Tag: Empathy

Controlling Empathy

All my life, for as long as I can remember, I have been overwhelmed.  For most of my life I believed it was because of my upbringing which was in a time when children could be seen, but most definitely were not to be heard.  It was confusing.  Adults and other children around me, made me feel befuddled. They made me fearful; they over-powered me with their very presence, with the noise that they made.  They were too active – too strong and I didn’t understand that it wasn’t their physical voice, or activity, or muscular strength that overpowered me – it was far stranger than that.  Some people could over-power me simply by looking at me and make me devolve into  tear-filled mess.

The noise that humans make hurts me.  Even now – in certain situations.  Not physically, it’s more of a mental disturbance.   It’s hard to describe, and as a child I had no means of reference to say that this pain which hurt my body and this pain which hurt my soul were any different.  I had no guidance to know that it wasn’t always physical noise that hurt.  Now I know that it is the chaotic, jumbled Energy noise that so many people put out, that can hurt so much.

Like many others, I had no-one to guide me, so I learnt avoidance.  I already knew how to disappear into the walls so that I couldn’t be seen but I also learned how to disappear into story books, how to travel to different realms.  My own way to describe it was to “go visit the Elephants”.  Basically I would leave my body and go where I felt safe.  On the open savannah with the elephants.  I would walk in their footsteps.    I have a guide, Emily, who is a big, blue, matriachal elephant.  I even have a painting of her on my wall.  She makes me feel safe.

I learned how not to be there even when my physical body was.  It was the only way I had at that time to control my environment.  When I got a bit older, I used food to control my environment.  I was anorexic.

That tentative control was violently ripped from me one day when I was caught up in riots. Now I understand that it wasn’t just the physical noise and violence of those riots, but the Energy of anger, fear, death; of dominance, destruction and hatred.  That Energy whirled around in a maelstrom of violence that I couldn’t handle.  For over 20 years after that event, I lived in fear of everything outside my front door.  I had zero control of everything that happened outside my front door.  It took that long for me to be diagnosed with PTSD.

Time moved on, I learned how to deal with the panic attacks that happened every day and especially whenever I went into a place where there were lots of people.  My need to escape the pain I felt was so great that I would become violent.  I’ve been thrown out of more that one McDonalds for going to thump someone who was simply talking loudly!

Time moved on, I learned coping strategies and life continued – and was even fulfilling at times.  Then, totally out of the blue, in the midst of a time when other dramas were playing out, I was accused of something I hadn’t done, something I hadn’t even been involved with and I was threatened with jail time.  My world was already very delicately poised, but with this threat it totally collapsed.  This was in August 2014.

In October 2014, I had what I call my Initial Spiritual Awakening Experience.  And in June the following year Essence Ka tha’ras came into my life.    There have been many times when I have stated that she saved my sanity and I am deadly serious about that.  Finally someone was able to explain to me what was happening. 

At 60 years of age I found out about Empathy.  Of course I knew about empathy as opposed to sympathy, but I didn’t know that empathy could also be an amalgam of our senses; a deeper sense. A response to the energies swirling about in the world around us.  I didn’t know that people are empathic in this way of sensing the energies around them.  I found out that I am Empathic – and that every other human on this planet has that ability to some degree or other.  If they are open to it – it’s a matter of sensitivity.  Most importantly, I learned that it overwhelms when you are not in control.  And I, most definitely, was not in control.  I finally discovered that all this pain and noise and overwhelm is because I am very sensitive to the energy of what is around me. 

Essence taught me that I can learn to take control.

That has probably been the most important part of my journey through this lifetime.  You really can’t learn to control how you perceive and receive the energy around you, until you learn about how Energy works and how to work with Energy.  You can’t just flick a switch – you have to learn about it.

The very first thing I needed to learn was how to stop seeing all this Energetic swirling as something to be feared.  Essence taught me that if I could learn to take control, instead of it controlling me, that this knowledge of the energy of the world around me could become my greatest gift for helping others.  I am driven to help others; and this could be an amazing tool but I had to change my mindset, my beliefs.  I’d had 60 years of fear and hiding from something that could be my greatest asset – but it wasn’t something that was going to be learned overnight. 

Essence got the ball rolling, but eventually my guides directed me to attend a weekly meditation circle in the town where I lived.  The people there were lovely.  Committed, helpful, caring – but the Energies they moved in were already too low a frequency for me to feel comfortable in and I wasn’t sufficiently experienced to be able to move through different frequencies without being affected.  I know that sounds like Ego – Hey, my frequency is higher than yours – but that is very definitely not the case.  It was simply that they worked in fields that operated in different frequencies than those I was starting to work in. I went there to learn skills I needed – primarily I needed to learn to trust what I Know.  To trust the Energy I was able to read.  How did I do this, I learned the art of psychometry. 

I was pretty hopeless with reading Energy off personal items such as jewellery, they feel inert to me, but my teacher would put a photograph in an envelope or face-down on the table and I would hover my hand over it, I wouldn’t touch it and I would attempt to ‘read’ the Energy I felt about whatever was in that photo that I couldn’t see.  I had to push myself out of my comfort zone and learn to say what came into my Knowing without doubting and second-guessing it.  Sometimes the things students would come out with when we did these exercises were hilarious or even ridiculous, but no-one ever made anyone else feel stupid.  We were all just having a go and I learned to relax and say whatever popped into my mind.  And surprisingly that information was uncannily accurate.

It was a good class.  Fun.  Great people.  And every single week for about 18 months, I left that class, got home and vomited.  Every single week after attending that class, I would spend hours throwing up. 

Now, to be fair,  I do have a number of food intolerances and vomiting isn’t really unusual for me when I eat certain natural food chemicals and so, week after week I thought it was something I was eating.  Until I was invited to visit the local Spiritual Church. 

I went into that church and immediately felt that really familiar draining of my Energy that I describe as ‘pain’.  This was a place of very low frequency and I was in a position of starting to be able to recognise and understand it.  When I had to rush out of that church in order to vomit, I knew exactly why I had been throwing up for the previous 18 months.  However lovely the people were in the class I had been attending, the Energy they were working in was too low for the frequencies I was learning to move within and when I mentioned this with my psychometry teacher, she confirmed that she too had recognised that I would soon be leaving to follow my own path.  This is a good way of understanding that you really can’t separate the physical from the spiritual.

During most of this time, I had lived in an apartment building with the most horrible, swirling, chaotic energy.  Next door was an even bigger apartment building that held energies that were even more intense.  It came to a point, when I had to move out.  I was the fourth successive manager of that building to have had a mental breakdown.  That’s how bad the Energy was there.  I amicably separated from my husband and moved to a town several hours away, but on the 1st January 2018 I found myself back in that building after getting a call for help in running the resort.  

Despite already having several years of learning to recognise and understand how to read the Energy and, at a basic level, how to work with it, I found myself just 8 days later, on the beach seeking a passive way to leave this life.  That’s how badly I was being affected by that energy of those buildings in just 8 short days.  I went into meditation and beseeched the Universe to either take me or to show me how to bring balance into my life. 

Balance is what I got.  I fell off the sea wall.  I had to be rescued by the fire service; had two stays in hospital and 4 1/2 hours of surgery pinning my leg back together.  When I came out of hospital I had to go back to that place of swirling, painful energy which had only become worse.  I had to spend 9 weeks in bed with my leg stuck in the air.  And I had to recognise that Energy and not allow it to take control of me once again.  I had to learn to choose how I worked with it. 

During those 9 weeks I was severely tested.  I don’t need to go into the details, but it was bad; it was hard.  And it was here that I came to understand that me being in control of the way I perceive and work with the energies around me, or of allowing these energies to control me as they had whilst I was younger was all about choice.  Choice and discernment.  I had the ability to choose how I saw, felt and reacted to the energies around me and in order to make that choice I had to be able to discern what was beneficial and what was not.   And believe me, not only then but in the three years since that accident, I have been severely challenged. 

Does this mean that I am now fully in control of my Empathic abilities.  Nope.  I think I will be learning and growing in this area for a long time yet.  What has happened is that I am learning to use that energy in the way that Essence told me I would be able to do.  I now view this ability as the true gift it is.  I use it to see my world as it is and not so much as it is presented.  I use it when I have a client – either for Reiki or drum healing or as a counsellor.  I use it within meditation for the benefit of the entire collective – and it’s impossible not to work with energy when working with Essence. 

One of the first things she taught me is that Everything is Energy, Frequency, Vibration.  It took me a while to get a really good handle on understanding that – but I think I’m pretty much getting there! 

Thank you.  Thank you for listening.  I hope the sharing of my journey helps you to better understand your journey and not to be overwhelmed by the fears of uncontrolled empathy.

Gy’ Shé em
Flip the heaviness and Shine your Bling

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Helping Ego

Today I want to share a personal story with you.  It’s something that happened a few years back – when I was barely started on my Awakening Journey.  It took me a few years to fully understand what had happened in that situation, but it is something that profoundly affected me and I see the same Energy of it happening in current society.  Other people falling into the same trap.  And it is because I understand just how easy it is to fall into this trap – and how very hard it is to get out again – that I am sharing this today. This is about wanting to help and how in some cases, helping is actually inappropriate and it can back-fire.   It’s also a very eye-opening tale about Ego – and just how sneaky it can be.

I’ve always had this strong urge to help people.  I saw myself as a “helper” and quite frequently as a “Rescuer”.  The urge to help people was very strong. 

I had a friend who needed help.  She was a close friend, I considered her a sister and I could see that she was hurting very badly but she wouldn’t tell me what the problem was.  Sometimes she was angry, sometimes very fearful and it broke my heart to watch her.  I felt so ineffective.  I knew, I KNEW I could help if she’d only tell me what the problem was.

Then, in dance class, she was in tears and I went to give her hug.  That was all it took and she became furiously angry, focused all that anger at me and spat out all the fear and venom that she had been holding right at me.  I was devastated.  Devastated that I couldn’t help my friend and I was absolutely desperate to do so. 

Yes, my friend had a problem.  Something that was causing her distress, but she had made it very clear that she didn’t want help.  I dis-respected her choice and in my desperation to help I turned her problems into a story about me.  It became about my need to help.  MY inability to reach her and sort things out.  MY emotional distress at being refused.  After all – all I wanted to do was to help.  It was years later that I realised I had exacerbated the situation because of my Ego.  It was my Ego that drove me to insist on helping even when my help wasn’t sought after or wanted.  I didn’t see that my Ego as involved.  How can it be Egotistical when all you want to do is GIVE?  To Help?  But the reality was, my Ego was jumping up and down, waving flags and holding a party because it had made me so sure that I was the Saviour of my friend’s situation.

So how come this personal story from several years back relates to what is happening to Starseeds right now.  Well, we’ve spoken over the last few chats (IKoK Bi-monthly chats – see below for info) about the addiction energy that is draining Starseeds.  We’ve spoken about how strong it is and chances are you’ve grieved over friends who seem to be lost down the rabbit hole of QAnon and other conspiracy theories, just as we have.  What we haven’t spoken of is how this addiction actually grabs hold of Starseeds.   Well.  It seems to me that it is Ego that opens the door to that addiction.  That need to help, that DRIVE to help can become so very, very strong that it does become like an addiction.  You need that hit of knowing that you helped someone feel better.

Starseeds, almost without exception, want to help people.  So what better way to hook Starseeds than to show them people who need help.  People they feel desperately that they NEED to help, that they are able to help. People who are suffering intense pain.  Abuse.  Torture.  Black Magic. Stuff you can barely imagine.  And when it’s children who are suffering this things?? Well the need goes right up through the roof.  And what does QAnon etc give them.  These very things.  Through Conspiracy Theory, they show Starseeds the stories that tap into that very real desire to help those who cannot help themselves.  Starseeds are being taken down with their own gifts.  Gifts that should be used to help humanity.  They are ‘fighting’ for a made-up cause.  They are giving their Energy to feed those who are trying to take them down.  And they can’t see that they are being driven in the wrong direction by an Ego that is jumping up and down, waving flags.  Having a party.

How do we know that Ego is involved – just read their posts when challenged.  They’ve done what I did.  They’ve turned the story around to be about themselves.  But like me, they can’t see it.  It’s about how they are helping and others aren’t.  It’s about how they protest, carry guns, wear a mask, don’t wear a mask.  It’s about Us and Them.  It’s about division and fear and anger.  It’s not about Love, compassion, peace.  And if very definitely is not about forgiveness.

And the part that is so very hard is that most of these conspiracy theories have some element of truth in them.   All these Starseeds want to do is be the saviour of those who can’t save themselves.  And they haven’t yet worked out that what they think they need so desperately to save is an illusion.

These are just my thoughts. You can agree or not, but I hope that this sharing of my personal story and how I see it applying to what is happening today, has given you some food for thought.

Gy’ Shé em
Auri’An

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Choosing our Path

We are constantly blasted with the fears and the hatreds of the world.  Except these are not “of the world” they are the fears and the hatreds of humans.  Some humans.  A small percentage of humans.  What is potentially frightening is that these people have recently been given permission from an authority that was once considered the most eminent position on our planet and is now rapidly becoming a side-show of dis-respect.

This moment in our linear time is a pivotal point.  We are at the crossroads where we must choose the forward path of humanity.  The choice is simple really.  Do we want to live in Love, in Peace, in Harmony with Gaia; in a place where our children do not need to fear their neighbour; in a society where each individual knows that he or she is an element of the whole; where no-one has to worry about the most basic needs of all Mother Gaia’s children – fresh, safe water and clean air.  Or do we want to devolve again, swamped in fear, hatred and bigotry?

Almost two years ago, I received a message from my Higher Self.  It was the first time I had received such a message, and the only time it was given in such clear and concise words.  The message warned of a choice to be made – the path of Humanity or the path of the sub-human.

Humanity was described as the ability to Love, to hold compassion, to understand with empathy.

Sub-humans are those who CHOOSE not to hold compassion.  Who CHOOSE hatred and fear.

The message warned that there was still time to choose which path, and to Love those who appeared to be following the lesser, sub-human, path.  It reminded me that these people are also Children of Gaia and they yet had time to move away from their fears and hatreds.

We have now reached the time of The Choosing.

Those who have already chosen the Path of Love must come together.  A World Group Collective Conscious Mind.  We must all act together without faltering to bring about the future we want to see.  The future where our children, and their children, can thrive.

For many years, Group Collective Conscious Minds have been forming and doing phenomenal work.  Often quietly in the background.  No fanfare, no bells and whistles, no song and dance.  In Silence, in Love, people have been Gathering.

The Water Protectors of Standing Rock are leading the way.  They are showing us that Love and prayer, song and community can and will overcome those who have chosen the sub-human path of greed and the raping of Gaia.  They hold the future of All in their Energy, their Strength and their Love of Mother Earth.  These are true Rainbow Warriors and it is time to start to bring the Group Collective Conscious Minds together.  To make our Choice.

 

Sue Almaak Dancer

You Too Are a New Storyteller

Come, gather around, I have a tale to tell

A spin on your Story of heaven and hell

if they exist

Come, gather around, the short and the tall

The thin and the fat – I welcome you all

in Peace

What? You have no Story?  No tale to share?

Isn’t that you, who lives over there?

in that doorway

I see you are a good man, fallen on hard times

After you returned from those far distant front lines

in Pain

People avoid you, they won’t look in your eyes

They are too afraid of seeing the truth of the lies

of this Now

But I see your dreams, how deeply you care

And it’s time to release them if only you dare

share your Love

Tell your tale of bravery, turn the lies around

Share the Love and the Light between sky and ground

breathe deeply

Young man you have stories that are meant for sharing

Of brave deeds, of strength, compassion and daring

do.

Stand up, claim your soul’s beauty and travel the lands

Pick up your staff and your drum in both hands

and summon your Future

I have shown you your Light, my job is done

To continue your Story, you are the One

to shine

Lift your heart high, receive Joy and Peace

From the Great Spirit in waves without cease

and Awaken

With a gleam in my eye I bequeath Adamantine Light

To you New Storyteller, now strive with all your might

to grow

And gather the Story of another man’s fear

Dig deep, Seek the Love and bring that here

to the Light

Work hard Storyteller, manifest your Bliss

Refuse to think of those dark shady mists

that mis-lead

If you find yourself thinking those dark shady thoughts

Seek deeply within for the things you were taught

and Shine your Light

Go forth.  Manifest your Bliss

In the words of Essence Ka tha’ras: 

OM AkArapariNAma Anandaham

A New Storyteller

14/10/16

Gather Close and Hear a Story

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I am a New Storyteller.  You may be too.  So come close and hear my Story of changing patterns and beautiful manifestations for the future.

But first, gather around, and as you settle down, maybe with a coffee or a cup of tea, making yourself comfortable, let me tell you what a New Storyteller does.

Stories, as you know have been told since time began.  Before the first word was ever drawn on the wall of a cave, people gathered and listened.  Stories brought the history of the race to life.  They taught young people how to act in certain situations.  They frightened, enthralled and brought laughter and tears.  The old storytellers told of brave deeds, princesses rescued, dragons slain (although I must say that the dragons I know are beautiful gentle creatures and I would be heart-broken if anyone tried to slay my dragons).  They told of wars, battles won and battles lost; of ogres and giants and trolls under the bridge.  They told tales of seasons, of stars and far distant friends.  They built a picture that was fantastical, filled with Magick and the Knowledge of Ages to show the people who came together to hear.

In today’s world, in this current reality, this “Now,” we rarely gather to hear such tales.  Those gatherings around the fire have morphed into watching TV, Face Book and Google; of being spoon-fed the atrocities of the world we currently live in until we come to believe there is only war, and terrorism; famine and bloodshed; the Haves and the HaveNots.  We are loosing sight of the Beauty, the Mystery of Spirit simply because those who control our current stories understand that Fear drives the market.  And they are in it for money, not for the wellbeing of humanity.  We live in fear.  Fearful of being attacked, abused; loosing our job, our home.  We fear our neighbour, so we no longer look people in the eye preferring to walk on by in case we see our own fear and pain reflected in their eyes.

And these fears drive our current future reality.  What we dwell on is what we manifest.  If we expect the dark and heavy energies to come our way, then they most certainly will appear in your life.

Now, we are on the brink of the New Earth.  Shambahalla.  Our New Reality Now is waiting to be manifested.  We each have decisions to make.  Do we want to carry these fears with us into our future?  Or would we prefer the bright, loving world of our most joyous dreams?

This is where the New Storytellers come in.  This is why Spirit has gifted us with the fire of Adamantine Light.  The bright, shining, sparkly diamond gift of re-telling a Story without the fear.  Of re-birthing the beauty of this world and taking that beauty into our New Earth.  Of sharing, supporting, upholding that which is Right; of aiding, teaching, healing.  Because, and you MUST believe this, every Story CAN be re-written.  We have simply lost the skill.

The New Storyteller will weave your fearful story, seeking and finding the hidden diamond of brightly lit Love and bringing it forward so you can see and hold the beauty that is revealed.  And then the New Storyteller will gift your re-written tale back to you.

In the fairy tales of our youth, the story has an ending.  The prince wakes the princess with a kiss and they live happily ever after.  But “happily ever after” isn’t a new story….it’s a continuation of the first story.  And the characters must make the choice to be happy.  This is the point where YOU have the potential to become the New Storyteller.  You take your new story, your re-written and re-defined Story and lead it into the next chapter.  Where you lead it is up to you………

And now, let’s throw a few more sticks of wood on the fire and I will share a Story to show how we can re-write our Reality…..

It’s an everyday story, based in this Now Reality.  The heroine, Carol, is lucky to have a good job.  She is the main breadwinner in her family and lives with her husband (who has a drink problem), her mother who is getting on in years and off her rocker,  and her daughter.  They all depend on her. Her job isn’t anything special, but she loves it.  Her boss is good and understands that she sometimes has problems at home to deal with.  She does what she has to do to get by.  But last year she nicked her leg when shaving it and an infection set in which put her in the hospital.  She not only nearly lost her leg, but it was touch and go if she would survive.  She had to take heaps of time off work and the debts mounted up.

She went back to work before she was really well enough, simply because she didn’t have a choice.  She had bills to pay.  Everyone was pulling her in all directions.  She struggled, depressed, her leg hurt constantly, her husband didn’t help at all.  Her world became bleak and dark.  Her work suffered.  She was doing a rushed and shabby job.  Her boss seemed to understand even though he called her into the office on a number of times about work that was well below accepted levels.  She was given many chances until one day she was late to work and the boss had stepped in to cover her absence and discovered just how far her standards had fallen.  And there were four letters of complaints arrived that day, from customers, about the standard of her work.  The boss called into the office………

This Current Now Reality story could end here with her loosing her job…..and Carol would take her Story forward into an ever bleaker future.  A downward spiral of anger and fear, straight into the depths of desperation.

Or we can step back in time and with the aid of a New Storyteller, the Story can be re-written….

Once upon a time in a land not too far away, lived Carol.  She isn’t a princess, or anyone special, there isn’t a knight is golden armour going to sweep her off her feet.  Indeed she is fairly ordinary looking, heading towards middle age, plods through her life doing the best she can and most certainly would not consider herself a heroine.  But that’s exactly what she is.  Let me tell you….

Carol’s husband went away to fight for the King who wanted a dragon killed.  It was horrible and he just can’t get the nastiness out of his mind unless he has a drink of beer.  Some days it takes a lot of beers before he can forget how the dragon pleaded that she had only taken the sheep to feed her hungry babies.  Some days the memories are so bad he hides under the table and Carol gets under there with him and just sits with him.  Not saying a word.  Just being there for him.

Carol’s mum lost her marbles years ago!  And needs to be watched carefully so she doesn’t wander off through the town wearing just her nighty and asking the bus driver where she can buy wet fish.  Sometimes she calls the police because she thinks the gypsies have stolen her clothes.  So Carol brought her mum to live with her and her family do that she can keep an eye on her and make sure she eats and bathes and has do robe close by to love her.

When she speaks of her daughter you can see the pride and love she holds for this child who is going to school and learning so much more than she ever had the opportunity to do, and even in her most busy days, she will find time to sit and talk with her daughter about Life and Love and the ways of the world.

She is the only person in her household who is well enough, or old enough, to go to work so the whole family is dependant upon her.  It makes life a bit tough at times, but she keeps cheerful and is happy that her family is together and safe.

I told you she is a heroine!  She is one of many unsung heroes in our world.  She lives her life in Love, but is so bound up in holding it all together that she doesn’t actually recognise her Love any more.  She only feels the constant tiredness.

Then, one day – disaster!  Carol cut her leg and the infection was so bad that the doctors talked about cutting it off!  She was so upset and spoke with the doctors telling them how very important is was for her to keep her leg.  The doctors too are unsung heroes and they worked night and day for three weeks to help Carol keep her leg.  And they did a marvellous job!  All their knowledge and training, their lotions and potions were brought to bear and eventually Carol was allowed to go home.

Now……this is where we REALLY get to know just how amazing our heroine really is.  Even though she could barely walk, she went back to work!  It was very hard, but luckily she had a boss that understood and helped in every way possible.  But even heroines have bad days, and Carol’s bad days got pretty bad.  She kept thinking of the bad stuff, and that meant bad stuff kept happening, until one day it was so bad that her boss decided to let her go……

And that is where the New Storyteller jumped in.  Two aspects of the same tale.  The same Story seen through different eyes.  She took Carol to one side and told her her new Story.  The version Carol hadn’t seen because she was wrapped up in the hard reality she had built.  The New Storyteller showed her how she has some amazing gifts:  of Love, Compassion, kindness.  She was told that she is an incredibly strong person, that she had been tested and stretched almost to breaking point, but she has survived.  She was told how deeply she is connected to Mother Gaia and Spirit, and that her lost Joy would return.  She had simply needed someone to flick the switch and bring her light back.  She was reminded that every thought, every word, every deed manifested her reality.

And the New Storyteller handed over this bright light to Carol and gave her the chance to write her next chapter.  Which would she choose?  Trust in herself, in the gifts she has, would she work at bringing herself into the world she dreams of, or return to the darker path and risk a tumble even further.

 

And now the fire is cooling, the stars are sparkling in the sky.  Time to go home gathered people, look into your life, soul and re-write your story.  Manifest your Bliss.

 

In the words of my Teacher

Essence Ka tha’ras

OM Akara parinama Anandaham

 

 

 

Helping Hands?

20/09/15
I’ve always had an urge to help people with their difficulties in life – especially if I have had some similar experience. This urge has got me into trouble so many times, but still it is there.

When I hear of someone treading a route I’ve already navigated it’s almost impossible for me to step back and not add my two pennyworth! As a result I’ve been accused of butting in where not needed and even one-upmanship. It’s easier when writing, as I can edit the words so that they mean what I am trying to say. It’s a lot harder to do this face to face. And that’s where I often get it wrong.
For example I knew, due to years of gynae issues that there was a chance I couldn’t have children. That was no problem until I had been married a year or so and I suddenly became desperate for a baby. Many years later I could still remember that need and when a work colleague told me she was about to embark on a course of IVF and that she was desperate to have a child, I told her that I understood her desperation and gave her an outline of my experience. My intention was mearly to demonstrate that I had some understanding of her situation and that I was there for her if she needed support. She took it as me trying to belittle her worries and feelings; of me trying to top her situation.

This particular experience stuck with me for years and caused me to retreat into my shell more and more. I became afraid to speak in case my words and intentions were mis-perceived again.

But still, I have the need to offer advice if I have experienced something or can see a point of view that is a little different. What I don’t do is expect the recipient to blindly follow my advice. It’s advice. It’s my experience. It’s not necessarily the answer for someone else. What I hope is that the person will gather information, suggestions, guidance from several sources, sort through it, discard what isn’t relevant, cherry-pick what has a ring of truth and arrive themselves with an answer that feels right for them.

After all, it’s their problem. Their bumpy path. I just recognise it from when I walked there. And I also had life lessons to learn.

It’s funny in a way. I still jump in with advice if I feel I can be of assistance. I still find that I will qualify my experience by sharing a situation that feels similar. For me, I am trying to demonstrate that I DO, truly, understand. And recently, as I have become more aware of my Life Lessons, I find myself offering advice through social media. I see the Lesson that is presenting itself.

Today, someone needed help. I offered my thoughts.
And then someone else suggested I write a blog about Life Lessons.

Maybe this is the direction I need here. Instead of my mental meanderings!

Time will tell.
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