Many people have told me that I possess the gift of being an Empath (clair-sentience) and possibly clair-cognizant as well. I barely discovered what being an empath is and as well as learning how to control it. Anyways, i'd say i'm still pretty new at this gift maybe like about a year and a half going on two years that I been possessing it. I've pretty much stopped watching t.v. And the news completely because it has become almost unbearable to watch & usually I won't read into tragedy because it's all downhill from there. But this time it felt definitely strange and something I've never experienced as an empath until now. One day, me and my mother in law were watching old music videos on YouTube back from when headbangers ball would constantly play awesome music videos; and so my mother in law decided to play the video of "Jeremy" by pearl jam because she felt that she needed to show me this video since i'm going into the field of psychology;keep in mind that I had never seen the video because obviously I wasn't born yet and this video had first came out in 1991. I had only heard the song back when I was a little girl in the late 90's early 2000's (which I couldn't remember at the time). I had been informed by my mother in law that that song was in fact based on a real life boy named Jeremy about a tragedy that occurred in Dallas back in the 90's about a teenager who committed suicide in front of his classmates (I was born 5 years after his death); if you recall that I mentioned above that I DO NOT like looking into tragedies like that for the fact that I start becoming severely devastated and sometimes I even become depressed so I decided I wasn't going to look into this boy's tragic story, let alone watch a sad a** video about what led to his untimely death. I was even trying to avoid paying attention to the video at all costs due to the sensitivity of that M.V. And surely enough I got through the night forgetting about it all. Basically my slate was wiped clean that night I went to bed) It wasn't until the next morning when I was getting ready for work in the restroom thinking about what things I needed to do that day when all of a sudden I started humming the melody to the song "jeremy" which is weird because it came out of nowhere and I obviously wasn't thinking about music then and there. I shrug it off and continued humming to it when suddenly I got hit with this crazy idea that I had to research Jeremy and why he killed himself in front of 30 kids in his English class. So I said "screw it" and googled the boy's picture and let me tell you... When I looked at his picture I was immediately overcome with extreme sadness and just really heavy emotions coming from the picture of this boy. I began to sob for him hysterically as I looked into his eyes. I still didn't understand why I was overcome by such really strong heavy emotions coming from the same one and only picture of him that's been swimming through the internet since he died (which is his yearbook pic of '91) in the internet. It feels quite haunting at the same time. I became obsessed with researching about him that by the end of the day I had memorized his entire life and the more I researched his life then the more I ended up becoming very depressed and guilty. His death was affecting me very severely as if I had known him and lost him as a friend (which is impossible because I never met this boy in my life) I would cry and pray for him almost everyday as if I was grieving a friend or husband. These emotions and feelings were so intense, it was making me go crazy. It's been a 1 month and a half that I found out about him and I think about this boy every single day when I wake up and when I go to sleep. He just really left a toll on me. Honestly this experience has never happened to me before with anyone or their pictures, especially like this. Does it have to do with me being an empath? What is this that i'm feeling? Am I the only one who this has happened to? Forgive me if I went astray with my grammar and punctuation. I just needed to ask about this. I hope no one thinks i'm a freak or a basket-case.
P.s. I've never had a dream where a dead person comes out maybe only one time in my life when I saw my deceased uncle in my dreams but I was a little girl then. And this last time it was Jeremy who came out in my dream but I was awoken, so I didn't get a chance to speak to him.: (I'll admit that that made me really sad because I really wanted to communicate with him but he never came out in my dreams again.