goal, whether it’s a job position you hold or a spouse you married or a child you had or a novel you wrote or a degree you earned, would have never have materialized without the combining forces of these different stages and matters of choice—the conscious and subconscious choices.


Let’s go further with this, and see how it plays into the idea of destiny. Because there is not some God in the clouds moving lightning bolts until you get promoted, and we know that, and yet there is the sneaking sense of an unseen hand at certain times—in the ways in which things fall together—that seems, well, destined. What is that? Well, let’s go back to the movie scenes that stand to the left and right of the future, the movie scenes which represent all the possibilities spinning on the roulette wheel of what may come. This image summons the forces of your total self—your conscious and subconscious mind. You see, there is such thing as destiny, because there is such a thing as you. And you, being an empathic creature, being a human, being a form of consciousness, are connected to everything else, to this environment, that becomes apart of your life—what you could call destiny. Who is this “you” who I am equating with destiny? This you is your conscious and subconscious mind. The two are related into the total unity of your individual capacity, and yet they move through this life in two very different, yet interconnected ways, forming what we call destiny. Let’s begin with the most familiar mind—the conscious mind—I’m talking to the mind that is currently reading this article. This conscious mind has a lot of ideas, and a lot of inclinations. It’s like the control deck of the individual. The conscious mind tries to sort out a good plan, tries ever so hard to make sense of itself. It can only take so much at a time though, and so much of what goes on in the background (the subconscious) must be suppressed, and kept there in the shadows until it can be dealt with. Often these things which are suppressed are deep rooted fears and desires, that sort of stuff. Well, the conscious mind tries to form goals for itself, despite all of these pressures. It has to sort through the subconscious to determine what goals exist there for it to make into behaviors for you to play out. And so many of your behaviors result in outcomes you only subconsciously want to experience, and consciously would dread, while many others still are desired by both the subconscious and the conscious. The former will be often categorized later as “mistakes” and the latter will be regarded by you as “successes.” So why would your subconscious desire mistakes? Well, it wants to bring itself to your attention, it wants you to know of a particular weakness, an ache or a pain, that is residing inside of you—so it’s only choice is to bubble these pressures up until they manifest in your waking life. The successes are of course more intentional, and can’t ever happen without the mistakes. So in truth, your subconscious and conscious really want the same thing, it’s just that while your subconscious mind seeks out the learning process, your conscious mind often resents it. This resentment gets fed back into the ranks of the subconscious, and the whole process starts all over. And this keeps going, until you’re Buddha or Jesus (just kidding, sort of.)


At any rate, what we’re beginning to see at this point is that you have two decision makers operating here: the conscious and subconscious. The conscious is very direct. It realizes a desire for an education, for example, and it prompts you to apply for a scholarship you saw. The subconscious is indirect: it realizes a desire for an education, and it prompts you to take a different route to work so that you notice an advertisement for that scholarship you end up applying for. Notice you made two choices here, that were both intended to result in a specific outcome, but only one of these choices revealed its motives, and this was the choice made by the conscious mind.

The subconscious mind is indirect because it is of a feminine, yin nature, while the conscious is direct because it is of a masculine, yang nature. While we’re on the subject of investigating destiny, let’s take a moment to think about these different energies that approach fate in two distinct, yet parallel ways: that is, masculine and feminine. So what is feminine, and what is masculine? It’s a matter of energy. The subconscious mind is energetically composed of feminine: that is, she is soft, underneath, receiving, intuiting, emotional, selfless and communicative. The conscious self is masculine: he is defined, exposed, projecting, rationalizing, logical, ego-oriented and active. In this way, each of us operates as both male and female, from an energetic standpoint. So, how does this play into destiny?


Let’s think about the mechanics here. The subconscious and the conscious, while distinct, form one total being. Who is that? The total—the sum, the whole. The total is the whisper on your shoulder, that says very gently, while you wrestle with the shadows, while you play in the soft music and movement, and while you wonder and labor over what it all means, “I know, and you are being watched over by me. Don’t worry, I have a plan.” Now, even if you are of a very skeptical nature, I suspect you have at one time or another had this sense. You can call it made up, but I don’t think it is. I think, wherever we hear ourselves, there is a voice, and whatever it says, comes from a perception in you, and like all of your perceptions, it holds its rightful place in reality. Only this voice is the combining of all of the perceptions in you—this voice is your mega voice—the voice of the total self—the higher self. On some other level, at some other vibration, and in another dimension superseding that which you are immediately aware of, resides the combined essence of subconscious and conscious—the soul, the higher self, or whatever you want to call it. This being, who is seeing your life in its entirety, laid out quite flat, like a well-written comic-book, understands the way in which you, as the heroine, perceive that the left end of the page is happening before the right end. Yet from the higher self’s view, it’s all right there already—it’s all happened, to the higher self. To the higher self, this book has been written, and it only hasn’t happened from the heroine’s perspective. But the higher self feels that too—because she understands the heroine’s perspective (your perspective), and she understands that you do not see it all the way that she does.


You see, the higher self is observing everything, right? She is the observer: observing you, from your different vantages, as a conscious and subconsciously arranged being. And she is you—without her, reading your life in that comic, you simple aren’t here. She brings you to life, she breathes right through you—and here you are. She is the artist, she puts the story on your page. She writes your book—your destiny. But how? Now, this is where the subconscious and conscious really work together. Remember that the subconscious is feminine—intuiting, receiving and what not? Well, the subconscious is like the ocean, and the higher self is like the moon, guiding her tides. The subconscious is psychic, because she is most profoundly in touch with the higher self, being that she is of a hidden, receiving nature. Your subconscious is like your portal to all things other than here—living between these worlds, and translating from one darkness to one light, from one soul to one mind. She receives the tidal directions from the higher self, and lets the turbulence thus ripple so beautifully in her eternal underneathness. Her waves rise up tremendously or subtly, into the air above the sea—and the air, which is of a mental consistency, forms the masculine, conscious mind. The air projects—he blows and carries and moves into the material—he acts out the story that has been written. Your subconscious is psychic, and so she receives, she channels and listens—she hears it all. Remember the scholarship example earlier? Who made you interested in that education in the first place? You might think it was your own will. And it was, but this will came from a subconscious place. It was arranged so that you would find yourself here, as this person is who is interested in education and scholarships, or whatever it is you are interested in. And this is destiny.

While this subject matter is obviously (I repeat, obviously) far too expansive to ever cover in a series of a thousand books, let alone an article, before I go, I will briefly go over the million dollar question, which we will further get into in a future post: what can we do about destiny, if it is after all, destiny? The answer is, nothing, and yet everything.

Ever notice that sometimes it feels like you’re fighting your own story, your own life, or yourself? That’s because you are. It’s a very human thing to do that. What we often do, because of our egos (which we do need, but that’s another story), is we attempt to write ourselves off the page. Now this can’t really be done, but it sort of can. And when we do it, we’re defying the universe. It’s a bit like bringing the dead back to life—it just never quite works out (listen up John Snow, you know nothing.) Kindly excusing the unnecessary Game of Thrones reference (thank you) you know what I mean. We can get away from that, if we will just give into it. The more we become the whole, and the less we become the part, the more things will go our way, the more life will fall into place. It’s a matter of self-unification, it’s a matter of reaching closer into the utterly mysterious depths of the higher self, by bringing together the conscious and subconscious. The closer we get to the whole, the further we are from the part, and being further away from the part, and closer to the whole, puts us into direct contact and awareness with our true power. From the perspective of the whole, we can begin to see the psychic material that makes the concrete material of this physical experience. We can then begin to impose our own will, and projections upon this material, and in effect change the course of our lives. Empathic intelligence allows us to do just this, because it is through empathy that we can connect all of our different selves together, and more closely become aware of the whole self, or the higher self. From there we can move and shift the psychic energy of our lives. Using the Empathic Healing Method, I do something like this with my clients, and you can read more about it here if you are interested. Or wait for my next post, in which I will cover this aspect of destiny in greater detail.

Until next time…thank you for reading, Empaths!


Does Empathy Lead to Psychic Abilities? Part II

In my previous post (Part I) we explored the nuts and bolts of how empathy and psychic ability are interrelated, and come together in a sort of outer level of awareness, which is the imagination. I promised a Part II of that post would shortly follow, in which we would move in the direction of applying this knowledge to actual psychic development.

First, I should say that it makes some sense to imagine that there is a difference between willful psychic interpretation and the psychic impressions that will just happen to you without you having asked for them (or at least without you having intentionally asked for them.) The difference of course is self-explanatory, but I just want to mention it briefly so it will be clear that what we are talking about here is willful psychic impressioning, which can easily cause or increase the event of an unwilled kind and vice versa.


Willful psychic impressioning is not just beneficial for the obvious reasons of gaining access to information you would not otherwise know. In fact, I’m not sure that I would ever say that is even the main benefit of it. Once I begin to explain how it is done, you will understand what I mean because you will begin to see and feel how it is really a matter of connecting into a framework of perceptual experience that is lush and grounding in nature. It transports you beyond the mundane organizing of everyday awareness, which is a self-monitoring and therefore somewhat boring perspective. That is, contrary to what one might initially think, the real observation of beingness is the everyday sort of activities; whereas, the sensual beingness occurs in these higher planes of sorting through energy and becoming one with that essence of ourselves that is not us, but all things connected. In the regular traffic of life we are always caught in this illusion of defining and labelling ourselves and everything around us. It is arguably a necessary way to be when we’re just operating on the material plane, but it is a constant task of separating ourselves from everything and everyone, including ourselves, because we must always be labeling and judging the stimuli. To give an example, we might be thinking to ourselves at some point while running an errand to the bank, I am going to the bank. And in this way, we’ve got to remind ourselves of what it is that we are doing, and consciously label that experience, in order to keep track of things. But in doing so, we don’t really become absorbed in the experience, because we’ve imposed expectations about how it will go and how we will go about it—in doing so, we’re limiting and filtering the potential to discover the moment, and to be absorbed by it. We’re checking something off of our list. It’s a duty, and because we have such a mindset that knows it is a duty, it will typically feel more like one than something we don’t think of as a duty. To put it in a few words, anything that is perceived as an obligation will be work and not play. And however necessary it is, this is a disconnecting way of life that is constantly thrust upon us. But what we may forget, or not always realize, is that we can get out of this. We can sometimes dive into moments we would have otherwise just considered to be obligatory and tedious, and discover that experience in a way that becomes fascinating. And of course there is a fine line (you don’t want to end up behaving like someone on psychedelics while you’re standing in line at the bank.) My point is, at the same time, you want to care a little less about your behavior—you want to lose a little bit of that labeling of your experience that we call “self-awareness” and that is, essentially, the ego’s way of keeping you away from being in this moment. You want to be, and not to behave, and this is what makes it all so interesting for you. And this is done by checking out of regular consciousness and checking in to psychic consciousness.


Intuition is a matter of willing yourself into an awareness and a sensitivity that you already possess. It’s being so distracted by all of the energy surrounding you that you become focused entirely through it. This connects you to everything in such a way that you become disconnected from your ideas about being separate. Here is a good way to start: allow yourself to feel absolutely everything around you. And doing this can be broken down into two very simple steps: 1) wondering what things around you feel like and then trying to feel them, without worrying at all about the logical possibilities of this and; 2) not bothering to tune anything out—letting yourself be totally absorbed by this world, by this universe, and all its discomforts and comforts, until these labels of experience that empaths feel (pain vs happiness) dissolve away their labels and become beingness. And you become that beingness. If we tune into just one stimuli, particularly a painful one, of course it is just painful, and so we’ll naturally shy away from our intuition. But if we let ourselves become one with the noise of everything, that begins to change; the sound of one faucet dripping is just irritating, but the sound of everything is intoxicating and delightful.

People who identify as empaths will likely find this particularly liberating, as empaths are often used to trying their hand at the constricting remedy of closing themselves off or shielding themselves for “protection.” This is because shielding our energy is a way of censoring psychic perception, and it therefore does nothing but filter our natural creative experience and divine perception. The more we let our guard down, and surrender to what we are, and the nature of our own sensitivity, the more we are able to experience oneness. And that oneness is simply the consciousness which you identify as you slipping into everything else; you then become everything else, because you begin to experience yourself as everything else. And this is because you allowed yourself to feel it, in the first place. I will tell you that I generally find it is much easier to do this outdoors, although it can be done anywhere. I think this is because when we are outdoors, whether that means the streets or the woods, we are in general given a sense of being more exposed to everything. When we are indoors, it is more common that we feel some sense of being farther away, or separated, and so the indoors present a minor obstacle to psychic consciousness. But that is a minor detail that can be overcome with just a little patience, if you can’t get outside for whatever reason.


Once you have gotten yourself even a little bit into that state of mind, any particular thing that your expend your focus towards will easily become apart of your own awareness. And this is because, at this point, you are empathizing, quite naturally, with the greater field of consciousness—of everything—and so anything becomes suddenly more accessible to your knowledge. The illusion of being a separate entity, and everything else around you being separate dismantles at this point, and you then experience this life not just as you, but as the sky, or the cat, or your friend. This is the limitlessness of empathic consciousness. It goes far beyond its usual definitions as being a condition that induces compassion for others and it becomes the condition of compassion in the alchemized form of emotional and spiritual connection to all things. Now, here is where the psychic aspect really comes into play…

Psychic ability is completely a matter of channeling. Channeling brings to mind for many people ideas of séances and chanting. However, channeling is really just the transportation of some piece of information from one place into another. So, the way channeling happens then, is through that connection between one level of consciousness (where the information initially exists) and another (where the information travels.) So the only real objective in psychic work is establishing that connection. This is why I focus upon empathic abilities: empathy is the beginning, the means, and the end to this connection. Empathy is as I said earlier, more than compassion—it is the sharing of someone or something’s awareness, into someone or something else’s awareness. In psychic work, what we want ultimately, is to hold our consciousness at a vibration that opens us up to all intelligence and information. There are chiefly two reasons for this: 1) We don’t know where the information we are searching for exists, and we therefore need all channels to be open so that wherever it is, we’ll find it and 2) If we are just attuned to specific things, we will feel depleted rather than fueled by those things, as empaths do when we inadvertently limit ourselves; if this happens, then we will not have the necessary power of the universal vibration that is required to perform satisfying psychic work. In order to be open to all intelligence, we have to empathize with everything—we have to be as one with everything. This requires the full and temporary release of our own will, in which we allow ourselves to start vibrating, mentally, with another rhythm that is beyond us. This is not as difficult as it may sound, and it will come naturally to empaths, with enough practice. It is at this point that we are inhabiting that plane of empathic consciousness from which all art, wisdom and spiritual information is derived—and this is the divine imagination. The next step in psychic work becomes the absolutely fascinating experience of consciously navigating your own way throughout this plane, with what will typically be a specific target in mind.


So let’s get to that point. Once you are in the right frame of mind (i.e., feeling as one with everything) you will notice a sense of calm and euphoria. This is because you are beginning to break out of your own individual consciousness and into the divine imagination, or what you might call the collective consciousness. Now, with your person or object of interest in mind, you can really get somewhere. First, I will tell you, that it really is all about the guts: the belly, is the center of your body, and your spiritual intelligence. Your brain, or mental awareness, will act like the fingers dialing the address into the GPS, with your belly being the actual GPS. So notice and allow your belly to be in that hollow, expanding feeling of calm as you connect to all things. By doing so, you are effectively turning on the GPS. Next, call into focus your target, and as you do so, you will find that you can pull the energy of your target into your belly. It may be good to begin with a target whom you can physically touch, to facilitate your awareness of the target. If this is not possible, an image, belonging, a birth date, or written/spoken name—something to give you a sense of the target. The next step, as mentioned, involves calling the actual energy of the target into your belly: all this really means is that you focus upon this idea of your target, and then see what feelings first present themselves in your belly. Observe your own vacuum of energy, and see what you begin to feel, sense and think. Let this feeling inhabit you as you attempt to interpret it.

Someone might say, in response to all of this, that it has got to be more complicated than that. And in a sense, it is, because a single blog post, or series of posts, cannot possibly explore the entire process we’re dealing with here. Yet on the other hand, it is not more complicated than that, because a single blog post can fairly outline the basic reaches of this most natural and profound element of intelligence at our disposal: empathy. We have this cultural perception that the supernatural abilities are either too fantastic and therefore unreal, or that they are some kind of completely amazing and special occurrence or “gift” that is only bestowed on a rare, few individuals. I know this, because sometimes people will treat me as if I am special because I am psychic. But the truth is that they are wrong, and I am not, and I am glad that I am not, because that really would mean that I am very alone. And thank God, I’m not alone. Psychic abilities are a natural facet of human spiritual intelligence, and it is an absolute fallacy that virtually anyone can’t potentially manifest them. The reason more of us don’t, is because we aren’t socialized to accept, let alone develop, our spiritual intelligences. The evolution of our society, particularly in recent times that are only just now at beginning of the end, has been on a patriarchal course of will, war and action that has focused purely on the rational, political and technological intelligences, to the exclusion of all others. But that is another topic for another time (which I will be getting to.)

At any rate, what I have shared with you here is at the very basis of how your psychic talents operate, and how you can begin to turn them on and work with them. Of course I could go further with this, and write future posts, or even books that further elaborate on how you can develop any supernatural ability, through the God given source of empathic intelligence. Some of these abilities include the art of manifestation, clairvoyance, and conversation with otherworldly beings. I also have a lot to say on the ethics of psychic work, and the humanness of it. I may write more of these posts in the future, depending mostly on whether or not I can gauge that people want to hear them.

For now, I hope you enjoy exploring your psychic side. Thank you for reading, empaths.

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How Empaths Can Develop Psychic Abilities: The Divine Imagination (Part I)

Dear Empaths,

Your sensitivity makes you a natural psychic, whether you are aware of this or not. This is because empathic intelligence makes you aware and sensitive to all sources of energy. This innate awareness can easily, and quite naturally act as a channel to subtler forms of energy. As a psychic, I can tell you that this is really all that psychic ability—whether it is expressed as clairvoyance or clairaudience or mind reading or what have you, comes down to—the channeling of information, accessed through an empathic sensitivity to said information.

Psychic work involves the primary task, as I mentioned, of getting to (that is, channeling) certain forms of information that could not otherwise be accessed. Information is nothing more than energy. And there is no capacity within us that is a stronger vehicle for energy than empathy. This is why your empathic intelligence is not only a useful, but utterly necessary tool in psychic development. There is much to be said about how to develop psychic ability, as the psychic world is sort of an alternate universe that could amount to endless volumes of explanation. But in today’s post, we’ll just look first at the basic lifestyle of psychic behavior, and the world in which psychic consciousness lives: I’ll call this the divine imagination. Reading this material will help the empathic mind to adapt itself to this psychic realm. And then in my next post, we’ll explore further into the world of hands on psychic experience. This post will be longish, so grab a drink and settle in, and just relax as you read, as this will allow your empathic consciousness to take the wheels.

The first thing I will tell you about psychic ability, is that its less of a skill (although it is a skill) and more of a way of life that is driven by the creative instinct. That is, psychic ability is an imaginative creature. In astrology, we say that psychic and spiritual abilities are ruled by the sign of Pisces, which also governs artists, healers, musicians, and the imagination. (No, this does not mean that if you aren’t a Pisces that you aren’t any of these things.) But it’s no wonder that Pisces rules all of these roles and aspects of experience, being that they are all inherently connected. One cannot exist without the other. And what this means is, one cannot be psychic without being connected to their inner artist, any more than one can be an artist without being connected to their inner psychic. I’m not saying that painters have to be fortune tellers, and psychics have to be poets—rather, I am saying that painters, poets and psychics all draw from the same well, from the same higher channels of consciousness, and to be any of or all of them, you must be in touch with your natural sensitivity (empathic abilities.) Essentially, this entails having a fluid relationship with the imaginative consciousness.


Now, a lot of people consider the imagination to be a matter of fantasy and unrealness.  In other words, the imagination is commonly assumed to be an irrelevant force when one is attempting to gain access to any sort of “real” information. However, consider the way in which art, such as paintings or music imparts us with wisdom, perspective and understanding—in other words, “real” information. Of course, art is always derived from the mysterious genius of human imagination. It is through this entanglement with the imagination that artists channel the deepest and most revelatory projections of truth. We respond to art as we do because it speaks so voluminously and clearly to the deepest and most untouched parts of us—because it wakes up and shakes the truth within that we do not know and yet do know. Art speaks to us, and arouses us out of ourselves, and leads us through the dissolution of screens and smoke we once considered to be truth. We think of the imagination, which is of course the creating hand in all art, as a place from which all fantasy and illusion is born. Yet it is the illusion that then becomes truth, and thus turns what we thought of as truth into illusion. In this way, art frees us from the vacancy of concrete thinking and transports our gaze from the small view of rationality (A + B = C/Individual + Collective= Reality) to the big picture view. This brings us to something like: (A + B +C < The Whole/Individual + Collective + Reality < The Whole; and Individual, Collective and Reality are not separate, and each express one another, and the whole. Of course, our own rationale, which is itself a craft and a meal for the ego, in turn defends itself by accusing this imagination, and its art, of being the unreal source. And we at times trust in this accusation because rationality speaks from the authority of reason. But why do we always trust reason? Why is reason our God? Has reason done any more for us than the imagination, than art? Has it possibly done less? Has reason better informed us? Is it not true that reason misleads us, that reason itself can be molded to accommodate the schemes of ego, and can be more so questioned in such a way that it admits its own inadequacy? To put it another way, perhaps the true flaw of reason is in its execution—for as far as we can reasonably say, we are the sole inventers, and users of reason in this universe. That is, reason is merely a tool we hold, and use for our own flawed purposes. It’s not the pen, it’s the writer. And if we are the writers, reason is merely our pen. It’s of course reasonable to say that there must be, presumably, others pens (beyond reason) in the universe.


So then, the real arguable problem with reason, is that we invented it. It’s our idea. It’s our lens, it’s our way of measuring, and filtering. We like reason because it suits our need to explain this reality. It’s our perception. And yes, this way of seeing and doing that we call reason, of course does hold for us most of the time. But then, as many of today’s quantum physicists will tell you, if you keep following reason long enough, reason begins to fall apart—and pretty soon, when you get right down to it, the laws of physics are being broken right under our noses. And in this way, reason fails us as an ultimate authority, and if we follow him too obediently, he disappears from us entirely. Perhaps one reason for this is that reason is supported upon a process of elimination. It is created for the purposes of the human mind’s need to filter and break down information. It narrows our scope, so that we can “make sense” of a reality that in truth, makes no sense. So it is as Alice in Wonderland discovered, an upside down world in which the sense is the stuff we make up, and the nonsense is all that’s left of what is real! So in order to build this world as we should like it to be, we must cage ourselves in reason—lest we know our own limitlessness. In this way, you could almost say we have unconsciously traded beingness for the illusion of control and order.

But there is no need to attempt the impossible task of utterly wiping out your human rationality—my point is only that we must rationally see the limits of this rationality, if we are to really ever get to the “real” stuff. And we must get beyond these limits, because the very fact that they are limits, makes it clear that we have farther left to go. This universe is as infinite as numbers, as are our minds. Art has proven this to us. We can become our own art, and prove it to ourselves within the quiet, dimensional travels of our own endless space of consciousness. If you look inside of yourself right now, and you ask yourself, where do I end and where do others begin, what you will find is that there is no truly rational answer—which suggests that there is no ending to the defined structure of our human creation. If you ask yourself, where does time end, and where does my awareness of time cease, you will have no answer, no reasonable answer. And your mind will know that the answer to these questions does not exist, because the idea of having any answers at all is a logical notion, and yet there are no answers in logic when you follow it to its end.


Now you may say, well it’s possible for science to know the answers to these questions, whether science currently does or not. And I would not disagree with you. But I would ask, why are we assuming that this thing we call science, which is really just the prerogative of knowledge, is limited in any sense to the confines of reason alone, when science itself exists as an unlimited quest? In another word, can such an unlimited appetite as science be satisfied through limited means? Why would the true will and heart of science, which is only a word for the human desire to know, close its eyes to some other potential way of knowing truth, beyond pure reason, which has already proven itself to science through quantum physics, to be a limited source? And of course I am not referring to certain individuals composing the majority opinion of today, who claim to represent science, some of whom would insist on limiting themselves in this unlimited search—but I am referring rather to the pure, unadulterated spirit of science—of consciousness’s own unending hunger for itself.

But you may still be asking, or be thinking, that the imagination is still a place that conveys ideas and projections that are irrelevant to this reality, to this here and now sort of place. And you could carry that statement a little further to say that certain products of the imagination, like mental travels that go nowhere, fantasies, and other wild entertainments of the mind, are most definitely irrelevant to the here and now. But even then, consider that your imagined thoughts, no matter how rambling or seemingly estranged from regular life they may be, are still in some relationship, intercourse and conversation with who you are now. And in this sense, even our most bizarre type of fantasies hold their own on the stage of ultimate reality. And so, certainly in the case of our more serious and intentional imaginings, the imagination becomes a more obvious portal to truth and understanding. It is the imagination that we are relying on in the ancient practice of vision quests, or sensory deprivation experiences, etc., and all these kinds of mystical undertakings and endeavors used to achieve enlightenment, which we have, from our very beginning, understood to be the most relevant perceptions in terms of revelation, wisdom and truth.


And of course as we all know, when it comes to the creation of art, it is the imagination that we are relying on. This is because, whether the imagination leads to absurdity, fantasy or realistic, these ways of describing whatever origins from it are only labels—a matter of our subjective perception. That is to say, there is no way of dividing the values or determining the limits of the imagination’s fruits—the imagination has no limits. And what this means for us, being that we are the conveyors of the imagination, is that we have no limits. If we can navigate our own imaginative consciousness, we can use it to channel and determine any sort of information we choose. This is why psychic ability is so inherently tied up with the imagination. This isn’t because psychic notions, or the very idea of psychic ability is “made up,” but because there is really no such thing as “made up.” It all exists somewhere, and it exists within the imagination. If we know how to circuit our mind through the imagination, we can connect to information that exists in a relative and valid way to our own reality. And within this potential, resides the heart and nature of psychic work.

But I think I can guess what you might be thinking: how can this thing we call an imagination really lead us to any relevant information, let alone specific, targeted information relating to this existence? And if you are thinking that, then know that in my opinion that is a very valid and well thought out question. And while my response to this question will be covered throughout the remainder of this post, and then more specifically explained in a how-to fashion in my next post, the short answer, to my mind, can be given on the basis of these two concepts which I have briefly touched upon: 1) The imagination is an infinite network of potential consciousness which can be navigated in the exploration and discovery of truth; and 2) Consciousness is the vehicle through which we navigate the imagination, and sensitivity is the driver of this vehicle .


The imagination is like an endless well, from which we can draw whatever we like. Most of the time, we just assume it can only be drifted through, very meaninglessly, for pleasure or whatever it is. What we don’t always notice is that the imagination can also be maneuvered through, with a methodical sense of direction. Artists and other folk have always known this, often without knowing they know it. Artists will experience something in regular life, and then will proceed to create on the basis of that experience. What they are doing is tapping into a certain subject matter that is out there. They move beyond the face value of the experience, and draw directly from the well of the imagination in order to discover the true image that reflects that experience, beyond its face value. This is a kind of research; it very much like looking up books in the library based on a certain topic, or googling about something in particular that has happened to you. You know about something that has presented itself to you in your waking life, and with a steady grasp on that title or topic or concept, you can then find where more information about it exists, until you are able to craft for yourself a better understanding. Artists and regular people are constantly conducting research on this mental level, where the results are nonphysical, and can be spiritually informative in nature. Sensitivity is the ultimate skill which we use when we do this; without sensitivity, we filter the imagination and are unable to find results. It is no different than the physical sensitivity we use to conduct real life research—that is, we rely on the senses to observe whatever it is we are observing. In mental life, everyday people and artists or psychics in particular, rely on the mental senses—the various devices of consciousness—emotion, feeling, imagery, thought, etc. This is why artists and creative people have always been known for their sensitivity and capricious temperaments. Incidentally, this is also why they often have problems with or attraction to substances—they are physically sensitive as well as mentally so, and are easily influenced by substance, which they may either use to further provoke their imaginations, or drown them out entirely.

With psychic experience, it is a very similar thing. That is, psychics or intuitive and empath types of people (who are usually also creative types) experience something in particular or they have a curiosity about something in particular, and then they begin to access information on that particular subject matter, though highways of consciousness (aka, the imagination.) Many intuitive types will live mainly in this world of awareness that we think of as the imagination, to the extent that they end up picking up information on all sorts of things that grab at them as they float through that world, which are often things that were never purposefully sought out at all. And many more still of this type, who become truly psychic, spend so much of their awareness in this realm that they will either through purposeful or accidental development of their abilities, become hip to what they are doing there and they will figure out how to navigate their imaginative consciousness.

This is how I became aware of how I could purposefully use my own abilities. What I gradually discovered was that all of these projections of the mind, the imagination, dreams, etc., may not always have any apparent bearing at least, on the reality of this concrete physical existence, but are nonetheless just as real. That is to say that perception is reality, and if something is perceived by us, whether in a dream or a thought or a mundane occurrence, that thing we perceive exists. It becomes the sound of the tree falling in the forest, that we know is certainly a sound, because we do hear it. Whether it’s a sound without ever being heard, is further more an impossible question, because there are no sounds we do not hear somewhere, on some level of the infinite consciousness. What I am getting at, and this is important in understanding our psychic abilities, is that there is nothing really that proves to us that one kind of perception is any more real or valuable than another. There is only the subjective illusion of this distinction, which people often hold onto for dear life because it gives them some sense of order or control amidst the infinite space of information that is true potential reality.


Once we grasp this, we can hold onto and begin to see into the nature of what we potentially are, and what our abilities potentially are. If you want to develop certain abilities, like your sixth sense or clairvoyance, clairaudience, or a relationship with these beings that people call “spirit guides” etc., then it’s really very simple because all of these potentials are already alive and vivid inside of you. Being a deeply sensitive human being, or an empath, you already live in between worlds, and through them. Because we are all infinitely interconnected to everything, and throughout all vast mystery and all space and time, there is no such thing as any possible energy not travelling through us, and us not travelling through it. And it is this travelling which we can ride consciously to derive information on any subject we wish—it is this travelling that we call the imagination.

Many of you have come into being with this aspect of yourselves, and many of you have knowledge of your spiritual gifts. In addition to those of you just mentioned, my next article will be for anyone reading who either doesn’t think they are “there” yet, or who wishes to go further, or who is simply a curious skeptic: this will be my message to such persons in which we will further unravel what it means to connect to this divine imagination (now that we have established that it is exists and the basic nature of its existence.) I will discuss how anyone can will themselves to access this realm, and how we can become, in every moment of our daily lives, effortlessly aware of and able to navigate through the subtle energy around us, in order to understand and gain information or wisdom concerning anything—anything at all.

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Empaths & The Psychic Cure to Terrorism in the World

I am going to tell you something that goes against everything you’ve heard about empaths, and what they ought to do with themselves. Yet I believe this is a message which will resonate within you, because your own inner voice, I’m suspecting, has already told you what I’m about say, controversial and taboo as it may be.

Empaths: let yourselves feel the pain of the world. Let yourselves feel its suffering. Let yourselves hurt with humanity. Be who you are. Do not shield yourself, do not create an “energy bubble,” and do not imagine the bubble in some particular color (like pink.) Do not hide. Allow me to explain.

There is no such thing as separation from pain, whether it be your own pain or someone else’s. There is only such thing as numbness. And there is no such thing, along these same lines, as separation from others, there is only such thing as numbness. Healing cannot take place without the conscious experience of pain. Healing can only take place in the absence of numbness. And the world needs healing now, more than ever.

Madness, violence and hatred are rushing through the veins of the world like a virus. Everywhere, there is the discovery of new terror. In every human being, there is the sense of hysteria, rising up through the body from the ground, and breaking into the mind like thieves in the night. We speak to each other rapidly about it, with heavy tongues. And we blink with horror as we observe it through our devices. We can feel it wrapping around our collective throat. The recent senseless killings of innocent black men, and the subsequent killings of innocent police officers in Texas, is followed into our troubled minds by the grim knowledge of how not open and shut, this horrible trend in America of terrorism, death and violence is. And however much we pretend to the contrary, none of the horrors and terrors and monsters in the world are. Each one has their story, and nearly every killer that we read about reveals in his bloody wake, a history of monsters in his mind or in his life or both that he knew, before he became one himself. And we can say he’s a monster (because after all, he is one) but we can never say his sickness is exclusive to him. We know others, even as we condemn him, are catching his disease from the womb, the cradle or the classroom, and there’s absolutely nothing, that we can tell, that is being done about it.


But what, if anything, is being done to it, if not about it? We consider these horrors, and these monsters, to be singular and alone in their execution. We react to them with outrageous disgust and sadness. Often, we react to them with obscene rage. And yes, these responses are all very real, very understandable of course—but what do they do, and what do they mean? What does it mean that everyone, particularly that empaths (which incidentally, nearly everyone is to some extent or another) feels the pain of these terrible events?

When we think about it, what our universal feelings in these moments, hours, days, weeks, etc., tell us, is that nothing is separate, and no one is separated. Not even, and perhaps least of all, the monsters. And we know this because of how the things that monsters do affect us. And the monsters know it too. Following this train of realization, it becomes quite clear, that just as we are individual human bodies and minds, we are also one collective human body and mind. Each individual is effected by the collective mind, much like each neuron is effected by the brain. And the collective mind is effected by each individual, just as the brain is effected by each neuron.

And this is where empathy becomes so important, and this is why empaths shouldn’t shield themselves—this is why this trend of spiritual advice, however good its intentions may be, is just paving on the road to hell. Shielding is a defense option, a necessity for warriors on the battlefield—it’s a behavior for fighting times, and peacefully executed or not, it is a way of constricting the soul and feeding the fight. No healing for the individual, or the world, can be had in the wake of “shielding.” To understand this, lets first consider how healing occurs on the individual level. At some point in every individual’s life, crisis begins to rage at them on behalf of all their demons. And I’m not speaking of crisis brought about by external circumstances, nor of crisis brought about by internal circumstances. I’m speaking of true crisis, which raises up like a perfect storm, born out of the relationship between internal and external. Now this is the only crisis there really is, because in the eternal gray area that is all of reality, there is no such thing as a true divide between external and internal. In other words, there is no such thing as an external influence devoid of an internal reaction to that influence, and vice versa. However, there is the illusion of this: that is that, for a while, it can appear as if all the pain is coming from the outside, or only happening on the outside, or similarly, that everything bad is coming from the inside, or only happening there. But at a certain point for everyone, the back and forth ping-pong of the pain ball accelerates to such a racing intensity that it becomes impossible to see which side of the table the ball is currently moving. It all becomes one glorious swish of madness, one strange strip of chaos. We feel the rapid rhythm between both sides of the execution as a single happening. This is when the unravelling occurs, and this is when the crisis begins to climax. In some circumstances, we refer to this climax as “rock bottom.” This is the moment wherein something has got to give. This is the moment where the great, rising rhythm of torture cracks, and suddenly releases, like rain from a black cloud, into a flow of healing. How does it happen? Empathy. Empathy is caused, and this will sound very strange—but it is caused, by the very intimacy that the constant traffic and conversation of pain between internal and external presents. That is, the tremendousness of painful experience causes everything to affect us more, and causes us to affect everything else more—of course all of this makes us generally more aware and sensitive. This is why many self-identified empaths have lead such difficult, often traumatic lives. This awareness, this sensitivity, brings us into contact with ourselves, and we in that moment see and feel that we are the internal and the external—but what’s more, we in that moment see and feel that we are pain itself. When we feel our pain, and we cease to hide from it, we break the shields, or rather we break through the illusion of shields.


The ego believes it can distance itself from pain with denial or rage or numbness or anger, and with its own propaganda and misinformation; but the soul knows only the quantum entanglement of all consciousness, and so it does not defend or deny pain, but rather, embraces it like a lover. When we live from the soul in this way, we allow the cool wash of the pain to roll gently over us, and swallow us whole. And in this moment of surrender, a funny thing happens—healing begins. This is because in the open air honesty of feeling what we really are, feeling our pain, we have escaped the ego and we have found the soul in its beingness. And in this freedom of beingness, we become who we really are—and we discover that who we are is love. This transformation does not typically happen all at once, but in the wake of enough pain for long enough, it always happens. Even if we die under such circumstances, death in and of itself is a release, and only serves as an alternate continuation of the healing process. Obviously, the real threat of death, whether physically obvious or not, lives and manifests itself eventually in the form of a kind of psychological death, which then reincarnates as psychological healing.

When we move into pain and then into love, we begin experiencing ourselves more compassionately, in the way of both internal and external. Eventually, there becomes an apparent conversation and exchange of love, between self and the world. Yet the most beautiful thing is, that unlike in the cases of hatred and pain, love does not circle back into the arms of its opposite—hatred—but instead, goes on its own way. And though life may present greater and greater obstacles, real love, and real faith, is never broken, even when it is weakened, and cannot be taken away. Real love can only be willfully surrendered—and rarely does this happen—though if it does, it can and will always be discovered again. Real love, which is the energy and embodiment of healing, moves on and throughout itself, deciding its own eternal course. And this is evolution. This is spiritual adaptation to the circumstances of pain that this life presents. The mind transforms itself until it no longer perceives, and therefore, no longer experiences, the pain it once did. Numbness has a similar effect, however the relief thus induced is always quickly replaced by pain due to the constricting, isolating and empty stimulus that is numbness.

Often, the kind of healing wisdom which I am describing here begins in our youth, but only takes root in older age, although this is not always the case. Whenever it does happen it becomes very obvious that it never mattered how long it took, only that it ever did happen. And it’s ok to still be on this path. No one is ever completely off of it, and there is no measurement to take or compare in this regard, as this path is of an abstract nature that is beyond our calculations. I am certainly still on this path, and although I struggle very much along it, and although I sometimes perceive that I am failing, and think I would like to give up, I never do. I know it belongs to each and every one of us. No one is denied this gift—we can only ever deny it to ourselves—and even that denial, is only an illusion.


This healing process that each of us journeys though is spiritual alchemy. When our hearts sink into blackness until it turns to light, and when our experiences transmute from agony to compassion, we have alchemized the psychic energy the comprises this existence. And as much as this happens on an individual level, it is occurring now on a collective level. Together, we compose the form of one greater human life, of a single human mind. And this collectively merged human, whom we are all apart of, and whose lifetime consist of human history and future, stands at the doorway now of her own healing, of his own spiritual revolution. This human being, this collective entity, is living in the high noon of her suffering. And this is why we all are finding it more and more difficult to ignore the pain around us. As virtual neurons in the collective brain, we are intrinsically connected to pain. And this is why numbness, created by “energy shielding,” and other such tactics advised and thrust upon those who feel, are so misguided. For every empath that shields herself, another neuron in the collective mind becomes numb and defensive to its own existence, and nothing in the way of healing is then accomplished. And to any empaths who have in the past taken this advice, you are not to blame. I myself have in the past taken this advice. It is necessary for all of us to go through a time wherein we neglect and deny the pain—and it is this temporary avoidance of our gift that eventually drives us to use it. Collectively, we went through a time, and are still in a time, where many empaths are in this stage of avoidance. But as many of us are beginning to feel, that time is drawing to a close. We now stand at the breaking point, and we overlook a vast darkness before the dawn.


Just as the course of pain will rapidly become more vivid and connected throughout an individual’s experience, as they edge closer to that darkness before the dawn, so we are now more connected together. When in the throes of crisis, everything within and around the individual will be more effected by everything else, and vice versa. Never before in history have we been this intimate towards one another—this connected, this close. Each and every one of us has more of an impact than ever before on everyone else. Technology is mainly responsible for this. You may not think it, but every word and thought that you express externally, whether or not you even use words to do so, is virtually destined to connect itself almost instantly, throughout the infinite framework of the collective consciousness. Even if you don’t express yourself online, the fat that you express yourself to anyone means that you influence them. And like a butterfly-effected-thought-domino, this influence will carry over into how this person you’ve expressed yourself to expresses themselves, which they are likely to do though media. And so then your influence on others is infinitely spread, in its own quantum way, across vast, immeasurable distances—forever, and constantly. It happens while you sleep and it happens still after you die. Every second of every day, your influence is felt across the world. Technology has spread the wings of the butterfly effect infinitely far, and so the butterfly now moves faster than a time traveler. We are living in an age where we presume ourselves to be more disempowered than ever, when the reality is, we have never been more powerful.

Empaths, this is why so many of you have incarnated into this era, now. You are the colonists of spiritual alchemy. You are meant to light this first fire. You feel it deeply in your soul, as it aches and throbs with the rhythms of the world’s pain. So do not listen to the ones who tell us to shield and protect ourselves—do not allow your power to be shut off. You are spiritual warriors, in a time where evil and hatred has come into prime and taken full force. It is time for a new cycle and a new age of healing to begin.

The only way that this can happen is if the collective human that we are, begins to feel her pain, as this pain will connect her to herself, and breed within her the alchemized energy of compassion and healing. This means each of us must let ourselves feel—feel everything—feel this life. Why hide from what we are? Why defend ourselves from feeling by armoring ourselves with rage towards these monsters of society, who only represent shadows within the collective human mind? This life is not for defending, it is for living—for feeling. Defending only feeds the monsters, while feeling starves them. Monsters revel and are born though our hatred of them. Monsters will suffocate and disperse from this reality, when we transform their very psychic consciousness by feeling and living through their pain, and the pain they cause. Because the living of pain—the brave bearing of it, is the true facing of the monster. This is spiritual alchemy.


Dear empaths, we are only at the beginning of all of this. Right now, the world is feeding the monsters. The killings of innocent police officers in Texas, and the killings of innocent black men throughout America, the mass shootings and other terroristic acts which in the past year alone have blanketed the headlines, ought to be evidence of this. But there is hope in this: for every piece of agony, and every shred of pain, there is awaiting us an equal measure of healing to be had. So empaths, let’s be brave and be who we really are. Let’s not be afraid, and let’s not believe that we are fragile as they say we are. As I write this, I feel in my belly the pain in the world today, and through that awareness, a vision of healing courses through me. Let it course through you. We are only just at the beginning. There will be more darkness before the dawn. Let’s use the power of the pain behind us, with us and before us to alchemize first our own consciousness, and then in so doing, the consciousness of the world. And this may seem too abstract of a thing to matter. Yet we know that all abstract and internal forces will be reflected and manifested externally, and vice versa. The discovery of true and lasting practical change and solution is always a product of the internal nurturing of love. Never forget this.

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The Purpose of the Ego: A Wave in the Sea

 “I have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that I am, and then sink back into the ocean.” –Fiona Apple, Container (theme song from the television show, “The Affair”) 


Who are you? You are a wave. The very sound of rhythm—the very essence of sound. You are the first line drawn on the wall of the first cave. What do I mean? Your portrait, is what I mean. When you look into the mirror, do you see yourself or someone else? When you hear others talking, is it your voice or theirs? Is your voice your own?

These are the questions waves must ask. But what is a wave? A wave is a single expression of the collective vibration—a wave is a gathering of energy corresponding within the context of a rhythm. A wave is a beautiful motion, an elegant stroke—emerging from the fluid totality of all beingness, expressing for a brief moment the collective sound from its origin, before returning to it again. A wave is the telling and the trajectory of the soul. A wave is the shadow steeping out of the dark, and then being consumed back into it. This is you. How beautiful you are.


When you were born, they did not call you a wave. They called you a noun—a person, place or thing—in your case a person. A person is a noun—a single thing—like a wave, but all on its own, without an ocean attached. They said in so many words, “You are a noun, and you have a name.” Then they told you what your name was. You said to them, in your own way, without yet using words, “No you see, I’m not a noun exactly. I’m a wave, really. You see, I am you and you are me. And I am also God, as are you, and we are both this table over here, and these flowers in this vase.” You had what psychologists call egocentrism, or you were in what they call the normalcy of the egocentric stage, because you couldn’t distinguish between yourself and others, and because you thought that when you left a room, the room disappeared. But it was the opposite of egocentricity, really. It was they who were egocentric, particularly the quack who coined the term, and you who had no idea of your ego yet. See, because, you understood that reality was perception. If you didn’t perceive it, it wasn’t real—not in the dimension you occupied at whatever moment it happened to be. This was because your soft child’s mind understood perfectly what they call quantum mechanics—the idea that things slip in and out between simultaneous existences, because your soul understood that all versions of reality were equally impossible and possible at once. Like the wave, which is at once a wave and an ocean, and neither, and both. You knew, in other words, that it was all a great paradox. You knew for instance, that flowers, rather than being disconnected little pretty things, were entirely entangled little expressions of the massive earth, and then the solar system, and then the galaxy, and on and on. You knew that they grew, as flowers grow, on account of infinitely combined forces of energy, expressing themselves as single gatherings of all the collective materials. And you knew the same could be said for rocks and sticks and dogs and mountains and people.

But they began to tell you a story. They told you that it was all very concrete, and very simple. It was all very black and white, according to them. It was all a straight line—a dull narrative. And it started with you having a name. You were not everything at once—you were not the sea—you were not all possible suffering and all possible joy, breathing in and out in one, inexhaustible rhythm of mystery and eternalness. Your mind, they told you, was not an infinite cloud. Your body, they told you, was not an ever stretching cosmos. You were one, single, suffering thing. A thing. A noun. A person, a place, or a thing—one of those—one of them. Not an adjective, and a noun, and a verb and everything else at once. Just a section. A box. A square.

Only, it wasn’t really put to you that way precisely. We both know I’m liberally paraphrasing. They made the story much more appealing and believable. You had a name, a favorite color, an age in years, a mother and a father or a grandmother or some sort of guardian, etc. These were ways to define your existence, as this noun, this ego. At first this seemed alright. And it really was, there was nothing at all wrong with it. But you nevertheless felt yourself drifting further from the ocean that you once had been, forgetting that you were more than just this person, forgetting that you were a wave moving the sea, forgetting that you were the sea moving a wave, forgetting yourself. And this is why growing older hurt more and more. The more you knew, the more it hurt.

Alright, so I’m talking to you about the ego, and maybe how it made you forget something very important. So what am I getting at? Am I telling you that your ego is the root of all evil? That you ought to surrender your ego? And you now you’re not able to do it, and I know it, but you should try anyway to give it up? Am I one of those voices out there that goes around saying, “Look, I’ve got it all figured out, and you don’t, because I’m so great, and by the way, I have no ego. I mean, in case you didn’t notice how fantastically ego-less I am.”? Well, no. I’m not. Here is what I am getting at. Yes, you are you. And I am me. And so we have these egos, that do carry us around with us in these bodies. And if you think about it, carrying around is mainly the benefit of having an ego. It sort of seems like conveyance, or transport of consciousness into the material, would be the main purpose that the ego serves. I mean, everything has a purpose, a reason, right? Although it’s only a part of us for this short time, and it’s for this reason that we should only halfway ever listen to it, with a careful ear for bullshit, the ego does do something for us. It’s just a matter of knowing what that is, and what it isn’t. I’d always suspected this, even as I’d heard the ego was trash (which it probably is, but you just can’t throw it away without it making a mess and getting all over you.) One evening, I began to get some information on this. I’ll tell you what came to me, and you can see if it resonates with you, and the information that you yourself have received.

I saw that the spirit or whatever you’d like to call it is our superior form, as you might guess. And what I mean by superior is, all consuming, floating above—a fluid expression of all infinite consciousness and love. This spirit is like the ocean—just this big, dreaming mound of eternal blue. This you could call God, if wanted to be lofty enough to give it a name. And then the soul is the movement directing into the form of a wave. It’s the firing that goes into the neuron, or the sprouting that goes into the seed. It’s the only thing talking to the individual thing, and that individual thing is the wave. And the perception of being this wave, turns into the perception of being this ego. It isn’t that the ego in itself is bad: it’s just the appearance of an individual form—a single voice, however temporary and illusionary its singleness is—and through this singleness, it conduits a unique expression of the soul, which conduits the total expression of the greater spirit. The ego is just the neuron. It’s the awareness of occupying this idea of having a single physical body for a while. Who can say that this alone, in and of itself, is inherently evil? Who can say that this awareness, taking the pretend form of itself in order to be the wave that it is for a moment, is a bad thing? Maybe someone else can, I don’t doubt it, but I can’t think of any argument for this.

The problem with the ego, is that it is always losing sight of what it really is. It takes itself so seriously that it can’t bear to acknowledge its own miniscule nature. The ego becomes defensive because it is so small compared to the vastness—the ocean—which it can’t see that it is a part of, for fear of losing itself. So it cuts its own nose to spite its face, and says, “Nope, it’s just me. I’m the only one I’m going to listen to.” And it rises up and it gets too tall for itself, and this is the best part actually, because then it collapses. The outcome of every crisis is that it crashes into the ocean, into great spirit. And it crashes into other waves, becomes new versions of itself, and getting closer to the truth of itself each time that it splashes back into the sea it came from. And the ego still carries on, until it doesn’t any longer. And that’s what the ego does—and that’s what we do.


The experience of being an empath is the result of many such crashes, whether in this life or potential past lives. And this is why we all to one extent or another, are empaths. We’ve all crashed. This creates the awareness and sensitivity to our connection to everything else. Empaths, we are people who have many times towered beyond ourselves and fallen back into what we really are—the vast sea. And in doing so, we have become closer each time, to our origins. This is why empaths feel so deeply aware of everything and everyone around them. Empaths are in touch with who they are. They know, on some level or another, that they are the entire sea experiencing itself as one wave in this life.

The common theory on empaths is that they suffer because of this—that we suffer because we are connected to the sea, and all of its various aches and pains. People say that empaths are people who need to shield and protect themselves, because they’re too vulnerable to take this connection they have to everything. My question to that is this: then why are we born this way? And why do we evolve into this? Is spiritual and emotional evolution, which constantly moves away from separation and towards ultimate unison then a misguided course, a mistake?

To my mind, we human beings are all like neurons, connected, or potentially connected as we are, in one greater intelligence—we could call this, the brain. Neurons in and of themselves are very useless. A neuron that has no connections or very few, is like a seed that never grows into anything. It just remains a seed. If the seed could connect itself to other materials, it would be something—it would contribute and be contributed to—it would engage itself in the habits and rhythms of this life. For neurons, it is the same. The neuron needs to be connected and as one with the other neurons in the mind—feeling as they feel—channeling and transmuting the energy of the other neurons. This is, in essence, the practice of empathy. The health of the brain depends upon the health of each neuron, and vice versa.

Alright so, we understand that it’s all connected. We understand or can potentially consider at least, that our empathic awareness is not the injury we’ve been told that it is, which requires the crutch of a shield. If that’s true, then the question to my mind at least, is this: then why do empaths suffer? Why is it so hard—to be an empath, to be a human for that matter? I’m not going to pretend to know the answer, but I will share some food for thought on the subject, based on what I’ve channeled: we’re living in a paradox reality. What I mean by that is, our existence is premised upon being individuals, and a collective, at once, even as the two seem mutually exclusive. It seems that if I’m an individual, if I’m an ego, if I’m a neuron, or a wave, that I am a “me” and therefore not a “we.” And it equally seems to be the case that if I’m a collective, if I’m a universe, if I’m a God, if I’m an ocean, then I am a “we” and so therefore impossibly a “me.” And this is bothersome. This is disturbing, because neither explanation addresses the paradoxical nature of our experiences as being both a “me” and a “we” at once. Perhaps this is why we invented logic—to save ourselves the trouble of dealing with paradox. Logically, we have found an answer. We say, “We are all me’s, and no one here is really a we.” Particularly, in our western world, we cling viciously to this illusion. We do not acknowledge the ocean that we as waves create and emerge from. And so it is really no surprise that when it comes to the subject of empaths, we say, “Empaths are people who need to get out of this condition of feeling what other people are feeling. They need to stop being ‘we’s’ and start being ‘me’s’ like everybody else. And to do that, they need to shield themselves, etc.” And there is no gray area with that diagnosis—it’s very clean cut. The solution is neat, like a well-tied ribbon.

But life is not a well-tied ribbon. And I think that’s part of the suffering we experience—because we’re always in this argument with ourselves, forever trying to convince ourselves that it is all black and white, and very orderly. What I have picked up is that our suffering as empaths is largely due to the gross divide between our awareness of this paradoxical existence and the imposed reality of this black and white way of life. We’ve all been programmed to live as if and assume ourselves to be these separate things, in our separate boxes. But we don’t feel that way. And the disturbance for empaths, and people in general I think, is that it’s all so incongruous in this way. We’re always trying to be unnatural and separate, and it’s painful. It’s a cutting away of who we are—it’s a lie. And lies hurt deeply, because they are always a cutting away of who are.

And I guess that is my point, for empaths, for everyone: be who you are. Go ahead and be the paradox. Untie, and tangle-up the neatly tied ribbon. Be the wave, and be the ocean at once—for are they not the same? Can one exist without the other? Be the neuron, and the brain. Be the seed and the soil, and be the ego and the soul. Be the mystery that you are. Do not cut yourself away from feeling, do not bother with these silly shields, that only put you through the repressive trouble of reinforcing the lie. Be the ocean, that is a wave, and be the wave that is the ocean.

I will leave you now with a physical exercise to demonstrate this notion of paradoxical beingness, that came to me the other day. Lay down, or sit up, whichever you prefer. Eyes closed, or not, whichever you prefer. Feel yourself rocking gentle as infinite waves, and a single wave at once. Feel the natural rhythm of the ocean, the universe, pulsing and dancing throughout your body—slowly, from your feet and up through your legs, from the top of your head and down through your arms, abdomen, and trunk, and let these two forces of rhythm going up and down though your body finally meet, and combine their circuitry. Feel this rhythm in your body rippling and responding to the same rhythm of energy that fluidly moves throughout your environment, and all the organisms in it, and then by extension the world and the cosmos and so on. See the massive rhythm that is the ocean of the universe, condensing into the single expression of your physical body, and allow yourself to feel it throughout. This is you talking to God, and God talking to you, and you being both yourself and God at once—free as you are, and as one with your own mystery.

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The Pain of Plastic Packaging: Breaking the Soul Cage

Dear Empaths,

I can’t empathize this enough: we’ve all been lied to. And we’ve come to believe it. We live in a world that tells us to hide ourselves—to shield ourselves. And it’s not just empath’s who receive this message. It’s everyone. We live in a world made of hand sanitizers, gloves, bubbles and door locks—a world made of passwords, safe words, zippers, blinds and curtains. It’s not that I don’t lock my door at night, or that I don’t believe in showers. It’s not that I’m against bug spray or Vitamin C. I’m against this shield between you and me. I’m against this belief that’s been injected into my veins that you’re contagious and I’ve got to protect myself from all your germs, especially those of a spiritual nature. I’m against this group-think memo that I keep seeing regurgitated into articles and other literature on empaths and spiritual people that informs me that I’m sensitive, and I’ve got to shield myself from your shitty problems.

You know why? Because my problems are shitty too. And the deeper I dive into my metaphysical sleeping bag, the more I smell the heavy stench of my own suffering. That is, the less I am connected to you, the less I am connected to myself. Do you know why? I am sure many of you already have a good idea. It is because YOU are all that I am. And without YOU other humans, I’m just a lone wandering fraction of a molecule hiding under a little hat, getting smaller and smaller by the second, until I become so small that my existence itself becomes doubtful.

One could look at my font in the previous sentence and say I’m being dramatic. But I’m not. You know it’s true. We live in a world that constantly suppresses, boxes, isolates, and packages us. Even our social world has become increasing artificial, as our social exchanges now occur more and more through the protected screen of a device (without the messy, complicated and wonderful dressings of facial expression and voice intonation.)  Everything that was once a natural habit is processed and packaged, from our social calls to our granola bars. And at the end of the line stands us, the empaths: the ultimate feelers, the born healers, being told to turn ourselves off and wear our energy shield like armor into the battlefield of life.


This is an attitude of survivalism turned in on itself. For the more we close in upon ourselves, the closer we stand to death. And we encounter this not only in our individual existences, but in the fate of the collective itself. The first world human race, safely tucked into suburbia and its comforts, has found ways to disconnect from nature herself. No longer sensitive, no longer empathic to our own environment, we have now come to settle on destroying her. We frack her and poison her, and we snuff out her life wherever it so much as glances in our direction. This seems all good and well—after all, Mother Nature herself isn’t us—it’s no skin off our nose! Only, she is us. We depend on her. It’s all connected—and without her we will surely die. Ok fine, we could all board a spacecraft and colonize the Moon, or perhaps Mars. It would be just like moving down the block, right? Yeah, who thought of that genius idea? When we get done killing the Earth real good, we’ll just go rape and pillage the Moon. Maybe we’ll bring a few gazillion boxes of Twinkies with us or something. Throw that and a few flat screens in the Space U-Haul and everything will be cake. That’s so much easier than just not actively spending billions of dollars a year in order to purposefully destroy our own wonderful, beautiful, gravity-having, rainforest-growing, whale-swimming home. Real smart.

Speaking of smarts, I’ve often struggled to understand what intelligence really is. The best definition of it I’ve heard was relayed to me by a friend who told me they thought intelligence was a function of self-preservation. This understanding of intelligence is also perhaps best reflected in nature itself. Although I argued that some of the most intelligent people I know, have also been the least equipped for self-preservation, I had to also subsequently admit that this was only in the literal sense of the term.  Emotionally and spiritually, no matter how young they die or how badly they might suffer, intelligent people are the best preserved folks. No matter what, intelligent people remain true to who they are. And even when it appears they’ve sold themselves out, they haven’t. Given this definition of intelligence, and this interpretation of self-preservation, it is clear that the brains of the human race are buried exactly where society least expects them—in the hallways of institutions, in schools and classrooms for the mentally handicapped, in conversations conducted at dinner tables in government housing and on sidewalks holding signs. Going on what I discussed earlier about Mother Nature, if we consider it, we can see that these places I have mentioned and others, are where we will most likely find people who remain connected to their own nature—and thus to nature herself, who undoubtedly best reflects the intelligence of self-preservation. Yes, I am saying that you will more likely find the emotional genius and the spiritual brilliance of empathy in the eyes of a child with Downs Syndrome than you will in the Master’s Thesis of a Harvard graduate. Those whom we think of as mentally impaired are from this perspective, the only real example of brains among us. But I am not saying this to assure myself and others that we are hopeless. Rather, the opposite: I am saying this to demonstrate that it is within us: the self-preservation that is acutely sensitive to the carefully and divinely balanced entanglement of all things is within us. This is the great intelligence of empathy. And if all of us were more attuned to this potential, we could turn this ship around and head away from self-destruction; towards smooth sailing seas of life’s magical flow and rhythm.


The truth is I believe it’s up to us empaths to turn the ship around, as underneath the layers and the colors, we will find nature herself—the universe herself—to be an empathic intelligence. Ever expanding, ever contracting, she relates herself on and on, to and from the patterns that compose her—she is as one with herself, feeling together with all that she is. She is the definition of empathy. And we are a part of her—contagiously and eternally interconnected to our beginning and our end. And when I say “we,” I mean all of us humans expressing the universe for this time in the form of our own conscious perception and experience. But we have tried to divorce ourselves from this. We have cut ourselves off from nature, in an attempt to be her master. It wasn’t enough for us to exist; we had to be “in charge”. But to be in charge, one must no longer be in association—there has to be a line drawn to establish the separation necessary to enjoy “power”. The only trouble is this kind of power is impossible; this kind of power, which would be better understood as the illusion of dominion, requires us to cut off a part of ourselves in order to be in charge of it. So we have cut ourselves off from nature and thus from our own spiritual intelligence in order to “rule over” this piece of who we are. It’s akin to cutting off your own leg, so that you can really “possess” it. Meanwhile you bleed out, in blindingly tragic ignorance to the fact that you had all the power when you were as one with and connected to your leg.

Empaths you know this is true, spiritual power. You are the ones among the human collective, who are most tapped into our real intelligence which has less to do with I.Q. scores, degrees or SAT’s than fish have to do with mountain climbing. This is not to say that these academic measures count for nothing, but it is to say that we will need more than our concrete and logical intelligence to reverse our otherwise imminent doom. We will need to develop our long abandoned, spiritual and emotional intelligences preserved in the hearts of you and others. We will need to vibrate its rhythm and message from our rib cages to the world’s cages, in order to liberate the long forgotten human-animal spirit.

How do we do this, how on earth is this done? Many of you know the all too simple answer: feel, and do not think. Our thoughts are liars that will tell us not to feel. Our thoughts are the vessels of programming that has taught us to zip up, to lock up and to disconnect. The modern world we live in presents to us all things once natural, now posed in plastic packaging. The material of our thoughts has been stolen from us, reprocessed, and factory produced with a seal, that is then sold back to us for a price that we can only afford from our earnings as workers at said metaphorical factory.  It isn’t that thoughts are bad, but they ought to be the product rather than the manufacturer of our feelings. And we’ve forgotten how to do that—we being the human race. But empaths, you have not.  You know how. It’s a matter of faith.

Feelings are a faith that burns through each of us, and that our modern lives are designed to douse out.  Everywhere we look, we are told of the meaninglessness of faith. Faith is associated with the religious fascism of the middle ages. But we forget that there is nothing but faith to ever guide us. Even our belief in logic, is nothing more than a faith—a faith that for whatever reason, we should trust in reason. But reason without feeling breeds a sociopathic existence—one devoid of emotional interconnection—one that ultimately, self-destructs.

Nothing is braver than a sensitive mind that gives way to itself. This, empaths is our purpose: to wander deep down into ourselves and allow our illumination of feeling to carry us somewhere. We have to have faith in the feeling, and faith in the soul. We have to have faith that our intuition will guide us away from the numbing thoughts that blanket our sleeping awareness, and towards the open and awakening daylight of revelation and universal seeing.

That is hard to do. It takes real guts. As I mentioned at the beginning of this blog, it requires us to reject all notions of separation, and to question the common assumption that people, and empaths in particular, ought to shield themselves from their neighbors suffering. If we all really are connected, then your suffering is mine, whether I shield myself from it or not. I can’t keep myself from feeling the pain in my leg any more than I can keep myself from feeling the suffering of the world. But what I can do is cease to spiritually amputate myself and leave myself to bleed out from the pretended safety of my plastic bubble. To heal my own suffering, I’ve got to heal you. And to heal your own, you’ve got heal mine. This is the law of entanglement, the divine law of interconnection between you and I, us and them, and the universe herself.

How can we do it? We can begin by feeling, and not thinking. In doing so, we allow the intelligence of love to take over, and we let our minds cultivate wisdom from within this space. Now is the age of healing, in which empaths will begin to open these doors—these doors that lead to the great empathic awakening. The awakening is empathic because it is the time wherein we will become aware of our oneness, and move into the dawning of a new dimension of interconnected consciousness.  Dear empaths, this is our age. This is our time.

For today, let’s feel and not think. Let’s forfeit the worries and the calculations—the judgments about ourselves and others; and the finer details which will surely sort themselves out on their own in due time. These concerns have harvested our minds for too long. Now it is our turn to take this awareness back. To feel this moment, and live this life, and vibrate a new wave of consciousness, one that will ultimately heal humanity.

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Why Empaths Are More Effected by Mercury Retrograde

Dear Empaths,

We are currently “enjoying” our second round of Mercury retrograde for 2016 (April 28-May 22). Have you ever wondered if Mercury retrograde affects sensitive people more intensely? I’ll tell you what I think: I think it does. I think Mercury retrograde swallows us from the inside out. And then I think we swallow it (the Mercury retrograde that swallowed us) and it gurgles in our bellies, causing the kind of spiritual indigestion that forces your soul to spend the whole month in the bathroom. If only there were a Pepto-Bismol for that!

So if I’m right about empaths being particularly spongey to the effects of the retrograde, then why is this the case, and what can be done about it? To answer this question, I have to share with you some information regarding what I “downloaded” last week. Mercury retrograde is much more than a three times a year occurrence that causes technology failures, miscommunications, mislaid plans and general annoyances. Mercury retrograde is a transdimensional event in which the unmaterialized past catches up to the present and future. That is, as we go through our daily life, there are slips and holes that get left in the netting of time like poorly sewn garments. These voids in the time-space continuum are experienced by us as unrealized or immature patterns, events, and feelings, in relation to our own emotions or our reality. These are the repressed memories, the missed opportunities, the unaddressed habits, the poorly realized belief systems, etc. Nevertheless, as life (and our time perspective) continue, the future manifests itself in the form of the present and these little blips of our past are left like inexplicable, gaping holes that draw no connection to the present. When the past and the present are thus misaligned, we require always, a time wherein the two can become one, and time can once again make sense of itself. The present will sometimes make us feel as if we are coasting along fine for the most part; but this perception is often in disagreement with our pasts. That is, there are things we didn’t take care of, and yet we’re living as if they had been already: in which case, the past and the present are not in agreement. This precariousness requires a catching up: enter Mercury retrograde. That’s why, come every Mercury retrograde, it seems like we’re stepping through a minefield of junk from the past, and every time we try to move forward (into the future) time reverses itself and runs us over backwards. During Mercury retrograde, we simply cannot move forward because we must move backwards. And this is more than just a planetary observation: this is the time-space continuum reforming its dimensional web. It’s a cosmic audit.


Because time is a perception, this catching-up occurs throughout the plane of our consciousness: in other words—Mercury retrograde might happen in the skies, but we see it from inside our minds. And because Mercury rules the mind, it’s all about our thinking—our belief systems, our plans, our notions, our ideas, our feelings, etc. Now, the reason that empaths feel this more strongly than others, is because empaths are what you might call star-children. Star children is a term that was coined by parapsychologist Nancy Ann Tappe and expanded upon by others, to describe many types of spiritual conditions/identities, but for our purposes, let’s just understand that star children refers to people who are acutely tuned into universal energy, the kind that reverberates from the next door neighbor, to the outer regions of the galaxy itself. When time wobbles and yanks back against its own current during planetary retrogrades, empaths ride that dimensional hiccup. It feels like your soul is riding the bull in a Texas honky-tonk.

The tendency, that I have noticed in myself and others, is to externalize this experience, and try to push forward against time’s insistence of going backwards. Empaths have a tremendous power to heal the cracks in time through the energy of the retrograde—and to thus heal themselves and others—which is our ultimate purpose. We have the power to not only survive, but thrive through each retrograde, if we only used the energy that manifests itself throughout us so richly. But the trouble is, much like empaths have been told to shield themselves, we’ve all been told (too many times) that Mercury retrograde is just basically a universal panic period wherein hysteria and disaster are the norm. We’ve digested this notion so many times over that we hardly question it.

But we don’t have to carry on this way. We don’t have to fight Mercury retrograde—which is essentially fighting the universe, and therefore ourselves. We all know how such battles end—bloody and trembling, wondering what in God’s name compelled us to declare war on ourselves. We all do this battle—fighting the long sworn enemy of that which we do not want to deal with. Unwittingly, people and events in our external world will resurrect the ghost of this enemy, and during the Mercury retrograde, we will do battle against this external. We wake up sweating and bloody, under the cold realization that we have only succeeded in defeating ourselves, while the past we wished to kill remains alive, laughing at us from inside our own bellies. It happened to me just last week. An old business arrangement I had maintained for over a decade came to a bitter and sudden end. I realized I had been taken for granted. Going quite willingly against my own better judgement, I “did battle” to prove I’d been wronged, and undervalued. I woke up the following day hung over from my own emotions, and deeply entangled in that which I knew was only my own ghosts, haunting me from the inside out. It’s true I’ve devoted my life and work to a spiritual path. But, I’m no holy person, I’m no Shaman, and I’m no Guru. Anger is my Achilles heel, and it’s an ugly one. People who know me will (probably) kindly describe me as easy going, but they would be only half-right, and half of them would know it. For many years, my circumstances lead me to believe that my only choice was to wage war. I’ve spent my adult life realizing that the only way I’d ever win was if I learned to dissolve my armor. But this Mercury retrograde, I found myself pressed up against the image of my repressed anger. I rushed into its arms, and repeated my old patterns. Luckily, I probably woke up soon enough that I kept myself from doing any extra, long term damage. But still, I faltered, and I wounded myself. How could I have done differently? Could I have used my empathic intelligence to change the outcome?


The answer is yes, and no. If you find yourself dizzy from a misdirected Mercury retrograde combat, as I did, then forgive yourself. Sometimes, empaths (and everyone for that matter) has got to express the volatility of our own fear of what we haven’t dealt with, just to get to the point of admitting that it is there. So when this happens, we needn’t come to the conclusion that we “failed” the retrograde challenge: instead, we can turn it around, and realize that our higher self has carved out a lens to our enlightenment. We’ve seen the error of our ways, and now we can finally heal that grand gap between the past and present. The best thing we as empaths, can do for ourselves during the Mercury retrograde, whether we’ve fallen prey to the emotional revolts it can spur or not, is to tap into the massive vortex of healing energy that Mercury retrograde makes accessible to us. That is, go deep inside at the first glimpse—whisper—mere hint of upset. We need to go deep inside, because that is where the underdeveloped past lies in waiting for us. Empaths do one thing ingeniously—we have the ability to feel as one with anything we choose. So for this retrograde, feel as one with your angst. We could hide from our sensitivity, as they’ve told us to do, or we could use it to command a wealth of knowledge and empowerment the likes of which they’ve never seen. Sure, angst and pain, and crisis are frightening. But these terrors are only illusions. As we confront them by feeling them fully, through the empathic heart, we see the entanglement of them dissolve into healing waters, and fresh air to breathe.

This Mercury retrograde is in Taurus, and since Taurus rules values, desires and worth this one is all about getting to the bottom of these aspects of life. Have we been pursuing what we truly desire, or what someone told us to? Are we valued for who we are, where we are, or do we need to find a better soil from which to grow our worth? On a universal level, empaths come together during this retrograde to facilitate the collective revelations regarding value. Our true worth exists in terms of our relationship to one and other, and all things—our true value is in our oneness. Empaths, being the great bonders and relators of energy, are called during this retrograde to use their potent access to all energy to command the collective realization of our value as one, great and eternal mind. As we empaths center ourselves upon the rhythm of this message, we unconsciously vibrate its energy throughout, without ever saying a word. And what’s more, we open the doors wide to our own vast internal healing that relates to our personal issues. Let the past bring your present to life, this Mercury retrograde empaths. Let us feel, rather than react. And let us in doing so, discover our own endless value and worth. Sometimes we all forget what we want, so let’s go deep inside, and let the guts lead the hunt.

Note: Some Mercury retrogrades will effect you more than other retrogrades depending on whether or not they “hit” your individual natal chart. To read my interpretation on the nature of This particular Mercury retrograde, click here.

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The Slow Liberation from the Gridlock of the World: An Empath’s Journey

One of the things which I find most fascinating about myself and other empaths, is our extreme inner turmoil, which can sometimes translate into pure volatility. You would think, logically, that empaths would be utterly soft and peaceful creatures, who roll through this existence gently on the low tide. Alas, logic once again fails to matter in the execution of real life. We’re nothing like the low tide—at least this empath isn’t. Instead, we’re twisting in the winds of everything. And really, why shouldn’t we? After all, we feel everything—so we’re going to ride it. And this life is an ever changing spectrum of tides, as much of a contradiction between chaos and order as the beautiful kaleidoscopes we played with as children.

 I’d be lying if I told you that I had it all figured out—that I never have any turmoil these days, that my sensitivity doesn’t overrule my sensibility, and that I now exclusively roll with the low tide. I’m just like you, or like anybody. Those of you who have read my previous posts know that I’m hugely against the popular solution for empaths, which proposes that we go around constantly shielding ourselves from the sticky world that sticks to us. Why? Because liberation is the one true path to healing, and the former “solution” proposes that we repress ourselves, rather than working with who we are. It’s a quick fix, that leaves us staggering in the darkness of isolation, hiding from life and its experiences, because we can’t “take it.” The truth is, we can take so much more than they give us credit for, than we give ourselves credit for. If you have made it through this world as an empath, then whether you know it or not, you have already proven that you are tougher than nails.

They Were All Wrong About You


But how do we get beyond simply being tougher than nails, and living day in and day out on the fringes of sanity, as we reel from the immense ebbs and flows of the energy that surrounds us? What’s more, is there a way for us to embrace who we are, and harness this immense power of connection to energy in order to actually change our own realities? Even though as I’ve already mentioned, I would unquestionably disqualify as a master of inner peace, I (like many of you) am on this journey. And like many of you, I have in the recent years been receiving information about the nature and purpose of empaths. We can create the life and the reality that we want. The trouble is, that what we want often does not align with who we are. That is, we fail to see ourselves as empaths, in our true form. In order to really create what we want for ourselves, we must first know what we actually want. And in order to know what we want, we must discover who we are.

Of course I can’t tell you who you are, but perhaps by exploring the deeper structures of what it means to be an empath, we can together begin to find ourselves. We live within a world and a society that is in the business of labelling, condensing, and simplifying this beautiful, complex kaleidoscope of reality. We define and posture every facet of existence in order to impose constant boundaries upon the experience of living itself. This is how we have come to believe that life is a matter of death and taxes, mortgages and marriages, and supply and demand. But this way of thinking is a confining thought program, which keeps all individuals, particularly those of a highly sensitive nature (empaths), from the liberty and delight of true self-knowing.

What is true self-knowing? To understand this, and to understand who an empath is, we must understand what it means to live—to be a life form. In essence, all life forms are empaths, or empath-like: all lifeforms are infinitely connected by an inherent sensitivity to the energy systems that compose our universe. An empath, like any creature, is a complex being. As empaths, we have been force-fed the world’s oversimplified, self-defeating logic, which tells us that we are nothing more than singular individuals. But then we experience ourselves as a collective presence, in tandem with the energy of other beings and forms of intelligence that surround us. This, I propose, is the true cause of our disorientation. That’s right, you heard me. It isn’t our sensitivity to energy that drives us mad—it is the straining imposition of concrete thinking that does so. That is, it’s the logical supposition of our singularity and separateness, crammed against our own contrasting experience of collectivity and unification. When we feel the presence and energy of our environment, we are feeling ourselves as more than individuals, and we are taking on a collective awareness of experience. But socialization itself has forged upon us the idea that none of that is real. And what this makes us unconsciously feel and believe, is, that we are not real.


As long as we remain so in the dark, and so out of touch with who we are, how can we ever find our way to true empowerment? Is it any wonder that so many empaths end up medicated, sedated, and all too often even, straight-jacketed? What if we could consciously begin to step beyond these mind boundaries, and discard them like tired and uncomfortable clothes? What if we could deny these belief-forms which tell us that we are a mere “me” instead of an infinite “we”? I suppose I could try to answer this question for you, but I don’t really think I would succeed if I did. I think words would fail to answer this question. And even if words could answer it, what good would worded answers do us? How would words replace the living that we all desire to live out?

I would propose instead, that we do this together. You, me—and all empaths. Together. Let us begin to bend the concrete bubble of consciousness in which we have been caged for so long. Because it won’t work without you, the individual, or us, the collective, doing it together—as one. After all, we are one and the same, are we not? We—empaths—and ultimately all humans, are walking this path towards evolution, which has at this time, for the age old reason of survival, taken on a spiritual direction. And we are all struggling through our impurities and blindness to make it through these woods. Let’s move together, instead of alone. Let’s move as one, with one another and with the woods. Let’s each of us, become all of it. And one step, one day at a time, move closer to ourselves.

Will you do this with me? Take a deep breath and close your eyes (or keep them open if you prefer.) Feel your awareness running through the circuitry of your own mind, your own body, as it always does. Now, let it flow and roam beyond the confines of your body. No longer afraid, let yourself search and sift and enfold and be enfolded into the world around you. Feel the pulse of consciousness—your consciousness, mine, ours, and that which is beyond you and me—and yet still is you, claim itself, and experience itself. Free of these labels: mine, yours, theirs, ours, etc. Open your eyes, and repeat this. Move further out, expand and stretch yourself into impossible distance. You may find that you can even feel your own consciousness as far away as the moon, which is now approaching fullness. For the moon, as far away as she is, commands a force of energy which easily becomes one with your sensitive soul. Now, feel the other empaths out there—all of us, stretching and liberating ourselves together. You are helping them, and they are helping you.

Let’s try this for today—and perhaps tomorrow. Maybe five minutes or one minute a day, or a week. Whatever suits you. The important thing is that you’re not alone—as many of us as possible are bending the dimension of consciousness in which we all exist. And we’re beginning to shift humankind towards and into the new age of spiritual revolution. Share this post with others—spread the idea. Let’s come together.

In upcoming posts, about how we can sink deeper still into this awareness in order to change our practical realities, and bring our dreams to life on the constructive plane. In the near future, we’ll also discuss how we can use our empathic intelligence to reverse anxiety, and heal the suffering in those we love and care for—and much, much more. Stay tuned, empaths.

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