Please forgive me because I may be totally off...
BUT, I remember going on a spiritual retreat with a friend at that time. We were just getting to know each other. I considered her to be 'gifted'. I never looked at myself that way, btw. Ever. I'll explain more about what I mean a little later. But when she and I got there and looked out onto the field where a number of other people were - from all over the world - she said, "Oh no, now I have to deal with all of these people's crap and negative energy." And I thought - "Wow, you are one condescending woman, and you can't even see it. How about working on that ego." Personally, it was a very eye opening experience for me. She and I are not friends anymore. You're not an Empath if you talk and behave that way. It's not possible. Those are two different types of energy and they do not go together. You clearly haven't done the required work on yourself to even label yourself as an Empath. In fact, you shouldn't have to label yourself at all. You would just feel it and understand it and know that when you look out onto that field of people, you're looking at yourself, too. You're no more special than the next person and that's a very powerful thing to take note of.
She considered herself an Empath, as was described here on this thread. But I didn't see the Empathy. Being an Empath and feeling empathy for others are interconnected. Not everyone feels compassion for their fellow human being. No way. Not everyone chooses to practice this kind of compassion and understanding. Not everyone is willing to put themselves in another person's shoes. Not everyone is willing to face their shadow self and all the ways they lie to themselves and try to convince themselves they're better than the next person or that somehow they have their shit together more than the 'other' person.
And then there are Empaths, who feel other people's pains and worries. But don't think for one second that Empaths are exempt from oozing out their own sh*t and projections onto others. I never considered being an Empath, a gift, not because it isn't one - I don't claim to know. But when you feel that something - whether it be someone else's worry, fear, a pain or even a joy - there is no judgement involved. Judgment is not of the light but of darkness. Yes, it can make us sick to feel this pain. Yes, it can make us feel sad. Yes, it can make us feel downright awful just when we were feeling so happy and content. But does that mean, I don't have my shit together because I 'feel' these things? Because I'm somehow not shielding myself 'adequately' or 'properly'?
It begs the question - what IS the purpose of feeling these things if all we want to do is drown these feelings out? How is that being Empathic? I'm not saying we shouldn't make attempts to protect ourselves. What I am saying is that in that moment of 'heaviness', there is a lot I can *learn*. It may not be pretty. In fact, chances are it won't be. But, my heart can open and well up and well up to the point that I can feel more than I thought I could initially handle. I find that a merciful process. It humbles me. It brings me to my knees. I see what I am. I see that I am human. I see that I am not perfect. I see that being human can be a beautiful and an ugly thing and it's all a part of this life so I embrace it. I embrace it all. Because it's love I want to be putting out there, despite the pain.
I remember walking behind this girl and I was in a hurry to get somewhere and she was walking so slowly. I was getting angry. I thought - "Come on, what's the deal? We're not taking a stroll in the park", - and then I took one look at her legs. I don't know why. Her legs were 'normal' so I don't understand what *it* was I was reacting to. I suddenly felt this overwhelming sadness and I could have cried right then and there. But in that instance, my mind slowed down and I felt compassion for her. Even now as I think of her, I'm welling up. It's stupid, right? But no. It isn't. I rather feel *this* right here right now for her because it makes me feel that somehow she *needs* that kind of compassion even if it *seems* like this compassion is going nowhere or appears pointless and meaningless. I'd want someone to feel that way for me, too. Truth is, I must have seen a part of me in her or maybe it was Jesus or Mary...
I'm not saying everyone 'deserves' my compassion. And I can't even say this reservoir of compassion comes from me directly. I think it comes from a place so much bigger than me. Sometimes, in the moment, you don't have a choice in the matter. You feel what you feel and you make the best of it.
I'm sorry for the rant. I just had to share.