Bow to my name
Chant my name
Remember my name
Why do you think a being that could create this world is just waiting for you to chant their name?
Someone such as wisdomatic as that – a world engineer, why on earth would such person care about your remembering and chanting?
If you believe a great being created you than you should also believe such a great being would not need you to spend your days forward sitting around chanting a name.
Yes, we can say if someone created you, they would hope you do something great. So being great is essential. Eliminating the vices in this world is essential.
That is the task.
Reading a book and bowing down to people in robes is not required.
So these days, many of us are sitting around at home. And then there are the memes that say this is an introvert’s dream. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Introverts like to go out and smell the fresh air and wander – just without a chatty tongue in their ear.
Empaths like to go out and experience the same – but they actually inhale feelings of everyone around them. You can imagine how that could be quite a turn off to going outside.
I can literally feel your emotion and carry it on for hours. If I am in your presence and you are negative or positive, I can feel that within my being. And it doesn’t end at that. Being around you sticks inside my body – even into the dreams. If you are the wrong one, I am in trouble.
So introverts and empaths have a lot of the same feelings when it comes to being out and about. But for an empath it means eating it and taking it home and cooking it one’s brain for hours. It’s literally like you swallow what the other person is feeling and then chew on it.
Key – introverts and empaths alike – when you surround yourself with good energy you don’t feel drained, you feel uplifted. And then outside doesn’t seem like such a daunting thing.
It is so very interesting that an artist like Drake can slap butts in a phone call center and we are ok with it.
But if a beautiful girl decides to show more of her body she is called a slut.
And the Queen of Britain drinks a cocktail at lunch. But she is not a lush.
Who is calling the shots?