Wild Empath Chronicles, a chat with the Big Guy
I rode to the creek again, tied my horse to a tree. I have roamed away from my faith a bit and spent the last two days talking to God. My confusion is mainly making sure I stay in the light as I am being introduced so many different ways of thinking. So there I sat in the dirt listening to the rolling water in the stream pass me by.
As I am sitting and draw myself inward, deeper and deeper I go till I see her, my other self. The sounds of the water are gone now, there are only my thoughts. She wanders to the faint glow off in the distance and calls out to The Lord. “I need information and have questions”, she says. As she gets closer to the light there is a feeling of great power and knowledge. She knows she can not get too close it will overwhelm her senses, she stops a comfortable ways away and is engulfed in white light.
She tells Him of a fascinating group of people she has met. They are from all walks of life, all areas of the globe, all different beliefs and gifts. And yet we all share a common bond. There is great love there, great understanding. In this world we feel like the odd ones, and seen as the dreamers and schemers. But here in this safe place friendships are made, love is shared; ideas are discussed all without judgment. “Why she asks are we all brought to this place”.
She can hear the smile in His voice, “see their souls and you will get your answer”. She was shown the people as certain types in her mind, the warriors, the healers and the seers. All with unique gifts and all that cannot be properly described. She thought of the people she knew and could see the logic in this. Logic is a human concept she was told, not always infallible in every world, but this is the way you see, so this is they way you well be shown. This answer was confusing, but she didn’t question it.
The Warriors are defenders. They hold great strength of will and have the ability to protect. They are of noble and honorable spirit, and will defend the herd, protect the pack, rescue the taken, defend the weak, how ever you see it in your mind. They appeared as flame, powerful, warm, yet controlled, a beacon to those in need of help, and warm enough to be drawn to them. She could see how many she knew would fit this feeling and felt she understood. It was then she realized that there was no physical substance to what she saw, but energy, an emotion instead.
The Healers were different. They were a open spirit, open to feeling, pain, confusion. They helped, in all ways someone could be helped. To mend the spirit, ease the heart, gentle the mind and heal the body. They appeared as green mist, a natural source and gentle being that called to those in need, connected to the soul to find the way and sooth the pain. She saw that this could be by energy or knowledge or a caring ear. But to ease the suffering was their only goal. A great task with great risk of self dissemination, but necessary all the same.
The Seers where confusing. They had the gift of sight. To see what others could not. But not the future He warned, as there is only One that can see such a thing. They see the past, the paths ahead and the knowing of who has and will travel these paths, not always where they lead and why, but the choice to be made, the chances to be taken. They appeared as the sky, a vast area of blue, for the open realm of their gift and flight of the mind.
As she thought of these beautiful beings it was apparent that some she knew were more than one, or had the traits of one the temperament of the other. As will all things logical it never really seems perfect or absolute when dealing with beings.
As she sat in the glowing light and mulled over what she had been shown she thought of the people in her life. Those in that place where the misunderstood were accepted, and those outside that place that she also loved. She asked for love to be sent to them all. As she sat the light increased and began to flow out of her in all directions. She wondered idly if they would really feel it or if just her knowing she loved them was enough.
She got turned to leave and realized she really didn’t get an answer to her question, “but why were we all brought together in that place”. He smiled, “that isn’t the first time you met, and that isn’t the only place you are”. After hearing those words the light faded and she was drawn away, and soon she heard the water in the creek tumbling over the stones.
The horse whinnied and I rose out of the dirt to see to him. I was still in that place between, when I got on and started riding home. Everything looked so much clearer, colors brighter, and here and there a slight shimmer in the air. It was like seeing it for the first time. The texture of the bark of the trees, the veins in the leaves, the golden carpet of the dead leaves on the ground, and the red packed earth of the trail. I saw a couple of does looking at us through the brush, but they didn’t run, they just watched us go by. It was a very surreal time until I was back completely.
As I meandered home I realized yet again, for every question I have been answered, multitudes more came to mind.
