“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” — George Orwell
It took quite a long time for me to see that I was an Empath. I remember the day I heard the word…
“I hear that you tune into others’ emotions. You’re pretty spiritual too, right? Maybe you’re an Empath…” the woman said as she made my sandwich on my lunch break from work. My world opened like the sudden release of mental inflammation.
I’d never heard of such a thing. I was however acutely aware of the struggle I’d faced since what seemed like birth. You know the one: insecure, exiled, apart from the herd — a free-thinker, as it were. I always had some self-righteous resistance to following the flock. I never wanted to conform. For a long while, punk rock had my answers, as those angry guys and gals seemed to speak the dissident language of my soul. But, now this — Empath. It was an elegant new word which I had to digest.
As I eased into accepting this curious noun as a part of my identity, my life seemed to make more and more sense. But, what I didn’t realize was that the concept of the Empath has built within it an unfortunate glass ceiling. You see, the Empath is fundamentally a victim of their gift/burden of emotional sensitivity. We are honored to have these intuitive abilities (and probably wouldn’t trade them for anything else) but we also feel subjugated by them. Held down. However true this may seem though, I call bullshit.
We feel held down — yes — most do from what I’ve heard. But what if our subjugation wasn’t due to the abilities we were blessed with but was a product of the society within which we live? The one that is terrified of our gifts. Our Draconian, debt-based system wants nothing more than docile factory workers who are excellent consumers but nothing else. We’re spoon-fed spirituality through the confines of religion, and even our innate intuitive sense of maintaining well-being in our own bodies is robbed from us by an over-suggestive medical system. Seems bleak, right? Well, you’re right, it is. But, what isn’t bleak is that spark of vivid color that shines forth from the heart of the awakened subjects the moment they remember their true power. The Empaths are the front lines of these awakened souls.
The human being is a multi-dimensional, spiritually-attuned, spark of infinite creation in a meat suit. It’s easy to think we’re less than we a