The cold in my heart seems to be defrosting even though the winter is rolling in. If my body is a temple is my hidden powers really the energy and strength that I am always holding within? My mind runs rampant of things to do and say to help fix issues that are not really mine to worry about. But if I love you
your issues are my issues
and if I call you a friend you’re family so I feel the same about you too.
I speak from the heart so that my mind does not water down anything I need to say, I know my words will probably cut tension with an axe and you might not want to hear it now but you will thank me later because it was something that needed to be said.
Now, I once was a hypocrite who gave really good advice but not always followed what I preach, however, now I abide by my own words and follow them like a heavy weighted rule, down to the Tee. For if you’re speaking from the heart, your words are never led to be fooled. You’re clear, crisp, and concise on what it is that needs to be said and few have this gift and so many hate it because “truth hurts”. The hardest part about being a healer is that you can not help everyone, even if you wanted to. The masses will hate you in the society we live in just because they see the good in you and they all fail to destroy you. Your light shines brighter than anything they have ever seen and those who don’t see auras can feel the energy you put off. It is almost impossible to hide your true nature no matter how hard you try.
You laugh it shines, you cry the energy around you shifts, you help others it brings attention to yourself because it makes you feel good to see those you care about feeling better.
This was just my short rant about the life of a healer. But it gets deeper than just that.