Well-Being For The Spiritually Inclined

Well-Being For The Spiritually Inclined

Like I’ve said and addressed before in some of my posts, it’s not the circumstances of being born with a caul and inheriting gifts which bestow supernatural/preternatural faculties that cause or bring to us problems, it is the propensities and ways of other people.

One doesn’t even have to be born with a caul to be burdened by the incompatibility of the world and of society.

Many of these individuals don’t see how their thoughts and behavior reflect on how we view and feel about them when it comes to how we’re treated, especially since we have the third eye which allows us to gaze into instance at a sagacious level.

I cannot speak for all but for those similar to me It’s always been more than just people but principalities and the fashions in which God created things in specific to be where I find dissension and disharmony at.

I won’t get into all detail as it is not necessary but I strongly feel I don’t belong here, like I’m an old soul because I was already familiar with life so early on without having to experience things, having constantly been in tune and ahead of my time while being tired of living a life and going through the cycle of motions in a world that doesn’t coincide and measure up to who I am in true essence and what I yearn for within an existence as whereas to reside in.

I wonder if I’m too spiritual for my own good with this heightened extraordinary sensitivity. I can’t complain because it keeps me informed and structured in this vile and corrupt world.

And the “sensitivity” has absolutely nothing to do with “emotional weakness” or “fragile feelings” as some often mistake with us who are born spiritually inclined. Our heightened sensitivity is the intensity of what we perceive (our intuitive capacity) and absorb to the point where it can make us a reflecting vessel of whatever energy we may come into contact with or connect to.

Energies can also damper our moods and make us physically ill as some of us “feel” others elemental residue and the weight of the world.

Nevertheless, we who have a strong spirit endure and sustain regardless and we have guidance continuously watching over us to protect and to help us get through the burdens and ordeals in which we are bombarded and repulsed by.

I’ve noticed how something ethereal has carried me all along. We still have to do our parts by remaining faithful to our own states of being and mode of particular belief systems. This is not a hard thing to do as sincerity and loyalty naturally support the foundation of a spirituality when the alignment is pure and genuine.

A lot of us have been introduced to different types of trauma during childhood though those experiences do not define who we become yet circumstances do shape us into who we are whether negatively, positively, or within a neutral aspect.

We just have to keep on moving and improving and living and doing the things in which bring to us our own personal joy and fulfillment. Whatever further answers, closure, or epiphanies that pertain to our inquiries, discoveries, and/or additional contentment or enlightenment will be revealed by our inner voices of spirit when each period crosses and we’re ready to receive those significant messages.

ESP In The Family Tree/Extra Sensory Perception

ESP In The Family Tree/Extra Sensory Perception

I had conversed over the phone once in a while with Simmie (my father) from a teenager up to my early adulthood, not frequently, but like I said once in a while and we talked good with one another whenever we did communicate.

However, I was never interested in developing a relationship with him. There were just some things I was curious about on his side of the family in regards to nationality and background.

I had found out he was part Native American as well as the rest of his family having a lot of Native American ancestry along with some European bloodline just as like there was both the same on my mother’s side of the family.

I had also found out through one of my father’s aunts that their mother, which was my father’s grandmother, had Extra Sensory Perception, and It was later confirmed by another one of his aunts along with Simmie’s sister. It was said that she was a wise woman and that no one could do anything without her knowing about it.

So there was the gift of ESP on both my mother and father’s side. This is why I have my clairvoyance so strongly and by my Native American ancestry which consists of Blackfoot and Cherokee on my mother’s side and Cherokee on my father’s side I inherited a strong gift of innate spirituality that is combined with my african roots.

I am African-American genetically dressed in  multiple ethnical flavors of culture as a decorated adornment of my soul/spirit.

When I went down to Barnwell, South Carolina to meet the rest of Simmie’s family in person in the year 2001, aside from the others who lived in Queens, New York who I had already became acquainted with and the one’s I had a few times spoken over the phone to, I had gotten into a discussion with “Kookie”, Simmie’s sister.

My mother swears out this woman was not the same so called Kookie who’s real name is Dorothy that came to visit us back in the early 1980’s when I was about seven or eight years old. I remember the woman coming to the house with her husband but I don’t remember what she looked like as I was half asleep when she came.

But this ugly toad/frog looking thing was not the same sister of Simmie’s that came to our home back then my mother insists and I know she believes what she says so if this is indeed true either this woman’s appearance changed drastically or she was impersonating another family member by covering up some deep dark secret.

Nevertheless, I wasn’t too warm or accepting toward Simmie’s family as they weren’t my class of people yet Kookie interpreted my coldness as “being afraid to love”.

“You’re afraid to love”, Kookie had told me. We want you to love us the same way that we love you”.

These people didn’t even know me personally or at all to genuinely have any true feelings for me and neither did I for them and I could never love someone just because they had some type of family relation.

Love is something that has to come naturally and I have never loved easily as I haven’t met any beings, aside from the pet puppies and canines that I had, who incited that kind of strong feeling within me.

The truth of it all in which I kept quiet about in regard to Kookie was that to me she was nothing to love. She didn’t appeal to me in anyway whatsoever and neither did any of her family. All Kookie proved to be was trouble and other people eventually found that out about her too. She had too many skeletons in her closet in which she couldn’t deal with and she placed her insecurities onto others. That is why Kookie became so religious, to hide behind the church and to escape the life of regret she once lived.

Most of the people in the church are some of the worst ones out there if you ask me.

Simmie’s family weren’t shit, nothing but trash, and I had interpreted this revelation as a child when I first met my father. I knew if he was trash his family had to be also but I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. All they did was prove me right though.

One of Simmie’s aunts by the name of Emily had took one hundred dollars of mine in which I had sent down to Barnwell, South Carolina years prior and never repaid me as she had promised. I told her I knew Simmie would not reimburse her for the money but even though she insisted that she would return my money back to me herself.

When the time came Emily refused to pay me back and lied about saying that she was going to. I told her that she was a ” Dirty Bitch”. And Emily and Kookie had the nerve to hold my words against me claiming I hurt and disrespected them as being elders.

Elders who are unscrupulous don’t deserve and will not get any respect from me. And what does age have to do with anything? One being older gives them the authority to get away with lying and doing dirt toward someone who is younger?

Bullshit!

I got my money back when I went down there, though. The money Kookie handed out to me all added up to the one hundred I had sent down there. So I felt it was Kookie’s way of making right of the wrong for her aunt and the work of the universe handling out the situation within a fashion in which I recognized had turned out within my favor.

In spite of that fact, I am in no way declaring every single member of Simmie’s family out to be alike or judging them entirely to be the same, I know there are certain relatives in specific of his that are exceptions to what the others exhibit.

I of all people know that just because you have a few assholes within the family does not cause or classify the whole tree to be rotten.