A Whirlwind of a Time

Warning: May or may not be based on true events.

We went upstairs. My best friend has been having trouble with a couple of boys. She doesn’t know which one she is in love with. We’ve been working with each other’s energy for a while now. I know something is wrong, but until I see, I can’t tell.My upstairs is slightly in the state of disarray, but she never notices anyway. We sit on the couch and I turn something on the tv absent-mindedly. “So, what’s bugging you?”

“I don’t know which one I love, and I don’t know which one I want to leave.”

“Well just clear your mind, and let’s try to figure out what’s going on in the inside.” I tell her. I’ve never tried to go in this far before. I was going to read her inner self and try to figure out how to fix this. I had only read people’s kind of history and why they acted the way they are before. I would love or hate someone just by meeting them, but I’ve never fully looked inside at their self, their soul. I grabbed her hand and we could both feel the tingle. The slight increase in energy around our hands. It felt like the air became warmer around certain spots, and we could move it. It’s so interesting.

I thought of tiny tendrils of my energy go from my hand into, and around, hers. Our energies were syncing, I could tell she was trying to clear her mind. Let all the emotions go and just think of herself. Who she was. I’m not one for visualizing, something began to come into focus. Something else I should mention is the fact that I align with Earth and she goes with Air primarily, fire being my second and water hers. Somehow in my mind, I am upside down. A deep brown rock is under my feet and I’m somehow standing upside down. How I know this is my friend is below me, standing upright as well. At this point I also notice that we were in the eye of a tornado. There was no wind, but you could see the currents swirling around us.

She reached up with what was supposed to be her hand. Instead as it came towards me, the skin began to break in between the middle and ring finger. Blood seeped and oozed out of the wound and she continued to try to reach for me. The hand snapped and twitched apart as it rose to me. Splitting right down the middle through her forearm. Before I could grab on, she pushed me out with a gust of wind. We never did it again.

“You didn’t even let me try to help. I think I could have mended you.”

“I know, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It was so weird.”

“You’re telling me. You didn’t have a bloody, split in half hand coming at you.”

“Maybe not, but it was my hand after all.”

“True. Did this help at all?”

“I think I know who I’m going to choose.”

“Good. Hopefully now you can heal.”

“Yeah, same. Thank you.”

“Anytime. Oh, I might have somehow, kind of, bound our souls together when I was in there. so yeah, if you feel something weird, I’m probably in pain somewhere.”

“Yeah, or me too.”

“Oh god, I better not get your cravings.”

“Hey, at least you won’t have the pains.”

“True. If you ever need me, I’m always here. Remember that.”

“I know.” We continued to hold hands and watched whatever show was on. I actually did get her food cravings in that time of the month…


9 thoughts on “A Whirlwind of a Time

      1. I always thought it was along that path because I’m pretty sure my grandfather was, but I was never really sure because I can read people more in depth than just the blatant outside. If you have any ideas, please, let me know…

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      2. Empathy is almost a def, possibly all of it just on a super deep level. Although I get the feeling it is more than that. The only thing I’m positive on is the Empath part. I posed it as a question though so as not to offend.

        People don’t always feel comfortable sharing these things with others. Although, I suppose you did post this, though it seemed like there may have been some hesitation.

        What inspired you to post this?


      3. I wanted to post something and I was talking to my friend that it happened with, so I was like, here’s something new lol. Yeah. I’m pretty open when it comes to spirit stuff, even if it confuses some.

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      4. Well kudos to you for the post! I read it and was thinking that sounds all too familiar! Xp So thought I would throw the question out there. My Grams used to be an Empath, and I’m positive she passed it on to me.

        She told me once…she also died when I was two so when she told me, my parents were thrown for a loop when I asked them what that was, and explained that she was telling me about it. It really hit hard around puberty though, then things evolved from there.

        I’m done rambling though.

        Thanks for sharing! ^_^

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