Writing this message is difficult for me. Not to get too personal... but it's hard to concentrate because I am angry about SO MANY THINGS. Rage brims up inside my throat from choking on words I thought had died, but now appear suddenly, undeniably alive. It's that thing where you become afraid to speak, out of fear that every word will be laced with venom, each syllable a pronunciation of spite.
Sidenote: DId you know that psychic folks (like you, like me) experience difficulty determining whether what they are feeling is coming from themselves or others? It's true! We're walking antennae; sometimes we don't know if the noise we emit is an original transmission or simply an echo of what we've received. This is especially the case when it comes to self-doubt, trust issues, crying spells, tantrums, low self-esteem & negative repetitive thought loops.
In other words, we can feel really, really mad at somebody, when the truth is that they are really, really mad at us.
We can feel overwhelmed with love (to the point of obsessive thoughts) for someone, when really, they can't stop thinking about us.
We can feel worthless, hopeless & suicidal, when the truth is that our light threatens someone else's darkness, our potential showcases the fact that someone else has squandered their gifts, & the life in our eyes makes someone else want to die.
While it seems unfair & is most certainly illogical, that's not even the worst of it. Ultimately, it's a DISTRACTION, a pensive brain fog that renders our purpose invisible & our progress pointless. For the next 30 days, if we find ourselves overcome with negativity, it's an obvious indication that we are (...or were, anyway) on our way to bigger & better things.
To counteract: have you ever noticed that when you're deeply engaged in a meaningful task, the world (within & without/ above & below) quiets to a hum?
Getting (& staying!) busy with our soul purpose will be the only way to silence these psychic attacks.
& How will we know the difference between vampires & the victims?
Easy. Suckers have nothing (literally, nothing) but time.
A monthly message, alchemized/ channeled from tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love.