It took me quite a while to get up my nerve. Truthfully? I was almost afraid to ask what it meant, why he’d stuck it there. I mean, who tapes a piece of paper that says “RA YA KOO MA YEE” on it to his back car window?

Randy, that’s who.

The Language of the Emotions

The only thing he’d tell me—my husband who passed in 2012—and only after many months of asking, was that it was the only written bit of “his language,” the one he was born with and had never shared with anyone, the one he’d never heard anywhere else from anyone else. He called it the “Language of the Emotions.” As our relationship grew, Randy used to speak words of this language to me, mostly during intimate moments, but also when verbalizing during times of extreme emotion, as if there were no other way to articulate what he was feeling without its use. Looking back, it doesn’t really surprise me that English was actually his second language, given his dyslexia and problems with spelling and grammar.

The other thing Randy always did that left me wondering who exactly this brilliant guy was that I’d fallen in love with who held a steady job, but was also one of the weirdest people I’d ever met, was to sign his name with little superscripts at the end, like this: Randy Connolly*” Again, I had to be content with the non-answer I usually got until, one day, he admitted that the asterisk and quotation mark were his way of nodding his thanks to the Great Mother and the Great Father of the Great Oneness.

Several amazing events have taken place over time that have revealed just how these things are connected, and just how deep their meaning goes. A few weeks ago, I was listening to a chakra meditation my good friend and author Sherri Cortland has on her website in which she takes you through a chakra clearing and balancing that incorporates chanting syllables that relate to each chakra’s energy. I responded strongly to the meditation, but the real kick came when I asked myself What if….? What if the single-syllabic tonal chakra chants were similar to Randy’s language? What if the syllables of “Ra,” “Ya,” “Koo,” “Ma,” and “Yee” each had a meaning beyond an emotional communication?  And why the heck hadn’t I ever thought of asking that before?

Flashback to about 12 years ago, as Randy made his transition and spoke his language for the last time. Only a few words, but words that would matter more than I can say. I felt the circumstances even more painfully because, as he lay dying, he also kept pushing me away. Literally pushing away the love of his life. His wife. His partner. I was pretty hysterical at that point. Let’s face it, who wants to be rejected at a time like that by the one you love? And so I sat and cried a couple of feet away, not knowing what to do, afraid to watch as he took his last breaths.

Not only didn’t I realize what I was doing with my hands, which, it turns out, were, of their own volition, fiddling with a tape recorder on the table, but, because I couldn’t see through my tears, I wasn’t aware that I’d pressed the PLAY button. In fact, it wasn’t until months later when I turned the recorder back on that I heard the few precious syllables of Randy as he spoke his final words…in “his language.” And it wasn’t until a couple of years after that, at one of the recording sessions for my audiobook of Crossing the Rubicon, the producer said, “Gee, it’s too bad we don’t have any audio of Randy. It would be a perfect way to incorporate his energy into the book since he wrote it with you after he died, right?”

Right.

Which is when I shared the recording with a medium I knew who was able to translate the words for me: “Goodbye, my love…I’m coming home.”

This message was exactly what I needed. The one that would, at long last, shift the energy of shame I had been carrying since Randy’s death.

Randy always said he (we) came from another planet. That his real name was Two Lakes of the Star Clan. When he napped, I found myself imploring him to remember to come back to me because he always seemed to go so far away when he slept. Now I had my answer. He was not pushing me away because he didn’t want my love. He was pushing me away so he could “come home.” Apparently, the more I held onto him, the less his spirit and his body could do what they had to do—leave the physical realm.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. As I said, I’d meditated to Sherri’s guided chakra meditation and suddenly got it in my head to research each of the syllables of “Ra,” “Ya,” “Koo,” “Ma,” and “Yee.” What I found, if revelations are ever really “found,” was both obvious and mind blowing.

Bear in mind that Randy misspelled everything, so I had to be generous with my own spelling as I researched.

• RA: Egyptian sun god, the creator of the universe and the giver of life.
• YA(H): One name for God; YA(A): goddess of fertility and love.
• KOO (KU; also known as Akua): God of war, fishing, farming, with supernatural powers. (And now I appreciate why Randy called himself a “frequency farmer.”)
• MA: Moon goddess; Mother goddess; warrior goddess.
• YEE: As in John 10:34, “As ye are gods.”

To me, and I know to Randy who felt strongly on the matter, one finds the kingdom of God within. So if “ye” is the plural of “you,” we are all Gods…God is within each one of us. We are all God and everything is included in that oneness.

Is the trajectory of these events and discoveries beginning to come together for you as it did for me? Because between the gods and the goddesses and the oneness, we’ve pretty much covered the territory of Randy’s daily reminders: the way to consistently express his powerful belief that he was a spiritual being having a human experience—and was grateful for that opportunity.

It was his way to give a nod of thanks to the Universe.

Every time he signed his name. Every time he climbed into his car. His way to give a nod of thanks to the Universe.

I keep Randy’s original printed 4” x 11” “RA YA KOO MA YEE” sign on my desk. Over the years it’s been on a shelf, in a filing cabinet, packed away, and misplaced. Since chanting the tonalities of the chakras and feeling the frequency of the sounds, however, it has taken on a whole new meaning and will continue to sit front and center in my life.

We are the sun. We are the moon. We are warriors. We are lovers. We are frequency farmers. We are all God. We are all one…speaking the same language.

And, most importantly, as HSPs, the Language of the Emotions is our language,

and paramount to the state of the world.

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HSPs & the Red Coat: Part 1

When something feels like yours, isn’t it yours? Remember the Bible story of “Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors”? In a nutshell, Joseph, his father’s favorite son, was gifted a magnificent coat, which made his brothers jealous. So jealous that they hatched a plot to sell him into slavery for 20 pieces of silver. In Egypt, Joseph’s his gift for telling the future helped him turn his fortunes. Let’s take a look at what happens when you’re around “someone else’s coat.”

HSPs & the Red Coat Questions:

• Is your “coat” like Joseph’s?
• Is it really yours?
• Does it really have your UES, your Unique Energetic Signature?

We’ve been talking about your Psychic Octopus for a while now, and have started to get into the nitty-gritty of how to apply that life-altering tool with the last couple of posts on your Psychic Sponge (Energetic Sponge). But which comes first, the chicken or the egg?

In other words, “wringing out” sponge energy that you may have soaked up from your environment is a great thing, but until you recognize you’ve taken it on, there’s not much you can do about it. Which brings us to the next critical bit of information to ensure your roadmap to amplifying your vibration and celebrating your sensitivities takes you where you want to go!

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Present Day

You’ve just arrived for dinner at your favorite restaurant, a small, intimate place you’ve been going to for years. You’re wearing your favorite coat, the one you wear as often as weather permits. It’s red, with a velvet collar. It fits you to a T. It’s comfortable and luxurious at the same time, which isn’t the case with too many clothes, so when you wear it you feel fantastic. You especially love that the pockets are nice and deep so you can store things like your wallet and cell phone. When you wear it you couldn’t possibly feel more like you.

Anyway, there you are at the restaurant. You remove your special coat and hand it to the waiter who’s been there forever and knows you by name. You ask for Guido’s family and he asks for yours. He takes your coat to the coat room for safekeeping.

You have a meal that’s as tasty as ever (probably eggplant parm) and are ready to leave. Guido brings you your gorg red coat and helps you into it. It’s begun to snow outside and you are glad for its warmth as you pass through the door to walk home.

3 Months Later: Whose Coat Is It???

Your phone rings. It’s an unidentified number, so you let it go to voicemail and forget about it for a couple of days. When the same number calls through again, you’re distracted and pick it up automatically and say hello. The voice on the other end of the phone sounds hesitant.

“Um, I know this will sound strange,” says the voice, “but I really think you have my coat.”

“Um, I know this will sound strange,” the voice goes on, “but I really think you have my coat.”

You look at the phone, shocked. What is this person talking about? “What do you mean, I have your coat?” you repeat. “What are you talking about?”

“I know,” the voice says again, “it sounds crazy. But you were at Antonio’s Ristorante three months ago, right?”

“Well, yes,” you say slowly, thinking back, “but how did you know that? Who are you? What do you want?” You’re beginning to get suspicious.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” continues the voice. “It’s just that I really think you went home with my coat . . . and I went home with yours.”

“That’s impossible,” you say.

“Nooo, I don’t think so,” says the voice, irritatingly self-assured.

“I have that coat right here with me,” you say, well on the way to peeved. “It can’t possibly be yours. It’s my red coat with the black velvet collar. It fits me perfectly. I love this coat. I’ve had it for a long time and I’d know if it weren’t mine.”

“I’m really sorry,” says the voice once again, not really sounding sorry at all, “it’s just that if you look in the pocket you’ll find something I left in the pocket that’s really special to me. I thought I’d lost it, but then, when I was at Antonio’s last night, Guido thought I was you at first, that there was another customer who always wore the same red coat. That’s when I realized we’d probably walked off with the wrong coats.”

You can’t believe it. It’s ridiculous. It doesn’t make sense.

You can’t believe it. It’s ridiculous. It doesn’t make sense. How could something that feels so right not belong to you? You’ve worn it forever; wouldn’t you know if it was not yours? Wouldn’t you know by its feel or its smell? Still, you hesitate. Finally, you say, “Okay, so what you’re saying is that you left something in the pocket that you want back, right?”

“That’s right,” says the voice. “Can you check for me?”

You sigh. This really feels like a very strange conversation. Although you are still not willing to admit the coat is not yours, if it were you, you know you’d want your coat back—or at least the thing in the coat that you thought you’d lost, so you slowly stick your hand in the left pocket and feel around. You remove a used tissue, a receipt, and a mint, but nothing else. You turn to the other pocket and, still feeling stupid, stick your hand in. Out comes another tissue and a stick of lip balm. You don’t feel much else. You’re relieved, much more relieved that you think the circumstances warrant, and you don’t know why.

“Nope, there’s nothing here,” you say, sounding a bit smug.

The voice sounds small this time. “Please,” it says, “could you check just once more? It’s really small, so it often slips way down into the corner of the pocket. It’s a little metal coin of an angel that my father gave me when I was little and before he died. It means a lot to me.”

You sigh an even bigger sign, but agree to check again when you hear the catch in their voice. This time, you make sure to delve deep down in the corner where you feel something that catches you up short. Sure enough, there’s something there, something small and thin and round. You almost don’t want to remove your hand to see what it is. Somehow you know this is the angel coin this person has lost.

Which is when the moment you realize that, if the coin in the pocket belongs to someone else, so does your coat. That it’s not your coat at all.

2 Days Later

You have just exchanged coats with the person who called you on the phone. You met at Antonio’s, which seemed appropriate. You looked at each other and took each other in. You’re about the same size, and have the same hair color, but other than that, you are not the same at all. When you offer back the angel coin to this person, you feel both uncomfortable and relieved. You cannot believe that all this time you were wearing a coat that you were convinced was yours, but belonged to someone else. You are thanked many times over by the person whose coat you were wearing and who was wearing your coat before they leave.

This is when you ask yourself the following questions:

• If wearing someone else’s coat can feel so right, can feel as if it’s mine without a shadow of a doubt, then what else could be going on here?
• What else am I believing is “mine” that really belongs to someone else?
• How do I know if/when I’m in my own Unique Energetic Signature or diddling around in someone else’s?
• What about all the feelings I feel and the thoughts that come into my head unbidden?
• When I feel sad or angry or upset, are those feelings really mine?
• Because if they’re not mine, I don’t really want them.
• If I know I don’t want them, how do I give them back—or not accept them at all?

These are questions you have never asked before, but realize in this moment of life-shattering brilliance that they could change your life.

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STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 of “HSPs and the Red Coat.”

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For too many years our societies have undermined the value of “feeling.” By feeling, I don’t just mean the experiencing of emotions, either. I mean the value of intuition, too, and the value of “knowing” without seeing physical proof…and then receiving validation for it. In over-accentuating the belief that the only real truth is “fact,” that logic reigns supreme over all else. As if one could ever separate the human from the experience! And in my view, since human-ness is a constant, there will never be a time that human emotion is not involved on some level. Society’s paradoxical relationship with “sensitivity” is at the core of our misconceptions and underappreciation of the idea of “sensitivity.”

Society’s paradoxical relationship with “sensitivity”

On the other hand, we have religion existing alongside science in a painfully obvious paradoxical relationship. We have more and more people who can’t seem to tell the difference between truth and lies by the very people invested in the spin. We have sexual deviance running rampant in the same world run by people who are the perpetrators of such violence.

We have become insulated from who we really are and all the abilities we could be sharing to further the state of conscious awareness, love of the fellow members of our species (and all living creatures), and the nature of humanity at large.

It is not my intention to delve into politics—or science or religion. I am not an expert in any of those subjects. I am, however, pretty darn well versed in what it means to be a highly emotional, intuitively driven, fairly intelligent, and (hopefully) spiritually evolving human being, and an HSP.

The most recent book I’m reading on high sensitivity is Christian-based. In other words, if you are sensitive it’s okay, but you need Jesus’s help to deal with it productively. Without disparaging this philosophical approach, I would like to posit that, by and large, such advice is not all that helpful if or when you’re truly addressing the desire to know who you really are. At least not by other people’s standards based on religion or politics or socioeconomic status or anything else.

We are who we are

It is not possible to entirely cut the cord between ourselves and the environment in which we live, nor from the upbringing that we have had. It is possible, however, to consider our opportunities to live differently.

Love energy is the most powerful energy there is

As I continue to explore how high sensitives interact with the world (or avoid it) and how we feel like second-class citizens, I am reminded of what my husband used to tell me…almost every day. “Heidi,” he’d say, “You are not the weakest because you are the most loving, as people would have you believe, but the strongest.” It took me many years to begin to understand the truth in that statement.

In my way of thinking, love is the most powerful energy there is. Science cannot measure it necessarily, and religions cannot own it or call it theirs, yet most of us have felt it, experienced it, and desired it at some point in our lives. We might say that we can see a loving act, but the feeling of love is something else entirely. Furthermore, the heart, at least in the sense we might use the word to tap into sensitivity, is what balances out the mind. Without it, not much is left.

HSPs tap into what matters

All energy works the same way. High sensitives tap into energy, first and foremost. The telepathic ones tend to tap into people’s thoughts, the empathetic ones into people’s feelings, and so on. The key is not to stop being sensitive, but to start understanding that you can have it all. You can understand how people feel, for example, without actually feeling what they are feeling. It’s about respecting the “thought boundaries” of others without blocking them out, but rather by aligning yourself with your own energy…and staying there.

For everyone’s sake.

For the sake of humanity.

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The Psychic Octopus: The Perfect Tool for High Sensitives

The psychic octopus is absolutely without a doubt the best tool I have ever come across for HSPs. It’s the single tool that changed my life. Applying it is not only easy, one you get the hang of it, but endlessly helpful, endlessly soothing, and endlessly effective.

Are you globbing onto someone else’s energy?

Learning to know the difference between your Unique Energetic Signature, your personal energy and other people’s energy is the basis for everything when you’re an HSP. Here’s why. When you’re highly sensitive, when you’re a “high sensitive,” as you now know you are and have probably always been told you are, you feel things that other people don’t seem to feel, and you feel them on a level that often feels overwhelming, even disturbing. Over time, your feelings can become so intense that you live a life of concern, fear, even anxiety and depression.

Controlling these reactions to your environment becomes a pervasive need. In order to save yourself from the pain and discomfort you feel, most people who are high sensitive learn to shut down, deny, or otherwise distract themselves from, or avoid, those feelings at all cost. The problem is, none of these options is helpful in the long run. They all rise out of fear, lack, and defensiveness, as opposed to acceptance, worthiness, and love for self…love for who we really are, and love for the world around us. This includes feeling hate, not love, for our own sensitivities and for the magnificent gifts they truly are.

We are spirit in biodegradable human suits!

We are all more than our physical selves; we are spirit in a human body, a human form that come into and leaves the physical world. Another way to say this is that we are simply all energetic beings. And if we’re all energetic beings, it’s only a short step to knowing that we are all connected energetically, through our energetic fields of vibration, in some way. When we realize this, we also realize that if we’re constantly open, constantly feeling all the energies around us, the good, the bad and the ugly feelings of the people and places in our environment, it’s all too easy to lose our own sense of self in the process. If we’re busy feeling what other people are feeling, how do we know what we are really feeling? How do we know if what we’re feeling is truly ours?

How do we know that we are living a life driven by our own thoughts and beliefs and sensations? That we’re being guided by connection with source and loving intention, as opposed to other people’s thoughts and other people’s intentions? Frankly, we don’t.

Be the octopus!

Here’s what to do. Start by picturing yourself as an octopus. That’s right, an octopus. You know, one with all its far-reaching tentacles, all those feelers that octopuses have. You are able to reach near and far, and curve around and into things you can go through and past in order to explore and probe and find and identify what’s around you. You are free to seek and react to all that’s out there.

Here’s the difference, though, between you and the octopus. You are doing this seeking and probing on an energetic level. You have your own personal psychic octopus. So what’s the problem? Well, the problem comes in when you’re not aware that you’re using your energetic tentacles to tap into other people’s energy bodies–their emotions and experiences.

You’re not aware that you have built your relationships on this ability to know how other people think and feel. And you do it to the extent that you are actually feeling what they think and feel might seem like a good thing. It might seem like it gives you a sense of empathy and compassion to know what they feel. But in actuality, it keeps you from knowing yourself.

You’re literally taking on the feelings of other people. So you lose the sense of who you really are. It keeps you from being centered and aligned. And then it’s all too easy to lose yourself in a relationship, to forget what you really want and to find yourself basically out of touch with who you really are in your essence. Did you ever say you felt “beside yourself”?

How to reel in your psychic tentacles (or wring out psychic sponge)

That’s probably because you were—energetically beside yourself, that is. But when your octopus is in, when you’ve reeled in your psychic tentacles, you’re no longer at the mercy of other people’s stuff. You’re no longer in constant reactive mode that keeps you off center, off kilter, because it’s only when you remain in your own energy that you have the ability to truly be a guiding, present, presence for anyone else.

Practice how it feels to pull in these psychic tentacles. When you pull in your tentacles, when you’re fully engaged in your own energetic pulse, you have no leftover strands of energy, so to speak, that are trolling around, seeking to tap into, or engage, or feel what’s inside anyone else. This not only allows you to have complete freedom to be who you are, but invites you to feel safe and protected wherever you are whoever is in your space, and whatever shows up in your sphere.

When your psychic octopus tentacles are “in,” you’re free!

Another reason this is so wonderful is because you begin to accept the person who you really are in your essence without feeling the need to put up a protective barrier against the world or against other people. You pull your tentacles in, as opposed to pushing away from and building a wall against.

Simply put, being aware of your psychic octopus is not only the gateway to freedom, but the first, most critical, leg of the journey on your roadmap to your own magnificence!

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OUCH!

For me, facilitating a guided meditation means doing the whole meditation along with all the participants as I’m doing it. What is so interesting is that, even if I’ve done a similar meditation in the past, there’s always something new that comes up. A new thorn, perhaps, or an old one that’s still managing to poke through my skin and cause irritation. Becoming aware that there’s one I never noticed before, or the one that’s still lurking (usually half hidden, at least to my own conscious self), is the key.

As I prepared for my Afterlife Meetup this week (in which we do guided meditation, mediumship, and music) I was struck once again by the power of this Meditation of the Inner Thorn: The One That Keeps On Giving.

This time, as I walked through the meditation prior to the meetup, I put a thorn on the couch that I had been avoiding for a long time. I would not have said I was avoiding it! I would have said, and did say, that I was “dealing with it, finding ways to be okay with it, trying to stop having expectations around it.” The thorn this time is one specific challenging relationship.

It always amazes me to see what happens.

Which Thorn Will You Put “On the Couch“?

As soon as I pictured the thorn of this relationship on the couch, I saw it was yellow. A yellow star. Which surprised me because I never would have conceived of a star as a reflection of such a relationship. Aren’t stars bright and illuminating and awe-inspiring? I asked why the energy of this thorn had appeared as a yellow star. It said, directly, “I’m yellow because I’m both cowardly and sharp-edged. No matter how you turn me, there’s another sharp edge to cut you, wound you, keep you caught in my clutches.”

Okay. Really? All this from a yellow star? Color me shocked.

I asked the star, “Because you’re also a beautiful shining start of light, do you think there’s any chance you could shift your energy…become softer, less harsh, stronger, braver?”

“Only if you’re willing,” said the star, “to free me from your body and spirit once and for all, and invite in the light that I truly am. Stars don’t really have any sharp edges, you know, so seeing me that way is only a reflection of your own fear.”

Transmuting one energy to another is the key to stepping into your light.

Again, wow.

Who Woulda Thought a Yellow Star Would Have So Much To Say?

Since then I’ve been talking to this star of mine. It agreed to softening its edges if I would commit to its removal; it did not want to be there anymore, but had felt stuck, lodged where it didn’t belong in my upper arm. Why in my upper arm?

“Because you hold things in your arms. Develop muscle from the time you held your flute, then held your babies, then held all the experiences that have become you. Putting aside this thorn, a thorn so old and deep, may hurt, but there will be almost no bleeding because it is disintegrating even as we speak.”

The star, the one that started out a sharp thorn, has now become a close friend guiding me to a lighter place.

As so-called HSPs, Highly Sensitive Persons, we need to recognize and make friends with our “inner thorns,” whether they are so-called sensitivities or fears or anxieties.

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Lots of people talk about what’s wrong, even if it’s to set the premise for getting something right. Fighting the war against drugs. Moms against drunk driving. Anti-terrorism. Anti-lots of things. All throughout the spectrum of society. We’re constantly fighting against whatever it is we decide we don’t like, we don’t want, we don’t agree with, or we find offensive.

I really don’t want to do that. I really, really, really want to talk about what’s right, what feels right, and how to feel that rightness so deeply that it leads to a more joy-filled life.

On the other hand, how do you talk about the light without mentioning the pitfalls and shadows, the potholes and stumbling blocks? I’d like to say I have it down pat, but I’m on the same path you are. Putting one foot in front of the other every single day and using my LED flashlight to guide the way.

What I know

Still, here are some of the things I know. Things that help me stay on the path without falling too far into the sinkhole of despair before remembering, rebounding, and re-emerging. Something like taking a quick dose of Emergen-C before a cold takes hold.

1. I remind myself that I have the capacity to expand my senses at any moment in time to welcome in an alertness that immediately broadens my outlook and perceptions.
2. I remind myself that I have the ability to fall into a natural state of love, no matter where I am doing or where I am.
3. I remind myself to see the beloved (and the “to-be-loved”) in everything. Even if I don’t feel it in the moment, this reminder helps if I’m tottering on the edge.
4. I remind myself to, as Michael Singer would say, “remove the inner thorn.”
5. I remind myself that I can become the wound or heal the wound.
6. I remind myself of a quote I once heard, that “one alone in consciousness with the infinite is the majority.”

These steps are all part of opening and living with an open heart—and doing it without fear of risk to oneself.

The comment I usually get here is, “It’s fine to say to open your heart, but that just means getting hurt more often.”

Which might be true…if you’re going around putting out an energetic message that says, “Hey, world, look at me. I’m vulnerable. I care about everything to the point where I don’t take care of myself. I’m here, open to hurt because I have an open heart.”

In HSPs: Hide or Seek I talked about reeling in your psychic octopus. This is exactly why that’s the foundation for living with an open heart without risk. Your heart remains open, but your psychic tentacles remain in. Sure, they swim around a bit, picking up bits and pieces here and there, exploring. But within the unique energetic field that is yours and yours alone. The Unique Energetic Signature you have identified. The realm in which you feel aligned, comfortable, stable, and capable…

…and openhearted.

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Thoughts turn into beliefs

Once again HSPs find ourselves in the Land of Definition, where definition translates into thought, into belief, and into life as we know it.

It seems that most writings, documentaries, and people broaching the subject of high sensitivity (and the trait of being a High Sensitive) talk about it as if it’s something that must be fixed. Something that must be dealt with, lessened, freed from. Something that is or has been induced by psychological, emotional, genetic, and physical factors, or a combination of all of these.

While it’s absolutely true that our state of being, which includes our emotional, mental, and physical tendencies, contributes to what we might call our sensitivity quotient, a different approach invites us to embark on a new direction by turning the whole enchilada upside-down.

Until very recently, I had never known anyone who was highly sensitive who considered themselves lucky to be that way. I certainly didn’t. Why would I want to experience everything a hundred times more extremely than everyone else? Feel crazy…out of place…like an alien? I wouldn’t. No one would. Yet it was all I knew. The first time someone suggested to me that my reactions and hyper-sensibilities were so much less—and more—than that, I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Living with extreme emotional states was all, and everything, I knew how to be. Suddenly, I was being offered the idea that one’s level of sensitivity, by and large, is equal to one’s level of resistance. What???

What is resistance?

Resistance describes the way we walk through life, a constant state where everything feels hard, difficult, unachievable, and one feels powerless.

Freeing ourselves from the energy of resistance

For today, let’s keep it simple by starting with a few language-flipping techniques. I invite you to really listen to yourself as you think each thought and speak each word. Is the energy of what you’re saying propelling you toward more resistance….?

• “I get by/I manage.”
• “I need to change.”
• “I need to get over myself, be normal.”
• “I need to figure it out.” becomes I’m learning how to use my guidance to naturally know what’s in my best interest, and the best interest of all concerned.
• “I am too empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate.”
• “I need to block out/shield from/protect myself from….”

…Or more freedom?

• Every day I’m feeling more comfortable about living my life in alignment.
• I’m processing a different way to transform that feels easy and natural.
• Employing my “psychic octopus” easily allows me to stay in alignment without feeling I’m putting myself at risk.
• Even if I don’t really know who I am yet, I can begin to appreciate that I have the ability to access that knowledge easily.
• Having these wonderful traits allows me to relate to the world easily, because they no longer make me feel dysfunctional.

In a nutshell:

“I wish I had freedom from fear, anxiety, depression, pain, shame, guilt” becomes I have the freedom to live with an open heart without risk, vulnerability, or tension because I have the tools I need.

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