So…last night I am at the bar with friends and it is someone’s birthday party.
“You must read my friend,” a woman says as she drags a shy woman behind her. The friend looks at me and smiles.
“Yes, can you read me?” I smile back and tell her to take a seat next to me. I have already read the middle-aged man to my right, and his new love interest who is sitting next to him. Every time I looked at him, all I could see was a much younger version in a football uniform. So strange.
“Ok, the first thing I see is there is a woman with you who would be like a sister, but she is the same height as you, and either is like you in personality or looks like you, but you both have a great relationship. You keep each other laughing,” I said. At first when I said sister, she was nodding, but as soon as I started to describing the relationship, she started to look confused.
“Well, I have a sister,” she began, “but we don’t talk.”
“Then this wouldn’t be her,” I said. “This person loves you, listens to you, and your relationship is good. Do you have a good girlfriend who is like a sister?” She shook her head “no”. “I have a daughter,” she said hesitatingly.
“Maybe it’s her…do you have a “sister” type relationship with her? She would have to do the mothering and giving advice piece too. This wouldn’t be the type of relationship that you have a leadership role in.” She was nodding her head “yes”. I continued her reading and told her about her ex and some other things. I kept wanting to think that she worked in education, but she didn’t. She worked in a hospital. Not sure what that was about, but sometimes things just don’t click.
After this woman, I read her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend and her other young friend. It was fun, and at the end of the night, one of the girls told me I was amazing. Another woman told me that a had a really special gift and she thanked me for giving her insight into her destructive relationship with a manipulative ex-husband. Someone else tearfully grabbed me and asked if she was going to be successful in life. I just hugged her and said I can’t see the future, but I can feel how strong she is inside and I just know that everything can work out for her. Finally, one woman asked if I could do parties and she would pay me to read her and her friends.
I have always questioned why I have my ability to read and feel others. Is my gift to help people understand themselves or do I in some way interfere with their path by giving them advice or showing them something about themselves that they can’t see? When I read people, it feels good. I get chills and I can feel people opening under my understanding as if what they have long locked away is there to be seen. Maybe I am a tour guide of sorts, a woman behind the information booth of life, just pointing people in a direction, acting as another sign post that leads people inwards.
One of my friends warns me about karma. She warns that my advice or insights could have disastrous consequences for me and my spiritual path.
Also, is it even ever right to charge people to only show them how they feel? I am not talking to loved ones who have passed on…I am not telling them their future. Truthfully, I don’t think you should ever believe anyone who says they can accurately tell the future. I have had a couple of occasions while reading people and I felt like the path they were going to take was still very optional for them. I also felt like if they did not make the “choice” at that moment that it would show up again at a later date. I have no way of validating either of these things. That is just how it felt, but I felt I was being shown a series of possible outcomes that were contingent on the choice the woman I was reading would make at some point. Very weird.
Any feedback you have for this would be greatly appreciated…especially advice from other Empaths. I have read so many things where people are crippled by this “gift” and I feel like I am in a healthy spot with it.
Also, if you want to be read, I would love to practice more and receive validation.