Dear Empaths,

Dear Empaths,

This book is my love letter to you. My celebration of your life. My expression of gratitude to you for being the heart of the world-soul. For the love of earth and sky, you have come. For the love of the deep ache, manifesting from the heart of the Source, you have come: a spinning prayer, a living song, an unravelling story.

This book is a lifeline to isolated empaths, who cannot bear to look outside anymore. Who have grown afraid of touch. Who have shut down from the burden of violence. This is a book of graces given to me, to give to you. 

This is why I am an empath, instead of heathen dancer or a priest holding rites or a guardian at the zero point where all matter enters and leaves form and framework. 

Dear Empaths, I feel you. I know what you are going through, because I know myself, because I know the people who have so kindly and unkindly guided me on my pilgrimage of discovery as an empath. The people who drowned me and lit me on fire. The people who carved their initials into my heart, my mind, my spirit. The people who did not know their own deep aches, their own rage, their own terror or imprisonment.

I too, have felt the awe of babies and the joy of children. I know the tremble, the electrifying passions, the too many amps at a gentle touch. I have felt the earthquake screams that shake the world inside of me. I have listened with my body to the wisdom of trees, the holiness of reincarnating sticks into instruments of power. I have felt the gratitude of old bones, discarded as if the sacrifice of mortality  means nothing. 

And I feel you. I feel the the overwhelm: the tightness in the chest, the aching in the joints, the yearning in the hearts of Empaths. I know of the isolation of being surrounded by a busy world and feeling completely alone. I know the over-filling of love-making and mis-partnership that is built without boundaries, without comprehension. I too feel the deep longing, the unbearable sound of the calling not yet actualized, the long slow lull of trauma-sleep, the electrified awakening of every nerve when a stranger knocks on the door.

I know the mystical experiences of empaths: the visions and the dreams. The creatures of old guard dominions and the angels that protect us. The gods and goddesses within us. The way that we can shape-shift. The Divine flame. The service of transmission and the boundaries of absorption. The strength it takes to hold the boundaries and the might it takes to enforce what we hold. Greater still, I know the courage it takes to let people who cannot see us, respect us, appreciate our lightning rod love, leave.

I walk with you also in the struggle of Empathic awareness. The stage of “I-can’t-keep-it-out. The collapse of weary exhaustion. The elation of feeling the dream of the divine inner flame. The self-work that heals us. How we transmit this healing to others. How to let go when it is finished.

Dear empaths, you are not alone. We empaths are never alone. We are multitudes. We are numberless. No one feeling, one form, one practice can hold us for long. We can slip through a keyhole or open the skyline with a stick and a prayer. We are vessels and conduits for lightning-rod love and we are hidden away between the pages of life like a bookmark that yearns to know more.

Dear empaths, you know plenty. You have the gift of having read from many books of life, and now you may be full of spirit stories that are too rowdy to contain, because they, like all wild things, do not like to be caged.

You deserve resources instead of criticsm. You deserve to be seen. For your sacrifice to be honored. To be relieved of being a sacrifice. This was never what was required, but it grew your devotion. 

It is my hope, that this love letter helps you let them out of your body, so you can feel the most elusive and rare animal of them all, read the holiest book ever written: the Book of Life named for you.

It is my hope that the explanations and the techniques found within these pages move you into the power of your holy gift. You are not meant to carry it as a burden. You can find your joy. You can live authentically. You can discover yourself underneath all those other people. You can see that you are not responsible for holding them; not like this. And you can learn to let them out of you.

Dear Empaths, I am here with you. You are not alone. Together, we raise the voices of soul and sky. We let all of nature sing us open. We laugh at the plane-of-power and it’s many tiny dominions, because we know that it is a dream from which we are all awakening, and the unfathomable beauty of the entirety of the human experience is expressing itself to us, because it is we who can perceive it. It is we who bear witness. Not only to pain, not only to sorrow, not only to grief, but to awe, joy, beauty, majesty, mightiness, resilience, and victory of of aliveness over numbness. Victory of the inconvenient truths in our bone marrow and the rubber soles of our shoes. The starshine and minerals in the dirt. The wolf wail, the raven witch cry.

The world opens itself to Empaths in a way that most people cannot know or experience. It opens to us with boundless depth, knowledge, power. Modern Empaths need now remember the ancient ways to walk, even in a time when all that is natural is being outlawed or tamed. The Empath will not be tamed. The Empath is the place where nature and aliveness congeal into manifested truth. It is up to uis to live this expression out. It is, perhaps, the Empaths real duty. The being all of it: a whole solar system in a speck of fossilized stardust clinging to an eyelash while we blink away the salt-water ocean contained in a single tear felt for the deep ache tearing across the sky.

Dear Empaths, your mightiness and majesty may have gone unrecognized until now, but only because you finally have noticed the truth of what you are.