My Aunt had long blonde hair down past her waist. I thought she was one of the prettiest lady’s I ever saw. One of my first memories was of her showing me how to pet the puppy. Her kindness and love for dogs made a huge impact on my love for all beings especially dogs 💞 My Aunt was brilliant she was like Google before there were computers. Ask her anything and she would know. She would play games for hours and laugh hysterically when we watched 3 Stooges marathons.
I am now an Auntie and it is the best present anyone could of given to me. I see the next generation coming in and they are like stars shining so brightly! I hope to pass down the love and the care that my Aunt gave to me. This one aspect of my Aunt’s love for dogs did shape my world but it takes a village…
I have asked people to walk in my shoes. Never have I seen people scatter so fast. It was as if looking at my life caused them uncomfortable pain. Embarrassed they knew me. Why? Not because all the laughter and friendship we shared… No. Because I am an untouchable, a walk by and whisper behind my back being. No longer part of the human race, a thing that society has to deal with… ?
You don’t have to walk a mile in some one else’s shoes before you stop and feel for that being. Take a moment to feel. Empathy has never been so important. Pass this on to our little ones. Show compassion to the next person in line, the lady down the road or that guy that is having a bad day. And don’t forget that spider would rather be outside.
Katerehanna 
Ana, so great to read your comment. You are right some things are not meant to see… for some 😉
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Katerehanna, everything about your site’s introduction, this post itself and even your comment responses are on such a high level of understanding! Beautifully written, too.
I’m advising you not to be too disturbed, at this time of the prophecies separation of worlds, if those destined to remain on lower Earth have trouble countenancing you now (your purity of motivation is like a badly tuned TV picture to them, hard to watch) ~ and I am listening to me tell you, because I do need to hear it too…
Having already hundreds of site-related emails to soft through daily, I don’t subscribe often, but I’m subscribing to you.
Please have a beautiful day.
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What is it like to be in your shoes?
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I have seen this reality mostly through other people’s eyes. When I was little, I was an observer I still am to this day a silent witness to the world around me. In this blog I have talked about trauma and where it has lead me, mainly to one point – I was supposed to die when I was 21 and I said no. So, each day is new for me, a chance to breed energy into existence through my experiences good or bad. I chose to be here because I have seen so many beautiful things. I understand energy to the point where I know just by existing, my energy can help this reality. I have been blessed in many ways. My best friends are animals. I am most settled in the woods. I don’t always do the right thing. But then again what is the right thing?
Just imagine if people around you started observing everything you did and when you were at your lowest point, they know it. Not feeling well is one thing but then trying to hide the fact that you don’t feel well just so you can go rest… really sucks. Yeah, when I am not well my energy broadcasts to a point where if you were a block away you can feel somethings up – like that eerie not right feeling/sicky homesick feeling, and that’s why everyone wants to help, they want to fix it. Try to walk by a cop when you feel like this. Ha! Good luck.
I can’t walk around with a big band aid on my solar plexus. That is why I moved and created my own home and stable environment. It is hard to live in a world of observers where everyone has got to fit into the mold or there is something wrong with them.
That is why I am on this blog. I want to talk to others and say – Hey it is okay to have feelings.
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Still new to replying. 🙂 That was my response to Anonymous – Katerehanna
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