I was young and beaming with love, hope, and anticipation. I was going to change the world; I was going to make a difference. I tried so hard, I gave it my all, but as I looked around at the sad state of the world it became too painful, too much to handle, how could I make a difference? I was just one person. Being extremely empathetic, I took on the pain I felt around me, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, made it my own and eventually it beat me down, and got the best of me. I felt helpless and hopeless, I lost all zeal, my bright eyes became dull and like many others I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Here I am many years later, I am awake once again; it seems I woke up right where I had left off when I was sixteen. I have been given another chance to look at the world in a new way, this time I have made a vow to remain courageous, never give up hope and to keep on trying no matter what. Driving downtown, I looked around at all of the broken ones; my heart ached with that old familiar pain. The heaviness overcame me, and I wept and found myself feeling hopeless and helpless once again. These people have been turned away not only by their own families, but by society as well. These are the ones we label as crazy, we sedate them to force them to comply, and if they don’t comply then we place them in mental institutions or throw them out onto the streets. They are the ones that no one sees. The invisible ones, the ones we ignore and walk right past, as if they don’t even exist. This topic literally hits home for me. Why; because my Mom is one of the invisible ones. She lives alone in a dingy hotel downtown, thrown away, unheard and without a voice. She is a product of generations upon generations of secrets and lies and shame that now has become hers to bear. All the spirits that live amongst her were once children who’s spirits were stolen by the egos of grown men and women that did not know any better because the dirty truth would have been too much to bear. After seeing where my Mom lives and re-entering her life awake again, I cried the whole way home, I took it all on once more. How was I going to do it different this time? How was I going to be able to be strong enough to live up to my promise? How could I keep this from hurting so badly that I feel helpless again? Instead of going home, I just kept driving towards the mountains, I prayed for an answer. I ended up in Julian and met with an amazing psychic that has been there for many years. In all the times I had been there in the past, she was never around, but today she was sitting right on her porch, and was free to see me! My prayer was answered, she gave me the recipe. She said the worst thing I could do is to feel bad for these people and take on their pain. When you are feeling the same pain as another, you are adding to the destructive energy that already binds them compounding the energy and making it harder on them. By sending love when they are in fear, or sending them peace when they are anxious you can help them energetically which can make a huge difference. You are giving them positive energy that balances out any negative emotions. That was it, just what I needed to hear. I held my head up high, and headed back home with a renewed sense of hope and love in my heart once again! I hope this helps you too! Keep sending the love my friends. Views:]]>