Empathically speaking: two worlds

There is never a moment that I am not concious of the others around me not the flesh and blood people that populate the space but those that for the most part go unseen. Sometimes they are insistant upon making their presence known and when that happens I begin the delicate act of walking in two worlds. 

As an empath the things I see and feel are not always pleasant and can be hard to take. it is not for the tender hearted [which is a contradiction in a way since I am that] the things I see and feel can be difficult to accept and once finished clear from my memory. 

There are variations of this walking in worlds

How it works in recovery....

There is a phrase called remote viewing, being able to see someplace often thousands of miles away within the  minds eye and by honing in on it you can point out landmarks, street names, numbers, and even people there and what is happening at that time.

When you add to that, traveling through time [in a sense] you get the experience of walking in two worlds. This is acheived by allowing into you, the energy of someone who has passed from body and allowing them to show you how that occured. In those moments you are experiencing the last moments or hours of someones life and seeing it through their eyes. 

This happens to me when I am recovering bodies, I then sense, feel and relive their passing.

The most visceral experience  went something like this, [ I cannot reveal names or place as this case is still ongoing] 

I am sleeping and suddenly I open my eyes but instead of my room I am in the woods. my hands are tied behind my back and I am facing a tree. I feel very groggy and I don't understand why.

I am on the ground on my knees bent forward trying to crane my neck around to see what is going on. That is when I see the man and I am scared by his face and I say "I want to go home" and start crying. He ignores me. I ache my body hurts in places that makes no sense, [ I realize I am very young  a child]. He lifts something in his hands and I see it is an axe and it is coming towards me. 

As it strikes, I close my eyes and then open them again and I am back in my bed screaming,

My body is in the position of the childs. I am on my bed my hands are behind my back and I am on my knees screaming.

The fear and the pain last for less then 2 minutes but feels like forever. I am terrified and filled with grief at the same time

My heart is tearing apart over what this child had endured.

But I have to get it under control get up and write everything I experienced down, after calming my neighbours who are pounding at my door. 

Ten minutes later I am relating the information over the phone to one of the missing persons agencies, once finished I go outside to sit in the sun and try to let the warmth heal, sage stick burning nearby.