Saturday, October 29, 2011

Cords and Connections, Part 2

    Last time I wrote about how our connections not only run in our direction (which we empaths are all so keenly aware of), but they run outward to others as well.  I recommended that we endeavor to keep our thoughts and emotions in the positive as much as possible, and above all, honest.

    A story about the last point.

     A few years ago, I knew a man who seemed very eager to appear positive and upbeat no matter what.  If things were going poorly, he would paint a smile on his face and keep his vocal inflections high and animated.  When his favorite dog died, he did the same thing.  His voice and his face said, "I'm doing great!" but I could feel the anger and pain beneath it all.  It was a weirdly dissonant experience to be around him when he was like that; his appearance and the actual emotions that he tried to keep covered (but which I felt) did not jive.  It was like watching a lighthearted comedy with a Hitchcock movie soundtrack. 

     So, for that reason, I'm going to expound on honesty in emotions.  I don't think it's possible (unless you're a Buddhist master) to always stay positive in emotions.  Sometimes life hits us hard.  People we love die or leave us; tragedies happen; illness or pain strike us.  I think it's fully appropriate to feel grief, or sadness, or frustration at those times.  But the key is to feel those things and then let them go.  The more we wallow in those darker emotions, or the more we resist them, the stronger they become. 

      I know that my Twin Soul has felt darker emotions because I've felt them through our connection.  And I've felt similar things myself, which I'm sure were transmitted to my Twin.  But I try not to let my emotions become my master, and to work through them so that I can wake up in the morning and rejoice that the sun still shines and that life continues.  That is the message I hold for myself, and for all who are connected to me.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Cords and Connections

     I don't know if you saw the brief news article about the Midwestern couple, both in their 90s, married for over seventy years, who died within one hour of each other?  They had apparently been in an accident, rushed to the hospital, and there they were taken to a room where they lie in separate beds.  Across the chasm between their hospital beds, their hands clasped each other.  The husband died first, but the wife continued to hold his hand.  What was astonishing was that even though the husband no longer showed any brain activity, his heart still registered a beat.  The hospital staff agreed that the wife's heart was beating for him.  Somehow, through their held hands, she was able to transmit her own heartbeat to her husband.  She died an hour after he did, still holding his hand.

     Isn't that what the Hawaiian aca cord is about?  At least I think so, in that it describes the invisible connections between us.  It helps us to be aware of another person, even when we are apart.  It's what we empaths are so keenly aware of (and often experience in the bombardment of others' feelings).  More importantly, it not only helps us receive information about another person with whom we have a connection, but also it reminds us that we are senders as well.

     And that's important!  We need to remember that our ups and downs are being experienced by others, too.  So, we need to be aware of what we're feeling, because we're not experiencing those feelings in isolation -- they're being transmitted as well. 

     There's the challenge:  we need to watch what we think and watch what we feel.  We need to stay honest and stay in the positive, not only for our sake, but also for those who share our connections. 

Saturday, October 22, 2011


     When I was studying Huna, the native spiritual practice of Hawaii, I learned about how we connect with each other.  It explained a lot to me about what I experience as an empath.

     According to Huna, when we touch or emotionally connect with another person, an invisible filament (I think of an unseen spider-web) connects the two people.  It is called an aka cord.  Over many contacts with that person, the cords become thicker and more numerous, but they exist even if we have just one contact with a person. 

     So, imagine that whatever the other person is experiencing can travel along that aka cord and affect us.  We may feel their physical pain (like headaches), or their irritations, or their joys, or whatever else.  And being empathic means that we are more aware of those messages being sent along the aka cords.  Even when we're alone, we empaths are never alone.

     So, imagine what the connection is like between ourselves and our Twin Soul, who is our very essence, our other self.  The aka cord must be very strong, because it connects us as the most primal level.  It was created the moment our souls decided to split and has existed over all these life times since.  And we can still receive messages, even if our physical lives don't cross.

     It does make life interesting.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Cheerleaders and Fireworks are Here!

     At long last, the paperback version of The Gemini Bond is here!  There's a link to Amazon on the right hand side of this page.  I'd love to hear what you think of it; feel free to post your reviews either on this page or on the Amazon or Barnes & Noble websites. 

     Now, let's sit back and enjoy the fireworks show, followed by a high-stepping dance routine by our resident cheerleaders.  Ooh, aahhh. 

Saturday, October 15, 2011

My Master's Thesis in Paperback, Part 2

     OK, I did go to see if is offering the paperback version of The Gemini Bond.  Not yet.  Grr.  I've contacted the printer to see what the hold up is.

     I will let you know, with fireworks and high-kicking cheerleaders, when it becomes available.  Thanks for your patience.

An Hour in the Life of an Empath

     Yesterday I went to see my new chiropractor.  She's got quite a set-up, with tables for stretching the spine (roller tables), a table for lying on moist heat, a table for being adjusted, a table for traction of the lower back, a table for receiving cold laser treatment, a table for a vibrating massager, and, off in another room, a massage table.

     After each use, the table is cleaned off with a disinfectant spray and wiped down.  That's reassuring for the germaphobes among us.

     Still, we empaths pick up on whatever and whoever used the table before us.  Sure, the germs have been wiped off, but the emotions haven't.  So, I go from table to table and notice what I feel.  A little anxiety here, a little depression there, some pain over there, some tension in the other place.  On top of that, the people that work on me have their own stuff that I get to experience.  It's like being bombarded with blankets of emotions and sensations.  I go home feeling worn out.

     Too bad there isn't a spray that will remove emotional imprints on things, don't you think?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

My Master's Thesis (now available in paperback!)

     Actually, you probably wouldn't be interested in my master's thesis, if I had written one.  They usually are dry, aren't they?

     But you may be interested in this:  all I research that I uncovered in my exploration on Twin Souls has been compiled in a fast-paced fictional format -- now in paperback!

     Yes, that's right.  The Gemini Bond is now available to you in paperback.  Like I said, it's a fun and quick read, but it also imparts all I've learned about Twin Souls up to the point of its writing.  (Its sequel will include new findings). 

     So, I urge you, your friends and neighbors to check out one of the links on this page to purchase your very own copy of The Gemini Bond.  If you've ever wondered about Twin Souls, empaths, and psychic phenomena, this book is for you.  Check it out.  You'll be glad you did.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Vanishing Twins, Part 2

     When I was very young, I remember having a vivid dream that stayed with me for many years.  In this dream, I was one of two identical black cats in a small, darkened space.  I remember feeling very warm and safe in this space, and comforted that there was another being there with me.  I felt deeply connected to this other being, this other black cat, and that made all the difference.

     Suddenly, this other being, this other black cat, disappeared.  I knew it was gone for good, and I was both deeply distressed and terribly frightened.  That feeling of comfort and connection was gone.  I felt so alone, and the anguish of this aloneness was wrenching.

    It was so wrenching, in fact, that I woke myself up with my own heavy sobbing.  The grief and feeling of isolation stayed with me for many years.

    I tried to be close to my siblings and childhood friends, but I never felt the deep connection that I knew was present between the other "black cat" and myself. 

    It wasn't until many years later that I understood that the black cats were embryos, and we were both in the womb, until one of us wasn't there anymore.  It explained why I have searched for close connections to people, only to be disappointed time and time again.

     Is this whole "twin soul" theory just a replacement for my vanished twin?  Perhaps.  But I feel that it is more likely that I had to experience that loss of my womb twin in order to understand the soul hunger felt by separated Twin Souls.  It may have also prepared me for the unique connection that Twin Souls share. 

    This is one of those mysteries, I think, that will only be answered on the other side of the veil.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Calling All Empaths!

     Have you noticed the feelings of anger and frustration in the air?  Those feelings have certainly glommed onto me lately.  I don't think I've ever been so road-ragey as I have recently. 

     When I first was learning what it was to be an empath, I often noticed that I could pick up the emotions and energy of the person driving in front of me.  It was like I passed into their emotional/energetic cloud and absorbed it.  It's a bit like following a diesel truck and inhaling that foul odor.

     I asked my guides (I know, channeling) about how to deal with it, and they explained it this way:

     We empaths are like mollusks sitting at the bottom of the ocean.  One option is for us to open our shells a little bit, allow whatever is floating by to drift into ourselves, and let the rest go.  Another option is that we could just sit with our shells completely closed.  Of course, we'd just starve that way.  It's like being a hermit.

     So, we empaths need to be open enough to allow whatever is for our best purpose to enter, and then allow all the other stuff float by.  We don't need to open our shells completely, nor do we need to close down altogether. 

     I think that in these angry and frustrated times, we need to be aware of what's going on around us, but we don't need to take it into ourselves.  I think that in doing so, not only are we harming ourselves, but we are also adding to the anger and frustration on our planet.

     Here's a thought:  how about if we keep the intent not only to be careful and discerning about what we take in, but also to transmit peace and compassion to all we meet?  Perhaps then we could help blunt the force of all the negative stuff that's going on right now.  Let's transmit peace.

     It all starts with me.  Tomorrow.  In rush hour traffic. 

     Wish me luck.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Vanished Twins, Part 1

     About the same time I was just starting to learn what Twin Souls were, I found out that I had a vanished twin. 

     Just so we're clear, Twin Souls and vanished twins are entirely different things.

     Twin Souls, as you've been reading here, are souls that were originally joined and then somewhere along the way decided to split.  Various traditions and writings allude to this, as I've discussed.

     Vanished twins, however, describes when twin embryos are in the uterus and one of the twins dies.  Often the mother doesn't even suspect that she's lost a child -- perhaps she just noticed some extra spotting or cramping.  Sometimes the dead twin becomes absorbed by the surviving embryo.  I'm sure you've seen some of the more extreme versions of this on various scientific documentaries on TV.  In one case I saw, a boy in a remote eastern European country walked around with a lump in his abdomen like he was eight months pregnant.  When they did surgery on him, they found a dead baby inside him -- his twin.  The boy recovered well, but I think the family had to come to terms with their cultural tradition which placed the blame for his illness on the parents.  It was kind of a happy/sad ending.

     Survivors of vanished twins often don't know that they had a twin which died, until someone who knows the emotional signs figures it out.  That is what happened in my case. 

     I'll write about those signs next time.