Extra Sensitive to Full Moon Eclipse Energy

Super sensitive. That's what I am. I'm still trying to assimilate the weirdness (thus far) from yesterday's eclipse, August 5, 2009. I had some strange physical effects, and it felt like the veil between the worlds was thinner than ever yesterday. In fact, I know it was, based on what happened late in the evening.

Physically, my senses were on overload yesterday. Not just me, either. Both daughters, especially Shannon, were experiencing identical symptoms that made them extraordinarily sensitive. So were a few of the people at work, including ones who don't usually "feel stuff." I'm not exactly sure when it began but the first I noticed it was when I dropped by the Quickie Lube at lunch for an oil change and met up with daughter Shannon and "adopted" son Brian there to get her oil changed as well (Mom paid for both). It wasn't so much that the energies were more "anxious" but I was definitely more sensitive to EVERYTHING. We had lunch next door to the oil change, then went back over for the guys to finish up and for me to pay. Two women in the reception area--who didn't know each other but had to have dueling input (and factually WRONG ) on everything the TV news displayed just sent my blood pressure through the roof! I work with agitating people all the time but for some reason, I thought I would crawl out of my skin with these two strangers in the 10 minutes we were there. This was unusual for me because most of the time, I'm quite serene. Later I learned that Shannon and Brian had the same reaction to them. I could have jumped out the window if I'd stayed much longer.

After lunch, the lights in the office began to bother me. Two other people in the office mentioned the same later, and I don't consider either of them to be empaths, psychics, or highly sensitive persons. It got so bad that I had to turn off my office lights and work at my computer in the dark. That's when the tornado sirens went off and we were rushed to a lower floor hallway. There, amid all those people, I--who never gets claustrophobic--thought again that I'd claw my way out a window if I could find one. I finally edged into the stairwell where my Grandboss was hiding with her Deputy and hung out with them until we could go back to work. I was slightly less sensitive there.

Back in the office, I could hear every sound on my floor. Especially the high-level meeting going on in the conference room that shares a wall with my office. I was super sensitive to the sound, to the lights, to the energy of other people. Ugh. I started feeling queasy and developed a headache. I could feel the energy in my sinus cavity (always can feel the energy shifts there), which Shannon mentioned later, too. In fact, we had identical headaches that shifted at the same time.

I felt a little better at home but still overly sensitive to stimuli. Very queasy most of the evening. I put my intentions in writing and spent some time outside at the moments before the eclipse as part of my own full moon ritual. My headache worsened and meds wouldn't touch it. Everything was so raw and my skin felt like I'd been rubbing it until it was raw.

My headache and awareness of the sensitive feelings finally got so bad that I went to the family room and sat in the dark with my eyes closed for a few minutes. It had the effect of feeling drunk-sick (not something I've had a lot of experience with) and where I couldn't really move much. Not a migraine or sinus headache. More like what several intuitives I know have referred to as a "psychic headache." All I could do was sit with my eyes closed. I wasn't even planning to meditate...actually I didn't meditate--what happened next just started coming to me.

As an empath, there are times when I feel certain people thinking of me or sensitive to their connecting to me. I've been able to verify it physically in many cases. I am usually very aware of this at the full moon when I'm most sensitive, particularly if there's an eclipse, but I did not even think of it last night. I have people in my spiritual circle whom I can sense in their full moon rituals and even people from my distant past who, apparently, still think of me when the moon is round. Occasionally, people who still connect with me energetically across the miles show up like shadows in front of me to share their thoughts, feelings, desires. It is, literally, like they are almost transparent, maybe 10-20% solid in front of me. Moreso when I close my eyes but as present as a reflection on the windshield of my car when I'm looking out into the world. They are not ghosts, but just as I see flickers in fluorescent lights when I'm physiologically not supposed to, I see those who come to me across the sea of energy that is, scientifically, field theory.

At times last night, I was sensitive to various people in ritual or preparing for their rituals or thinking about the-moon-and-Lorna. But one came across so strongly it knocked me back in my chair.

My eyes were closed as I sat in an oversized chair in the family room. Aislinn was at the kitchen table and talking to me part of the time as she tried to find something I'd asked her to look for because I was too sensitive to do it myself. I was definitely not asleep. With that pounding headache, sleep was not possible anyway. And I opened my eyes every few minutes. But I felt my mind suddenly, sharply drawn to someone. He was connecting to me, showing me something he'd accomplished that he was extremely proud of. I couldn't tell what it was--something related to work or ideas, I think--but a moment of growth that he was very proud of. And I felt very proud of him, too. He showed me some kind of animal that had amused him, something out in Nature, like a turtle or gopher or a big but hated spider. He showed me something that looked like a fire drill or a rescue where there was excitement and heroics all around and feet running. He was attentive to my hands, either kissing them or drinking water from them, but giving me specific messages. I took advantage of this connection and returned messages of my own. The broadcast between us was loud and clear and I was very certain of his energy and identity. There were physical elements of him that became clear in front of me, including the feel of his short hair under my sensitive fingers and the direction of its growth--just as one example. Little things I'd forgotten. Touch and taste were all there, very physical in what was a through-the-veil connection of energy. It was close enough to be considered an astral projection experience on his part. Breath-taking and clear. And no, this was not dreaming--I carried on conversations with both my daughters while watching this visitation unfold. There was a sense of him being outside, in Nature, under the full moon with Jupiter bright at its side. That seemed to flow through to the darkened family room where I sat enthralled for at least 10 to 15 minutes.

As it started to subside, Shannon asked me to join her on a walk around the lake with the dog. We do this almost every day, but last night we both were overly sensitive. The moon was so bright that we could not look at the moon. I gaze at every full moon but this was the first time that it was painful to look at because of being so sensitive to the brightness. The dog was on high alert in the surreal combo of fog coming off the lake and blinding moonshine from the sky. Our bare feet felt more sensitive to the rocks. The neighbors' dogs that bark at us whenever we pass were so unusually loud that it hurt out ears to be near them. We could hear distant sounds of the highways, bats fluttering above, birds roosting in trees, frogs, crickets, all of Nature alive around us. Everything our senses detected seemed super sharp, sensitive.

I could feel Brian, stuck in a car heading home miles away, almost walking the street with us. Just a light floaty feeling under the night sky, as if he was asleep or staring out a window at the moon but mentally and energetically back with us.

The day after has been less queasy and the headache has been less. I'm not as sensitive today. I can tell that already. But my senses are definitely be directed to all things beautiful and shiny.

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