I wish I could tell you it's easy.
That it's cool, feeling angels, hearing spirits, knowing the future...
That it's all good, picking up on everybody's energy, everybody's thoughts... and all the energetic input happening---at all times, all at once.
But the truth is... it's harder than I can describe.
There are no words.
Everybody wants something from you. Because they know... that you know. And everyone thinks they love you... And some people *do* love you... But those people are only human... they don't see what you see, know what you know, or vibrate at the frequency you do, so they act differently. And therefore, eventually... inevitably... they break your heart.
I've had people walk away from me because it's too much.
I've had people call me crazy (and in the end, they're the crazy ones...)
A few have understood.
A few really resonate.
Sarah gets it. Jeannine is one of us. Amy's there. Amanda is, too. Jenny is, all day and all night.
I used to dream of a time... a crystalline, perfect time, when I would finally be home. Home, with my own kind. Some days, I think I'm there. Some days, I feel worlds away. And sometimes, I don't know, I just don't know...
So I'll take refuge in my music and find solace in my art, like I always have. And I'll blow you a kiss, and send you blessings... from my heart to yours.