It’s been a rough week for an empath, hasn’t it?
I’ve been observing my emotions swing all over the place with the disappointing and distressing outcome of the Stanford rape trial and then waking up to hear of the devastating Orlando shootings just 40 minutes away from me here in Florida.
All week, I have felt helpless as tears have stained my face reading the letter Emily Doe wrote to her attacker in court then watching him get a too lenient sentence and really show no remorse for what he did I felt the collective rage of the oppressed feminine in the world, in all of us. Hundreds of years of being violated and abused rising up in my body like a great bloodthirst that can never be quenched. I felt gutted when I saw the pictures of all those who lost their lives in the Orlando shooting. I made the mistake of turning on the news and saw even more pain and devastation. I felt incapacitated. This grief felt like a rabid animal sitting down on my chest, baring its teeth and threatening to rip my throat out.
I have felt the primitive part of me rise in anger, wanting to punish those who have perpetrated these crimes and I have felt the compassionate part of me see all of the pain and separation from self that must be present inside of these individuals to incite them to such violence and harm of their fellow human beings (though believe me, that does not justify their horrific actions in the least).
And as I observed my emotions swing from extreme grief, to sadness, to anger, to helplessness, I decided to sit with all of it, feel it all and then do my best to sit as empty presence. I call this “sitting practice” and I give this assignment to most of my clients to help them build a stronger connection to their soul and what is really true for them.
I believe that in empty presence we connect to our soul and the divine intelligence of the Universe. So I sat in emptiness, with these questions:
What can we truly do now to stop this madness. How can I help create a change that will put an end to this pain and violence? What is the root of all of this violence?
From the emptiness, a word arose in my internal vision.
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