An empath story continues….

More new smells, things to see and lessons to learn and brother to meet. What an awesome aura he had; 4 years older than I, he held me as if I were a china doll, so careful with loving touches.  My gurgles made these people smile.  My little giggles made them giggle back.  I did my best to smile and giggle all I could.  Then the heat came!  The fire was within me.  What had I done wrong?  What was happening? The heavens opened; I heard my own screams.  I saw the light and screamed some more.  The feelings, the sensations, the heat were all too much to bear.  I begged it to stop.  I was being suffocated by my own being as the light intensified and I felt the loving warmth around me:  I was home!

Home?  No, this wasn’t home.  Not the home I longed for; not the home of the captured teardrop.  Songs were being sung and celebrations being held as words arrived to me, and vibrated through my soul, “You can come home Ariel; You CAN come home.”  My spirit soared and then came it came to an abrupt halt.  No….    the teardrop beckoned me back into body; “you were conceived in love and you were born to share that love with all that you meet.”  My own screams once again bellowed through my ears until finally exhausted I lost consciousness only to realize that at 6 months old I had experienced an NDE (Near Death Experience) and spoke with GOD.   My eyes opened, I was alive with a renewed mission and understanding of love.

So are you an empath?  What is your story?