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Since an early age, I\u2019ve been an intuitive empath, or someone who senses the emotions, thoughts and energies of other people. Because of this, I often sense forthcoming events that others can\u2019t explain. <\/p>\n
I believe some people are more inclined to be empaths than others. While I don\u2019t think it can be learned, empathy can be nurtured and honed.<\/p>\n
I once read that those who were raised in chaotic households tend to be intuitive empaths, because they learn early to read the energy of a room and act accordingly. As an only child of European immigrants who were often frantically trying to make ends meet, I\u2019m one of those individuals. <\/p>\n
While nobody called them that, both my parents and grandparents had arranged marriages. Some such marriages grow into love; theirs turned towards resentment.<\/p>\n
Growing up, we all lived in my grandparents\u2019 suburban New York home. While I was never deprived of love, I witnessed its absence between the couples of my childhood. Sometimes I could sense feelings of resentment and anger; the adults in my home often spoke ill of one another.<\/p>\n
Many times, I remember descending the creaky wooden stairs from my bedroom to the kitchen to find doors slamming and voices raised\u2014although it wasn\u2019t always easy to hear what was being said.<\/p>\n
My parents often told me that I was a master listener, a skill which served me well. Intuitive empaths need to pay attention. <\/p>\n
I had many mystical experiences. One happened before my father\u2019s passing in 1991 at the age of 70, younger than I am now. Months before he died, I sensed that he\u2019d soon be moving on to another realm.<\/p>\n
At the time, I was living in Florida with my husband and three young children. My parents had moved to a new home, also in the New York suburbs. We visited a few times a year, but that year, I felt pulled to visit at the beginning of my children\u2019s winter break in mid-December. The day before our flight, my mother phoned to say that my father had just been admitted to the hospital, and that he wasn\u2019t doing well.<\/p>\n
He had congestive heart failure, was struggling to breathe, and was on oxygen. I told her I\u2019d already planned a surprise visit for the following day, but instead switched to an earlier flight. <\/p>\n
Upon arrival, we drove straight from the airport to the hospital. As we entered, my father was sitting up in bed in a coughing fit. His face was red, and he clutched a tissue in his hand. The episode exhausted him, and his head suddenly flopped on the pillow as he caught sight of us entering the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe came to visit you, Dad,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is so hard; look at those beautiful kids,\u201d he said, smiling with the little bit of energy he had left. He adored his only grandchildren, and would have done anything for them.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know if I can survive this,\u201d he added, struggling for air.<\/p>\n
Rolling his head back and forth on his pillow, he said, \u201cTake me one way or another. I cannot live like this.\u201d I sensed that my father wanted me to get him clergy, but I was in denial of what I intuitively knew was happening. I was losing my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a survivor, Dad. Please give yourself some time. You\u2019re in the right place for now,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, my father asked me to walk him to the bathroom with his IV pole in tow. Inside, he caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my gosh, I look like I did when I came out of the [Dachau concentration] camps. I\u2019m so emaciated. I can\u2019t live like this,\u201d he repeated.<\/p>\n
I gently hugged his frail body, and stepped outside the bathroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you be OK?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I\u2019ll call you when I\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, I helped him walk back to bed. Along the way, he stopped to cup my daughter\u2019s face in his hand. \u201cWhat a beauty,\u201d he said, kissing my then-six-year-old on the forehead. I tucked him in, rubbed his head and kissed his hand, and said, \u201cI love you, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked out into the hall so that he could rest. Within moments, I heard on the hospital intercom: \u201cCode in room 949.\u201d That was my father\u2019s room! His heart had stopped just moments after we left the room. I knew that sometimes people don\u2019t want to die with their loved ones in the room, so they wait until everyone steps out.<\/p>\n
I believe that we have a choice to be born and a choice to die. My father waited to see us before letting go.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d read about this and couldn\u2019t believe it was now happening in my own family. Soon, medical personnel surrounded his bed.<\/p>\n
A doctor emerged, looked me deep in the eyes, and said, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. We\u2019re just cleaning him up and you can go inside in a few minutes.\u201d I stood, frozen in the hallway, as tears poured down my cheeks. My husband pulled me to his chest.<\/p>\n
My father was far too young to die, but I was grateful to have followed my intuition to visit him when I did. Knowing that I was the last person to touch him and talk to him before he transitioned is a blessing I hold near to my heart.<\/p>\n
Being an intuitive empath can serve us well during our lives because it keeps us heart-centred, thoughtful, and kind, which makes it easier for us to form close personal connections. However, we must protect our sensitivity by imagining a shield of white or pink light around us to guard against negative energies that can be hard on the body, mind and spirit.<\/p>\n
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