The anxiety is so huge that there isn’t enough medication, alcohol, or busyness to tame it. There is a world that beckons me, one that I can’t/won’t/don’t know how to become one with. Its there in my dreams, its there in my waking thoughts and with me throughout my day, no matter who I’m talking to or what activity I’m attempting to do. I smell things when no one else does. I see shadows out of my periphery constantly. Any random person’s energy can send me all over the place, reducing me to tears in minutes or set my heart singing with joy. There are times when I am certain that I am going crazy or are at least partly there already.
Phrases keep cycling through my mind and shadowing my daily activities. Undoubtedly put there by my higher power, a scrolling ticker-tape message… “you are afraid of your spiritual gifts“….“let go and receive”
Does one really hear sentences from the divine? Do messages come through like that really? Complete sentences plopped into your thinking? Does the divine feel a relentless yet benevolent desire to alert a person to their gifts or journey in a way that they won’t let up for anything? And more importantly, does a physical body become ill when you don’t live according to your true destiny and path?
The messages coming through the natural world are increasing too. More hawks swooping over me. Deer peeking out of the bushes when I’m in silent meditation. Hummingbirds hovering in front of me and looking me in the eye. Coyotes howling… all grab my attention immediately but what are they saying? What is with this barrage of information? I get that its the cosmic “Hey, look at me” but to what? What am I supposed to get that I’m NOT getting?
I’ve accepted the label of “emotionally sensitive” given to me by therapists, immediate family, friends and those in the healing and mystical arts. I can live with that. But even that label is seriously understated.
I now know and acknowledge that I feel things 1000 percent harder than most, maybe more. It can be a wonderful yet paralyzing gift if there is no one to show or explain to you about the enormity of the feeling you are having. My world rocks like I’m on a ship being cast about at sea. I seek answers from those around me and my closest friends get weird questions from me all the time. Did you feel that person’s sadness/fear/joy? Do you smell a campfire/skunk/Old Spice/beauty salon smell/cigars, etc? Or, we need to leave this place, the energy is choking/suffocating/heavy with sadness. My poor husband and daughter are used to it but frankly, we’ve all thought I’m about to teeter over the edge at times.
But the thought that brings one of my biggest sense of fear and can immediately send me into an anxiety attack of epic proportion is…Will I be totally ostracized when I allow myself to succumb to this beautiful, alternative, spiritual world?
Our media driven-pop culture-capitalist worshipping world we live in is dictated by norms….outward appearance, job, which church one attends(not if), the house one lives in. I don’t find our world to be a place where our gentleness is admired, where one looks at your heart first, a greeting to inquire of whether you have a spiritual practice or how do you find your peace.
Apparently, I am looking for that place as much as it is looking for me. But I know I’m still blocking it somehow, wondering and feeling deep anguish over this one central thought.
Would I still be a part of your world if I allowed myself to be fully who I am? Authentically, beautifully and blissfully weird?