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Intuition Helps You Save Time, Money and Energy in Business

 

Everyone is born with intuition—an inherent ability to obtain extended information about people, places, things and situations without using logic, physical senses and prior knowledge. Seven intuitive senses of intuition help you save time, money and energy in business.

 

1) Intuitive seeing flashes, pauses or rolls images in your mind’s eye or “out in space”, without using your physical eyes. The images appear in visions and dreams. You rush to an important meeting and intuitively see a vision of a truck driver swerving next to your vehicle on an interstate. Twenty seconds later, the event transpires. You slow down, avoid an accident and reach the meeting in time to close a profitable deal.

2) Intuitive feeling rocks feelings or sensations within your body, without external stimuli. You meet a potential business associate for the first time and intuitively feel good vibes, without knowing much about her. Good vibes indicate a successful association, whereas bad vibes indicate a troublesome association.

3) Intuitive hearing drops sounds in your head, throat, heart or “out in space”, without using your physical ears. You intuitively hear sounds cluing you to accept or reject financial investment opportunities. A “hand clapping” sound means yes—it’s right for you. A “door slam” means no—it’s not right for you or it’s a scam.

4) Intuitive knowing pops information in your head “out of the blue.” You intuitively know what clients will request before they speak. You get a minute or two to strategize your response.

5) Intuitive tasting emerges tastes in your mouth, without you ingesting any substance, such as food, liquids or medicine. You intuitively taste sweetness and sourness while creating a competitive ad campaign. Sweetness signifies when you’re on target. Sourness signifies when you’re off target.

6) Intuitive smelling infiltrates scents in your inner nose or “out in space”, without using your physical nose. You intuitively smell fresh roses or rotten eggs regarding product shipments. Roses indicate promptness. Rotten eggs indicate delay. The latter scent notifies you in advance to find alternative methods.

7) Intuitive speaking erupts truthful, inspirational, wise, prophetic and problem-solving sayings without you thinking about what to say. You abruptly joke about your computer crashing near a project deadline and it happens. Fortunately, you backed up your sales and inventory records.

 

Intuition helps you save time, money and energy in business through one or multiple intuitive senses that daily communicate intuitive messages to you. Heed your intuition and reap the savings.

 

© 2006  Published in the Fall 2006 issue of the Gary Hill and Associates Community Guide

 


 Intuition Stops Writer's Block

 

Intuition stops writer's block—the desire to write and nothing or nonsense happens. In a writer's realm, intuition is an inherent ability to gain insights about people, places, things and situations, and to use those insights to inform, inspire, vent or entertain, or all of the above and more.

Have you ever dreamed the plot for a novel? Have you had a gut feeling to pen a shocking speech? Have you fumed in traffic and a humorous article popped in your head? Have you just known the exact lyrics to compose an inspirational song? Have you abruptly spoken a slogan and it outshined the slogan you drafted?

 

If so, you entered an intuitive zone—a state of grace raining unpredictable expressions faster than you can write or type them. These expressions pour prosperous images, emotions, sensations, sounds, smells, tastes and dialogue from the past, present and future. Record or jot down as many expressions as you can before you forget them, for they may not repeat. It's beneficial to keep a computer, tape recorder or pen and paper near your fingers, even if you’re sleeping because it can rain anytime and anywhere.

 

I recall a friend helping me conquer a challenging situation and a startling poem, Love or Friendship? The Second Oldest Dilemma, burst within me, as I entered an intuitive zone.

 

I know not the right day when I can tell you how I feel

Honest or genuine words will diminish what I say,

To justify my emotions is not a simple task

For you’d said we’d always be friends forever and a day.

 

“Where did that poem come from?” I asked myself. My familiar, physical voice couldn't be heard during the twenty lines of conflict that burst during moments of gratitude. I scribbled the poem without suppression or rejection because it demanded an outlet, or it’d burden my soul. I later realized my inner voice rained what my physical voice stifled.

 

In an intuitive zone, one minute can rain several sentences and one day can rain several stories. Unpredictable expressions make you laugh, blush, mourn, stir, tremble, cringe and seethe, and make you abandon the dullness you thought about writing. They harmonize goals and outrun deadlines, yet cleanse your brain of clichés, numbing characterizations, ambiguous expressions and passive actions.

 

Pay attention to your intuition when you experience writer's block. Enter an intuitive zone and welcome writer's grace. Simply relax and deeply inhale and exhale three times, then affirm, “I'm in the zone.” Expect a rain of unpredictable expressions to free you from nothing or nonsense that happens when you desire to write. See images flash, pause or roll across your mind's eye. Feel emotions and sensations sweep your body and spirit. Hear distinct sounds within your head. Know the prosperous raindrops without knowing from which direction they descend on you. Taste and smell them. Let drenching dialogue rush from your mouth. Verbalized, paperized or digitized them, or all of the above and more. You may ask, “Where did that come from?” It comes from your intuition and its unlimited ways to stop writer's block.

 

© 2005  Published in December 2005 issue of Georgia Writers Association Magazine

 


 Let Your Intuitive Light Shine Within and Beyond

 

“I've got a funny feeling.”

"Something told me.”

I don’t know how I know, I just know.”

“Something doesn't taste right.”

 “I smell victory.”

 

These are a few of many expressions of intuition—your inherent ability to gain extended information about people, places, things and situations, without using logic, five physical senses or prior knowledge.

 

Logic can be misled by manipulated or incomplete data and flawed systematic methodologies. Physical senses can be deceived by nice deeds, positive words and polished appearances. Prior knowledge gained through publications, technology and education isn't needed when using your intuition that doesn't mislead or deceive you, even if you devalue, ignore or fear it. Intuition is a God-given spiritual gift allowing you to gain extended information that enlightens you to how life truly is—good and bad—and not as it appears to be.

 

Everyone has intuition, which provides valuable insights regarding various areas of life including career, finances, health, personal relationships and spiritual growth. You must learn how your intuition communicates intuitive messages to you, as it differs for each person. Intuition consists of at least seven intuitive senses that daily communicate intuitive messages to you via intuitive centers located in your spiritual body.

 

Intuitive seeing involves seeing images (in visions and dreams) “out in space” or via your mind's eye, without using your physical eyes. For example, “out in space”, you intuitively see an outer vision of a work incident, as it transpires on another floor. While asleep, you dream about a natural disaster days before it physically occurs.

 

Intuitive feeling involves perceiving information by feelings or sensations within your body, without external stimuli. For example, you intuitively feel where to find lost objects by hot and cold temperature changes in your hands. You intuitively feel a relative’s concealed knee pain in your own knee, while visiting their home.

 

Intuitive hearing involves hearing sounds “out in space” or in your head (temporal lobes), throat (inner ear) or heart, without using your physical ears. For example, you intuitively hear a song in your temporal lobes, then turn on the radio and hear the same song. “Out in space”, you intuitively hear the final score of a basketball game when the fourth quarter begins.

 

Intuitive knowing involves knowing information, without knowing how you know. For example, while driving, you intuitively know what reckless moves other drivers will make before they make them. You intuitively know how a joke ends, before you physically hear the ending.

 

Intuitive tasting involves tasting substances, without putting anything in your mouth. You intuitively taste broken glass while listening to a financial investment opportunity that seems legitimate, but is fraudulent. You intuitively taste warm rain, though local meteorologists erroneously forecast sunshine.

 

Intuitive smelling involves smelling scents “out in space” or via your inner nose, without using your physical nose. In your inner nose, you intuitively smell fresh roses indicating a person's loving nature the first time you meet them. You intuitively smell ripe cherries “out in space”, before winning money from a casino slot machine.

 

Intuitive speaking involves speaking insightful sayings to others and yourself, without thinking. You silence a hypocritical church member with abrupt wisdom. You joke about a job promotion and unexpectedly receive it.

 

At the highest level, your intuition helps you learn a lot about yourself and others, and helps you make better decisions creating greater peace, happiness and success. Continual awareness and reaction to the intuitive messages communicated by your intuition—intuitive senses—eliminate the remorseful statement: “If only I’d listened.” Discover your intuition and transform your life. Let your intuitive light shine within and beyond.

 

© 2005  Published in Summer/Fall 2005 issue of Conscious Hue-Universal Living Magazine

 


 Intuition Discerns Deception

 

We are daily inundated with news stories filled with analyses, opinions and speculations. Videos, audiotapes and photographs are often altered or hoaxes. What is truth and what is deception? From deceivers’ perpetual thirst for job security, notoriety or entertainment, seasoning or sifting the truth is acceptable. They awake and fall sleep with the intent to deceive for as long as they can get away with it. Seasoned or sifted truth is not acceptable because anything less than the truth is a lie—deception. White lies, tiny lies or delicate lies are still lies—deceptions. The world deserves the truth, even if it infiltrates our comfort zones. Deception does not help or protect anyone, not even deceivers for their motive is tainted and their gratification is temporary.

How do we discern deception? Each of us has intuition—an inherent ability to obtain extended information about people, places and things, without using logic, five physical senses or prior knowledge. Logic seeks facts, which can be manipulated or missing. Physical senses observe outer appearances, which can be camouflaged or counterfeit. Prior knowledge can be off point or obsolete. Let your intuition be your deception detector. Intuition communicates the truth whether we like it or not. So, when you come across someone presenting news stories over the airwaves or in print, consult your intuition by asking, “Does this person speak or write the truth?” Then, notice the intuitive messages you receive. If deception rules, see inner and outer visions of fraudulence circling their face. Feel distrust or emptiness alarming your body. Hear alerts, such as “liar” or “trickster” in your head. Taste saltiness or sourness in your mouth. Smell polluted or acidic scents in your inner nose. Heed all these intuitive messages and others regarding deceptive news stories. Let us be deceived no more.

 

© 2005

 


 Intuition Simplifies Your Life

 

"Check the menu before ordering," my inner voice whispered. I glanced at the menu board of a fast food restaurant and noticed the menu numbering differed from other franchises in the area. If I hadn't listened to my inner voice, I would have ordered the wrong meal from memory and blamed it on the order taker. My inner voice—my intuition—warned me to prevent an argument.

Everyone has intuition—an inherent ability to obtain information about people, places, things and situations without using logic, five physical senses or prior knowledge. Logic examines facts, which can be manipulated, erroneous or missing. Physical senses can be deceived by outer appearances, firm handshakes and polite conversations. Prior knowledge can be outdated, invalid or irrelevant. Intuition communicates the truth—anytime and anywhere.

 

Intuition communicates intuitive messages containing images, feelings, sensations, sounds, knowings, tastes, scents and sayings to simplify your life. Has an image flashed across your mind's eye to take another highway to reach your destination? Intuition saves you time by informing you of traffic incidents, road hazards or police speed traps up ahead. Have you met someone and felt good or bad vibes in the pit of your stomach? Intuition provides insights into people's personalities so you can decide whether or not to associate with them. Has an idea popped in your head and you knew it was a profitable invention? Intuition increases finances, if you're the first to patent and sell the idea. Have you shopped in a grocery store and experienced a harsh taste in your mouth, though the product you picked up looked and smelled fresh? Intuition protects your health and reduces doctor visits by warning you about food contamination.

 

I knew a friend would ask me for a favor a week before she did. I told her after she asked me. She couldn't figure out how I knew, because she hadn't made up her mind until that day. Intuition communicates finalities—the truth—no matter how many times someone changes their mind. Intuition removed the surprise factor, so I had time to weigh if I'd do the favor, which I did.

 

Notice how your intuition daily communicates intuitive messages to you to simplify your life. Do warning images flash, pause or roll like a motion picture across your mind's eye or "out in space" when danger lurks? Does calmness or excitement envelop your body when you're on the right track in achieving a goal? Have you heard songs in your head, then turned on the radio and heard the same songs harmonizing solutions for situations you're going through? Do you just know everything will be all right in the midst of turmoil? Do intuitive tastes or scents encourage or discourage you when making financial investments or major purchases? Has your inner voice told you to drink water when you didn't feel thirsty or take a break when you've pushed to meet a work deadline? The list of intuitive experiences is endless.

 

I recall hearing a weather report predicting a paralyzing snowstorm to hit the Washington, D.C., area one winter. Normally, I ignored meteorologists because their predictions felt empty and never happened. That day, I felt certain within my bones the meteorologists finally got it right and stayed at home. The snow fell for hours and stranded travelers for days.

 

You can choose to ignore your intuition and live by your logic, physical senses or prior knowledge. Or, you can listen to your intuition and enjoy a simpler life.

 

© 2005  Published in June 2005 issue of Edge Life

 


 Spiritual Awakening During Sleeptime

 

I am an intuitive and a true dreamer. However, for the first twenty-eight years of my life, I couldn't recall any intuitive experiences, including dreams. I simply went to sleep and woke up, and lived what I thought was an average life. In 1992, life changed forever. I dreamed all six numbers of the Virginia lottery. Upon awakening, I recalled three numbers, which I played while guessing the others. Only the dreamed numbers dropped. The dream disappointed, yet fascinated me. I realized it wasn't meant for me to win a million dollars that night, but to pay attention to my intuition and dreams.

 

A Gift of Knowing

Apparently I didn't pay enough attention because in a February 1994 dream, two angels pushed me through a white light of spiritual knowledge. At the time, the only thing I had heard about a white light was when someone transitioned to the afterlife. I feared the angels because I wasn't ready to die. I fought them until awoke. The next month, I had an out-of-body experience after dreaming my sister told me I had “the gift.” I phoned her the next morning, but she didn't know anything about a gift.

 

Upon a friend's suggestion, I visited a spiritual counselor in Washington, D.C. “You’re psychic,” the counselor said. “What?” I gasped. “I could tell when I talked to you on the phone,” she said. “It runs in your family.” I sat in shock, but wanted her to tell me all she sensed about my family and me – my gift. I knew what being psychic meant, but not when applied to me. She provided minor details and recommended classes to take. Disappointed, I realized I had to find my gift another way. Psychic wasn't a title I preferred to use.

 

I stopped identifying myself by professional pursuits, material possessions and earthly accomplishments. They couldn't nourish the spiritual hunger growing inside me. I fed my hunger by reading books and attending classes and workshops on intuition development, astrology, numerology, palmistry, angel and spirit guide communications, face reading, card reading, dream interpretation, prophecy and meditation.

 

Awakening to Dreams

Deep in the night, deceased relatives appeared and talked to me in dreams. I woke up terrified. Weren't they dead in their graves until judgment day, as my Baptist upbringing taught? During the day, I intuitively saw, felt, heard, knew, tasted, smelled and spoke things, such as peoples’ true feelings and motives, angelic messages, location imprints and ways to avoid vehicle accidents. I reviewed my life and questioned my beliefs. What I thought I knew blurred. What I didn't know came to teach me twenty-four hours a day.

 

“Destruction in Miami,” headlined a May 1996 dreams. Value Jet Flight 592 crashed in the Florida everglades four days later on my birthday. “Job loss!” screamed a February 1998 dream. I started working for another company in September 1998 and was fired seven months later for refusing to sign a one-sided company agreement. An October 1999 dream informed me that I saw spirits in room corners. I asked these spirits not to appear while I was awake, and to my surprise, they complied. I intuitively felt their presence without seeing them.

 

Family Connections

So many intuitive experiences, including dreams, occurred that I pried relatives and friends for insights. I asked what they experienced while awake and heard stories of seeing transparent beings, feeling other people's pain, hearing voices in old houses and divine intervention from angels. I asked about their dream interpretation processes and verifications. I soaked in all the insights I could handle.

 

On my mother's side of the family, I discovered a rich history of prophetic, telepathic, advisory and warning visions and dreams. My mother told me my grandmother and great grandmother were visionaries and true dreamers, along with other relatives. It was exciting and nurturing to talk about intuition and dreams with relatives who cherished thirty-plus years of experience.

 

I learned that each person's spiritual journey is unique and should be traveled at his or her own pace, without conforming to other people's footsteps. Looking back, I'm grateful for my white light dream and angels who pushed me onto an incredible spiritual journey, continuing to this day. I'm grateful the spiritual counselor didn't tell me much about my gift, thus allowing me the freedom to discover it at my own pace.

 

Feeding the Soul

Intuition helps me learn a lot about myself and other people, and helps me make better decisions, thereby creating greater peace, happiness and success. Dreams teach me that we physically die, but not spiritually. Dreams also show me that I learn and solve problems while asleep. I now love dreaming and no longer fear it.

 

I still can’t recall dreams from the first twenty-eight years of my life, but I discovered that I've been intuitive sense birth. Intuition, including dreams, is a God-given spiritual gift that enlightens me to how life truly is – not as it appears to be. I wasn't birthed upon this earth to use only logic, physical senses and prior knowledge. Intuition and dreams feed my soul day and night. I don’t want it any other way. I am an intuitive and a true dreamer.

 

© 2005  Published in May 2005 issue of Spirit in the Smokies Magazine

 


True Dreamer

 

I haven’t always been a true dreamer—a person who dreams truth and wisdom whenever and wherever he or she sleeps. For the first 28 years of my life, I can’t recall dreams from my Tennessee childhood or through eight years of worldwide Army service. I simply went to sleep and woke up. If any dreams emerged in between my physical eyes closing and re-opening, they remain adrift in the twilight zone. In 1992, my life changed forever. I dreamed all six numbers of the Virginia lottery. Upon awakening, I recalled three numbers, which I played while guessing the others. I won a free ticket because only the dreamt numbers popped up. The dream intrigued me, but no similar dream surfaced. Later I realized that dream wasn't meant for me to win the lottery, but to announce the arrival of my dreamtime.

In a February 1994 dream, two angels pushed me through a white light for inner knowledge. I fought them until I awoke because I originally thought they tried to kill me. My arms ached after the encounter. The next month, I had an out-of-body-experience after dreaming my sister told me I had “the gift.” “What gift?” I phoned her the next morning. She didn't know and I couldn't discern it. Deep in the night, deceased relatives appeared and talked to me in dreams. In June 1995, a deceased paternal aunt said, “You'll be leaving soon and Moore will help you . . . around May or June . . . or whenever you want to. You won’t know what hit you.” I woke up terrified. I thought I’d die soon. I nervously went back to sleep. In another dream, my deceased paternal grandmother phoned me. I refused to take the call. I trembled awake¾and stayed awake. “Weren't they dead in their graves until judgment day, as my Baptist upbringing taught?” I asked myself hearing silence. No matter where I traveled staying with family, friends or in hotels, I dreamed.

 

I reviewed my life. I questioned my beliefs. What I thought I knew blurred. What I didn't know came to teach me during dreamtime. I felt attacked by nightly images I didn't understand, but knew it wasn't my imagination or bad food. Each time my eyes closed, I expected something supernatural. Often I awakened exhausted or with racing heartbeats due to troubling scenes. I never thought I’d be a true dreamer. I was scared and confused, but sought understanding because the door to dreamtime opened wide. I read dream books, including Dreamwork for the Soul by Rosemary Ellen Guiley, Bedside Guide to Dreams by Stase Michaels, and What Your Dreams Can Teach You by Alex Lukeman. I studied bible scriptures pertaining to dreams and listened to dream tapes by John Paul Jackson and Dr. Mark Chironna. My dreams are literal, symbolic or a mixture of both. Dream dictionaries prove useful because particular symbols switch meaning each dream. Tornadoes have signified dramatic changes in my life, visions unseen by others, the rapid collapse of the World Trade Center after being struck by hijacked airplanes and actual tornadoes on the ground in the United States. Even with dream dictionaries, an interpretation has to click or feel right to me, otherwise it’s incorrect. I scanned numerous Internet articles about dreams, and attended dream workshops and seminars. Most importantly, I talked to relatives and friends for dream insights and comparisons. I asked about their types of dreams, interpretation processes and verifications, and how they felt each morning after. I soaked in all the information I could handle, whereas in my youth I ignored dream talks because I couldn’t relate. Now I can. I discovered a rich history of prophetic, telepathic, advisory and warning dreams on my mother’s side of the family. She told me that my grandmother, born in 1917, and great grandmother, born in 1875, were true dreamers, along with several aunts and female cousins. Most recall dreaming from an elementary age like my sister, but unlike my mother and me who became adults before entering dreamtime. It's exciting and nurturing to dream talk with relatives who’ve had 30+ years of dreaming. We all know people who don’t want to listen to our dreams due to fear or ignorance, especially after numerous validations. They think we cause certain predicaments or deviously uncover secrets when we only convey what has transpired, is transpiring or will transpire. Once I shared the same dream with a niece to our surprise. Our dream images matched, but our dream angles differed because we lived in different states. Our deceased paternal grandmother let us know she was okay in the afterlife by dancing to loud rap music while wearing a long dress and white sneakers. Grandmother died in 1994 at age 98 and knew little about rap music, but used it to ensure we didn't forget that dream upon awakening. Except for three brothers and an older cousin, male relatives don’t remember their dreams. They’re not open-minded to dreamtime.

 

Early on, I asked myself, “Why do I dream?” My first answer: “It’s inherited.” I needed a deeper response. My enhanced answer: “Dreams are messages from God to my soul to ease this journey I’ll only experience a short time. I wasn’t birthed upon this earth to learn using only logic and physical senses. Dreams give me spiritual knowledge I can’t grasp during the day due to a busy mind and schedule.  In dreams, God allows us to see and do things that would be too shocking while awake . . . like communicating with loved ones who’ve passed on.” This revelation required careful chewing because it meant access to universal information and dimensions unrestricted by time or space. Spiritual revelations can paralyze if swallowed whole.

 

I read that dreams are the soul’s language. I agree. This language creates soul stories filled with collaged images generating multi-level meanings for spiritual awareness and advancement. My dream journals, soul stories, date back to 1994. “Destruction in Miami,” headlined a May 1996 dream. Value Jet Flight 592 crashed in the Florida Everglades four days later on my birthday. “Bomb at the U.S. Olympics!” screamed a July 1996 dream. Five days afterward, a bomb exploded at Centennial Park in Atlanta. I wondered why I dreamed about national disasters in which I wasn't directly impacted. My answer: “I’m part of a universe where events impact all our souls, regardless of geographical location. No one is a stranger, even if I never met them on this earth.” Then, I wondered how I could dream an event before it happens?” My answer: “The physical realm operates at a slower frequency than the spiritual realm where one probable future exists. Sometimes the outcome of an event changes if free will is redirected in the physical realm.” Seeing events unfold ahead of linear time causes me to live them twice. It’s often difficult, but I learn much during dreamtime.

 

Dreams taught me that we physically die, but not spiritually. We’re all spiritual beings and can soulfully communicate regardless of when we lived on earth. In a March 1998 dream, a wall calendar switched to the month of December to foretell the death of a paternal aunt who had breast cancer. She passed away on December 20, 1998. In August 2000, I took hospice training without comprehending why. In my heart, it felt like the right thing to do. I later discovered the training helps me during dreamtime because the rules and ethics applied guide me when souls communicate their upcoming transition to the afterlife. It’s like soul-to-soul hospice care. I’ve had several death dreams that came true in less than a year. Rather than fearing these dreams, as I initially did, I am grateful because they grant me opportunities to visit, call or write the person involved before their passing. They always reappear in a future dream to let me know they’re alright.

 

Dreams help me comfort and warn distant friends. In an August 2000 dream, an icy cold bedroom signified the end of a taxing relationship between a Virginia friend and her fiancé. I reluctantly told her about the dream to alleviate her pain before the final breakup, which naturally occurred weeks later. In November 2002, I dreamed a Maryland friend had to be cautious of a co-worker named Bob and workplace politics to prevent a violent episode. I warned her via email. She confirmed and thanked me for watching her back. In May 2003, after dreaming the sky blackened over Atlanta, I forewarned a Georgia friend who disbelieved me due to the bright sunlight. Tornadic weather rushed in and blackened the sky within hours that same day. Fortunately, no destruction ensued.

 

Dreams educate me. I met my Guardian angel, Vanessa, and another watchful angel, Gilder. I knew when not to make career moves. I dreamed of a surprising job promotion two weeks prior to my manager congratulating me. I received instructions regarding mediumship and telepathy, how to read clouds as oracles, imagination power and other supernatural abilities. Dreams displayed beautiful color and black & white photographs I’d never seen. They pertained to forthcoming information aiding my ancestral research. I dreamed I’d relocate from Virginia to Georgia a year before deciding to do so in June 1999. That’s what my deceased aunt told me back in 1995. The name, Moore, was a pun on the word, more. More people have helped my spiritual growth since I relocated than ever before. I didn't know what hit me because I had a sudden, near-fatal moving accident, which could have been prevented had I listened to my intuition. In another dream, I asked famed psychic, Edgar Cayce, why I had problems giving myself a reading. He replied, “You’re not asking specific enough questions.

 

Dreams alert me to needs and problems. Some dreams are literal: eat more fruit and drink more water. Once I ignored a dream about a food virus. I ate at a fast food restaurant while traveling and became ill for three weeks. Now I allow 30 days to pass before eating in particular restaurants after this type of dream. Some dreams are symbolic: A broken neck after a road accident revealed a broken car muffler. The dream’s intensity indicated a major accident if the dangling muffler had fallen off while driving at a high rate of speed. In January 2003, I bought a new vehicle and soon after dreamed there was a problem to my frustration. Two weeks later, I received a letter from Toyota noting a cruise control defect. I drove to a service center and had it repaired under warranty.

 

Dreams teach and assist me in many other ways. I live two joined lives: awake and asleep. This physical-bodied life, with my eyes open, is a reality I’ll experience for however long I'm here. Dreamtime, with my eyes closed, is another reality I physically awaken from, but not soulfully. My body needs rest, but my soul needs to learn or remember 24 hours a day. Dreaming is “the gift” that continuously gives by allowing me to truthfully see the world at large and myself. I save time, energy and money. I love dreaming. I no longer fear any type of dream. I feel off-centered when I can't recall dreams, which occasionally happens due to work stress. Dreams feed my soul night and day. After eleven years of dreamtime, I don’t want it any other way.

 

© 2004  Published in Fall 2004 issue of Dream Network Journal

 


 My Empathetic Journey

 

Empathy burdened me for over 30 years. I defined empathy as the ability to feel and understand another person's thoughts, emotions, characteristics, experiences, motives, situations, health problems, spirituality, etc.

At first, I never heard the term or a linking description, but it generated extreme nervousness, which contained other people's contagious belongings. Their spirits merged with my spirit and whispered hidden truths without permission. I didn't need to adjust my posture or perspective to sense people as they truly are and see the world through their eyes. This innate ability hasn't diminished with age.

 

My progressive awareness of its power leaves me in awe. One empathetic rule declares that nothing, positive or negative, is impossible to absorb. I used to envy those who live lacking intimate knowledge of everyone encountered. How did they remain detached when I sweated during one-to-ones or in crowds? My concentration scattered, conversations jumbled, energy collapsed and nerves tangled. I’d ask, “Why?” Then, insecurities, mood swings, phoniness, disappointments, lust, treachery, migraines, psychic leakages--no limits--pounded me. I inwardly spoke the word, disconnect, to sever the onslaught. I stopped asking, “Why?” Floods of exhumed facts would eventually land me in an emergency room and lead to a misdiagnosis. I doubt any recognized illnesses can be associated with an empathetically overwhelmed individual. I clearly remember several incidents:

 

Many years I inched in rush hour traffic on the Washington, DC beltway when I lived in Northern Virginia. Often I grew angrier each gridlocked moment for no obvious reason. I hammered my horn and yelled over the slightest issue. I realized drivers’ rage invaded me like swarms of killer bees. Their seething thoughts mixed and multiplied within me. I deeply inhaled and exhaled or blasted the radio to eject their anger from my being and visualized my car's windows as emotion blockers.

 

Along corresponding roads, I attended job-related meetings in various conference rooms throughout the United States. The rooms are reserved in various timeslots by government organizations and corporations. Sometimes previous meeting attendees’ vicious exchanges choked me as I entered the doorway. The sultry air caused me to fold my arms over my solar plexus to halt the suffocation. I witnessed colleagues duplicate my protective technique and knew they weren't bored or annoyed, but atmospherically empathetic like me. My breathing remained shallow, until laughter cooled the atmosphere.

 

Caution consumed me upon meeting a human resource representative for first time. My vigilant energy immediately repelled her deceptive energy. I questioned another co-worker concerning her personality only to hear pleasantries. However, I remained observant. Sometimes proof requires patience, which I practice because I grew tired of hindsight regrets. A few weeks passed before she defrauded another co-worker out of $3000. I restricted my professional association with her and visualized a brick wall between us.

 

On another occasion, an attractive man distressed me days after introducing himself. His calculated conversations and kindness attempted to mask his real intention of using my vehicle for his own self-interests. Phone hang-ups, not Caller ID monitoring, discharged his disturbance from my heart.

 

Later on, distrust signaled me upon hearing an auto mechanic's inflated repair price of $400 to replace my car’s left axle. Empathy redirected me to call another repair shop, explain the problem and receive a lower estimate. I smirked as I notified the mechanic I’d found a special deal. I sped to that shop and saved $250.

 

I unwillingly stepped into these three manipulators’ shoes and endured their greed in progress. Still, I pity them. The corruption they circulated will boomerang back to them someday. No one “gets over” as they think they do. My empathetic solution avoids such swindlers or terminates their scams targeting me.

 

Sadness crushed me while watching a TV documentary, LaLee’s Kin: The Legacy of Cotton, depicting one family's dire destitution in the Mississippi Delta. Their 21st century existence echoed my ancestors’ mid-20th century existence, and I felt close kinship with the Wallaces. Their heartache, struggles, illiteracy and legacy of discrimination followed me into a night dream where I read the hopeless belief, “Waiting is not so bad, but there is nothing to wait for.” I woke up trembling and prayed prosperity for them and serenity for me. Movies, such as Cooley High, Roots and The Green Mile, similarly impact me, regardless whether the characters are real or fictional. I cry to ease the suffering of their on-screen persecutions--my off-screen persecution.

 

An acidic taste sickened me once I touched a stranger’s lower stomach in a hands-on-healing class in Atlanta, GA. I withstood her ulcer as if I had an ulcer, which I didn’t. Curious, I asked her about it. She replied, “I used to have one, but it’s gone.” I knew her ulcer hadn’t healed, but said nothing more to prevent an argument. I washed my hands to cleanse away her medical condition brought on by excessive family responsibilities and repressed resentment.

 

In a parallel episode, stomach cramps attacked me as I happily shopped at Pearl Art and Crafts in Alexandria, VA. I quickly departed the store, drove home, swallowed two aspirins and rested. Months elapsed before I understood I’d empathized with an ill friend on the phone and ingested her cramping, as if I owned it. The actuality that the physical transference occurred hours after we talked informed me empathetic pain could strike throughout a given day. I now shield myself with streaming white light should anyone discuss his or her health.

 

“What can happen next?” I dared. I discovered empathy applies to animals, objects and locations, as well as people. I augmented my definition. Intermittently, nausea rocks me as I eat steak, hamburger and chicken. I sense I additionally consume the torment those cows and chickens faced upon being slaughtered. It's the worst shock I've ever digested. I pray and drink Sprite or Coca Cola to relieve the haunting intake. I may become a vegetarian soon.

 

I recall as a child in when my mom discarded an old kitchen table, which I mourned, even though its use had expired. It was comparable to losing a relative. Ultimately, I let it rest in trash heaven. Now I psychologically separate myself from material things. Before I visit historical sites, especially ones weeping blood, I pray, “Lord, bless this land that I'll walk upon and shelter me from invisible harm.” I don’t want to be besieged by entrenched violence, again. It's not an endearing memory. Empathy doesn't segregate time periods.

 

I'm a human sponge. My body swells with so much information, I often squeeze myself in mandatory solitude. I visualize a golden tornado twisting away all the contagions I unintentionally contract. The negative outweighs the positive and is felt more intensely, but I do experience goodness.

 

Pure joy envelops me whenever I'm around certain newborn babies and honorable healers. I don’t employ defense mechanisms to obstruct the ethereal sweetness rushing through me. I love inspirational writing and stirring artwork. I automatically tune into the artists’ creative aims, yet convey my own conclusions. Touring places like the Vietnam and Korean War Memorials in Washington, DC, I perceive mass appreciation from the deceased for granite remembrances of their bravery and sacrifice. Hiking along Georgia's beautiful nature trails strengthens my spirit. The numerous mountains, trees, lakes and waterfalls impart solace and healing energy.

 

Throughout my empathetic journey, I learned empathy, also called clairempathy, is a divine survival gift. Understanding its immensity bestows nourishment that can never know hunger. My glass isn't half empty or half full. It overflows with God's wisdom, protection and grace.

 

People can and have used my gift against me whether or not they realized it. I now handle those who deposit guilt trips, offer complimentary items, or display abnormal kindness--for instant or future favors. Their ears hear an unapologetic “no” rather than a resentful “yes.” I ceased helping or trying to change others to make them feel better in order to make myself feel better. They have life lessons to learn, too, excluding my interventions. I don't take rejections personally and let go before the dead leaves fall. It hurts less once I utilize empathy to comprehend the release's higher purpose. I'm more tolerant and rarely make snap judgments because I sense what lies beneath. I no longer envy those who remain detached because my empathy alerts me to past, present and future troubles. Many fearfully distance themselves when I reveal guarded secrets--after curious inquiries. It's an excellent decision, particularly in excruciating cases. Their inadvertent and malicious stings exit my breathing space. I smile. If an object emits bad vibes, my hands steer clear. I cease eating meat products after a bite grieves me. I won’t explore unbearably afflicted places.

 

My empathy provides an honest self-assessment without contagions lingering inside me or mirrored reflections deluding me. Inner peace transpired as I accepted and expressed gratitude for who I am. The world can’t pound me to the same degree it did for over 30 years. My humor increased while nervousness decreased. I arrived back home to me--unburdened.

 

© 2002  Published in December 2002 issue of Oracle 20/20 Magazine

 


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