ISSUE 37 | FEBRUARY 21, 2025
Suicidal thoughts… that aren’t mine
A few years ago I was standing in my bedroom on the 3rd floor of my house, windows flung open, looking at the tops of trees—and I felt the overwhelming urge to commit suicide.
Except I was doing great. I had no desire whatsoever to kill myself.
But this “feeling” was full on. It was as if that cloud of the Death Wraiths from Harry Potter was floating down my street, passing over my house and through my energy body.
I breathed in, I breathed out. I clarified to my body and brain: “This is not mine.” And then I breathed some more, slow and intentional, to love all the humans in the suicide cloud, wanting to end it.
Then there are the empathic normies. Some of us very naturally tune in and let stuff flow through—without taking us down. That is the ideal—have the awareness, pour on loving consciousness, get on with your day. This too takes training and devotion.
Then there are sensitive folks who need to learn how to NOT overidentify with the heavy feelings passing through. They need to NOT carry what they’re picking up on. There is NO SENSE or SERVICE in letting the suffering of humanity ruin your capacity to function and re-stabilize in joy. This is the work.
If you can help process some collective suicide, grief, fear energy on a sunny morning and help lighten the load, great. If it lands you in bed for the day—please, my love, find a spiritual support system to help build your resilience. (Hello, Heart Centered Membership.) We have got to hold hands.
This does NOT mean that “feelings” are bad or that we should avoid feelings in order to be more “enlightened.” This means that EVERY feeling is asking for our attention. Give it. Hear your fear. Honour your happies. Bless it with your attention. And keep expanding and moving forward.
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Of course, there are times when my own life is stirring up the heavies and it is very clearly belonging to my own psyche. Like… my son is moving out soon and the grief is walloping. It comes in waves, mostly when I’m walking in the woods in the morning. I know the feelings are all mine, rooted in the layers of my living.
But then there are these “visitations” of dark clouds. This type of experience happens for me often, mostly on weekends when I have the time to give it some space—and to be of service. I will feel this “out of the blue” heavy energy. I may want to weep (and sometimes I do. Sometimes I very intentionally cry for the collective, for the people who are in so much shock they are not able to process what’s happening.)
Because the intense feeling clouds come as a surprise to me, I know they are not mine. They are arising to be witnessed, and then they pass through.
I let them.
All for Love,
I don’t always talk about death + emotions (as much as I love to!)
In this palate cleanser, I roll out my favorite films of empowered women
I’ve talked about what The Sphinx told me, and Why Waiting Makes you Fkn TIRED. We have range, darling. So much range. xo
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