My name is Phil. I'm 13 and I know that I'm an empath. But, I don't fully understand it. So here is my story.
Ever since I was 4, I was over sentimental. I was a child so I ignored it. But as time went on, I started to question if those emotions, were mine or not. I also knew of events that happen moments before it actually takes place. This first happened when I just turned 5. Then, my gifts kept growing from there. One day, my brother, who is now 15, and was 6 going on 7, was playing on his bike outside with his friend. They were down to road and we couldn't hear them. Then, suddenly, I felt a tingle all over my face and a my brother came to mind. I told my mom that I thought something happened, but she assured me it was my imagination. Then we heard banging on the door, and loud crying. My mom opened the door, and my brother's friend was standing there traumatized. My mom looked passed him and my brother's face was bloody and gross. He was wailing like crazy and he ran into the house with my mother and she took out all her first-aid kit tools. I couldn't believe it. What I felt just happened as my brother cut his face. I thought it was nothing and quickly forgot about it.
Over the next few years my emotions were influenced by people around me. Happy schoolmates, stressed teachers, negative students, angry parents etc. Then when I was 10, something happened again. A medical patient of my mother (my mom's a nurse) brought her daughter to our house. They were both pretty annoying and I was the only one who sensed something as soon as they walked through our house door. I picked up a feelings that translated into my head from the mother. Money leech,liar,mooch, and pig. Her daughter was the same way. I brushed it off thinking it was me being judgmental but after 2 months, those little feelings, were a real part of the two. I was right all along. We haven't heard from them in 3 years and they are probably mooching off of another family.
The same year on a morning in June, I woke up and despite having a great party the night before, I felt like I was empty and I couldn't feel anything. I then blacked out. Then later that day I learned that my aunt died of cancer. I cried and remembered what I felt. And I continue to wonder if that's how it feels to die.
Then I kept feeling what my friends were feeling. All this emotion bottled up in me is like a volcano trying not to go boom. The slightest nudge could make me crack and explode. And I almost did when I was 12. In the middle school, everything revolved around drama. You know, romance. My friend's crush seduced my other friend into asking her out. The 2 were happy except the secret admirer friend. He was in ruin. He shut himself out to everything. I had to sit next to him in every class and all his negative emotion was unbearable and seeped into me. I couldn't stand it. I almost exploded in the middle of class. I held it in long enough and ran from him as fast as I could after class.
After that my reflexes started improving faster than average. When something's about to fall, I sense a certain spot, put my hand there and the item plops into my hand. The most recent event was just now on 8/24/10. I was sitting on the couch watching youtube when a flash picture comes to my head, a black hammer head. I go to the basement to turn off the water and I see 4 light bulbs on the ground crushed as if they were smashed and less than a foot away was a black hammer. That was the last straw. I had to find people like me to relate with me and who feel what I feel and sense what I sense and know what I know. I have to better understand my gifts and use them to benefit those I care about.
~Sky or bluesky13
Have you ever had the experience when you are having a great day and then meet someone who is not? They go away happy and you are down in the dumps?
I view it as an empathetic transfer of good happy energy. Annoy but you can reconnect and gain the happy vibe again.
Peace, light and love