As I learned to walk, my hero picked me up when I fell. He wrapped me up in his arms when I cried. I met the fairies and the gnomes, sprites and trolls as I played on the sun porch waiting for his return. Experience had taught me to be quiet and play with my friends until he arrived. I met pixies, fairies and elves, tree spirits and ghosts, kings and queens of other realms, and angels of all kinds. Breezes sang to me; clouds giggled my soul as the air and I communed in spirit. Love was in the air as well as tucked away in the teardrop within my heart. I felt at home with Mother Nature, yet alone among the humans. During the next few years, I was allowed to escape to school where I continued to obey and follow the rules and even met some human friends my age. We frolicked and played and enjoyed each other’s company until it was time to go back home and into my safe “supposedly imaginary” world. Homework, as well as my spirit friends and my books, was always a welcome distraction from the insanity of my human family. Life was better. Then at age 10 we moved: the human friends turned into unwelcome tormentors as I was the now the “outsider”, and my hero brother was too old to bother with me. I snuggled back into my inner world for survival until I met the celestial bodies!
At age 13, I sat in awe as I listened to a woman speak of the stars and the zodiac. My spirit immediately jumped out into the slides she shared, as I felt myself flying among the constellations. I was free. After a lifetime of patience, the word “Pisces” rang into my ears; the twelfth astrological sign in the zodiac. Individuals born under this sign are reported to be perceptive, emotional and receptive leading to high sensitivity. They tend to be dreamy, mystical and artistic living in the unseen realm often and many times are considered psychic. My questions had been answered: I felt different than those I had met because I am not only a Pisces, but a double Pisces. My soul soared as I continued to live in unseen realms while simultaneously getting good grades, behaving to the best of a 13 year old girl’s ability and writing the poetry at night that swam in my veins and was now regurgitating itself from fingertips to pen to paper. Author’s such as Madeleine L’Engle and her book “A Wrinkle in Time” would be contemplated again and again as I stared out of my window into the mystery of the stars and heavens. Where did we come from? Who else is out there? Where was the real Pillsbury Dough Boy who could hug away all my unseen tears into the softness of his puffy belly? Who and what was God? I sent out to the Universe all my unseen tears due to others not seeing what I saw; others not understanding how I felt; others not sensing my internal pain for the world.
So can you relate at all? Empaths are a species of their own.
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?
Wrote this a while back to remind people to live in the moment and enjoy every moment!
Use your good china for breakfast;
your obituary is written the following day.
Enjoy good wine – drink slow and sing;
the tombstone is carved next week.
Love the world – walk among the trees
on a Tuesday;
Funeral tomorrow at 10.
Copyright Vallee Rose 2016
Every day I consider what to write and come up with so many topics that I end up not writing. So today I decided to share with you a few insights into how to be the awesome you that you are meant to be following the path of your dreams with a smile. What I have to share in my work is very valuable for some but not for everyone. So I am looking for those few who are truly ready to totally invest their time and their energy into dedicating themselves to their evolution.
This all starts with daily service. We are not here in this Universe just for ourselves but to help others. If you disagree, stop reading now. But if you are truly ready to be that best that you can be, then ask how can you best serve others. When you are genuinely putting out your gift to help others and not trying to trick people into buying this or that, than you are ready to begin.
Together we will delve into the underlying rules and habits that are keeping you “stuck” and frustrated. We will discover how to live at the level of love and joy all day long no matter what is happening. This does not mean that their is not sadness or grief, just a healthier way to approach it.
So if you are one of the few truly ready to change your life, sign up now here for the first three steps to a new life: ( I can only take 3 new clients at a time, so sign up today for this years fixed prices).
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And lastly, for my awesome on-going clients, next week I have a brand new question for you all. Are you ready?
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Those first two words are so important in our vocabulary: I am. What do you tell yourself? I am pretty or I am a ugly person? Do you say I am wealthy or I am poor? If you put it out to the Universe that you are poor, the Universe will give you poor. Believe me. I used to think things like that.
Teachers do not make much money.
Counselors in the public sector are paid poorly.
Ministers do not have much of a salary.
I am a starving artist.
You see, I am all of the above. I believed I did not make enough money to be considered happy. People kept asking me why I didn’t have a house or a new car. Wrong! I have learned that I am ENOUGH no matter what! Whether I make $5 an hour or $500 an hour, I am enough! Whether I am underweight tor overweight, I am enough! Whether I was wanted as a baby or I wasn’t wanted by my parents, I am still enough!!!! There are so many things in this world that can make us feel as if we are not enough: magazines, TV commercials, the internet, colleagues, so-called friends, family…. and the list continues. But I always say, “God doesn’t make junk!” Well He/She doesn’t. You were born into this world perfect regardless of the scenario and you are still perfect. You are enough! You don’ t have to be this or that for this person or that person. All you need to be is you!
How do you serve the world?
How do you follow your passions?
How do you live your life?
Four of my truths are as follows:
I AM divine.
I AM truth.
I AM love.
I AM enough.
What are your truths? Once you realize your truths, then believe and you shall receive. And remember to always be grateful for all that you do have!
All Rights reserved Vallee Rose 2016