Ineffable Ontological Detanglement > Mental Conditions

Yes, this is within the exact same framework as all other mental conditions. "Oh but empath is a happy word not a crazy word." Generally, no, this particular disorder does not hurt you, within the milder levels of empath it will only ever help you, within the higher levels it can become emotionally overwhelming. Within any level of empath, you really have the option to hurt others, it gives you the ability to be incredibly manipulative. In the higher levels of empath, yes, it really does become the fantastical magical fantasy mental condition that people often claim it is, your awareness of people's feelings begins to hit levels quite mysterious, you're clearly peeking at something beyond the normal levels of semi-conscious subconscious processing, you're peeking at our interconnection.

You don't have the empath so you can take the initiative and go person to person being overwhelmed with their feelings. You have the empath to understand the feelings, the empath allows you to take apart people's expression, the feelings within them, and land on an understanding of the manner of presentation, the feelings connected to the thoughts that are presented within their expression. If you are a smart person who understands how to use it, it helps you to understand the psychology of the person speaking, understand the underlying thoughts and feelings behind their expression.

I have magic empath stories, you can really feel them on a psychedelic. I'm not even really a particularly high empath, however on a psychedelic I can become magic empath.

Cas has very very mild tourette syndrome, in incredibly rare moments he can't control a random nonsense statement or funny sounding random construction of letters flying out of his face. I think we were on... 2C-I or psilocybin or both. Before I know what's happening I feel and hallucinate a "WOOOOSH" energy, super hard energy flying through him as he says with a bright charming smile "...The box just left!" Yes I'm outing you Cas, people are going to find out eventually anyway. It's adorable.

The other time I felt this woosh I was at a party, an old high school half friend half acquaintance of mine noticed he spotted me in Osborne Village, very highly ridiculously displaced from where we went to high school together and he thought obviously I need to invite him to our house warming party. I was on ketamine and MDMA and I was conversating with a pretty lady, the discussion... Not even the previous discussion I'm pretty sure it was the topic before then, had India in it. Then I was saying "I'm a government funded drug dealer, I'm selling drugs bought with my unemployment cheques." The lady beside us begins talking, the second I hear "Y-" out of my mouth comes a "Bleeaugh...?" as my hands make a confused body language motion and my face dazes a little, WOOOOSH, "...You can't put those... Two thoughts together... The India and the drug dealer... It don't make no sense I don't know... It don't..." I looked at her for four seconds, then just turned back to the pretty lady and kept casually conversating as if we didn't witness anything and thought to myself "YES, I got to do it... I got to pull that move... Oh my God I've been wanting that one my whole life..." I didn't even insert an "Anyway..." Nope, too predictable. I just carried on where we left off. The other lady did a pretty damn good job keeping it together considering she just witnessed two out of this world magical things in rapid succession.

It does not automatically declare you the magical people reader. A lot of ego invested types will realize "Oh, my brain seems to be really good at picking up on people's feelings. I can use this to confirm myself." Combine this with automatic self-referential cognition and you've got yourself a very annoying person. Combine this with paranoid and you're really going to become something. However to those of us who can handle the brain, the combination of empath and paranoid creates perfect people reading ability... So long as you know how to filter out your psychosis.

The ability to attune to feelings can most certainly be used against people, used to bring people where the empath wishes to bring people. The idea of empathy can be used to hook you, you see the empath as the warm loving shoulder you can cry upon, the connection is made, and now you are under the control of the empath. They can draw in everyone else in your lives and turn them all against you. Less sexy, they can sob story you to death in order to get you to validate them, they can guilt you into never daring to hurt them. They may wish to draw you towards negative feelings so they can eat your negative feelings. Empaths are working on a plan, they have a start that connects your feelings to what they wish for you to say so they can passive aggressively destroy it and lock you into their game. And now you've already revealed too much of yourself or not yourself, you have no choice. The initial approach is false image. They're looking for a competing false image that can keep up with their initial false image that dips below your false image by revealing a secondary false image. Once it has been set, they begin to passive aggressively imply they may reveal this. Ideally, they're looking for very public hypocrisy. Shamefully, they're looking for hypocrisy relating to the thing about you that drew you in. Know that the second they fulfill what you fear, they've ruined their game. Know, that, currently, and with most of us forever, we do a much better "Well then I may just have to close it." Maybe, once you clue into what they're doing, talk about how good you are at hiding bodies. Know that if you talk to the police, you tell them about empath games and you're fine. Watch Aria Wellington do it way better than you, you fucking uniform ego invested weirdos. I don't know, Kit Carruthers pretty much says close it, you get in trouble contact somebody, that's fucking off world feminine dysfunction. Don't femdom that way, ladies. Don't make us show you our mandom. I already googled "How do I play the games now that I realize I'm an empath" for you, doesn't appear there is anything, you pretty much just know.

A mid empath, no there is no need for a barrier they're perfectly normal levels of fucked up people. A high magical empath, yes, go in with automatic barrier, know that it's possible what you are looking at is sub-human. Even if you are clearly an impressive person, if this woman is still locked into her childhood empathic ego games she still automatically goes into all new relationships hoping to manipulate into destruction with false presentation. You don't need to take this personally, you just need to know what to look for. It's a hard "Can I trust you?" to break, because she may well remain behind a shield of empath magic. You pretty much need the mid levels of empath to nail it and trust it, but, look for the genuine loving evil in her eyes, if there's any form of softness or lovie dovieness whatsoever this is a game. You may begin to one day see the softness and lovie dovieness, now you're in a lot of trouble, remember, empaths are working on a plan, they have a start that connects your feelings to what they wish for you to say so they can passive aggressively destroy it and lock you into their game. If you're a genuinely impressive person and yet she still automatically wants to destroy you, she never broke the childhood trap, she never learned she's supposed to find a person somewhere between her false image and her resentful scowl at her paranoid solipsistic world of pure other people's false image. You don't have to take it personally. If you're a not particularly impressive person and a high magical empath seems to be engaging with you in coming onto her you're probably safe she's fine just keep your head level make your analysis she's probably perfectly sane. It has the word empathy in it.

This is why you think inanimate objects have feelings. You have a little bit of empath. They don't, though. Except stuffed animals those have feelings.

With empath you are less likely to be into threesomes, you prefer to focus your attention on one person at a time. You're less likely to be into being surrounded by cute animals, you like to focus your attention on one animal at a time. You prefer dealing with people one at a time, and this is why somebody in a position of power would not want high levels of empath, it would become incredibly overwhelming, you simply wouldn't be able to do it. A little bit of empath, however, would do you just fine. With low levels of empath it isn't really a big deal you can focus on a lot of people at a time in most situations, but in the bedroom and engaging with cute animals you generally prefer one at a time. A leader would want it paired with sociopath, and you can't have high levels of empath with sociopath. However you can have high levels of empath with fully customizable compartmentalization.

Yes you can, you can communicate with animals. At my aunt and uncle's house their dog kept begging me for my food, eventually I gave him the perfect loving tone as I tried to project my feelings towards him "You know this isn't working you can't appeal to my feelings." and he just immediately trotted off and never bothered with me again. I SPEAK TOOOO... The animals. That's how you do it John C. Lilly.

The most successful empaths are the mid level intelligence empaths. People smart enough to correctly interpret the feelings they are getting, however not smart enough to understand the stupidity of the feelings they are getting. They can hear "I'M GONNA STRAP MYSELF BOMB WALK IN 'DAT HOSPITAL BLOW IT UP IF YOU DON'T GIVE MY MOMMA PRIOIRTY OVER 'DEM THREE DYIN' BABIES" and respond with "Do you want your mother to see you dead?" while bypassing certain obvious declarations that would possibly be effective, but, this empath's solution is far more likely to be effective. This empath likely detected the stupidity, but, not enough, as the empath was capable of producing this statement. This kind of thing can be done with brilliant and manipulative empaths, however chances are it would take a certain autistic genius to hit the right angle of appeal and you will not ever be seeing significant autism and empath together in the same person. But, now I've somehow achieved giving you a starting base. It took an observation of a stupid interaction and a bit of evil imagination.

The most holy of empaths are on a mission to spread the word of superficial beauty. Particularly threatening underworld types. At an early age, can you play superficiality games correctly? You may make it. By the time you hit twenty five, are you still playing superficiality games or have you become your ideal image? Do you want to become a brainwashed demented weasel who spreads the word that anybody who approaches this particular club with this particular type of haircut goes home and kills himself with jizz in his pants?

*puts gun on table* Empath says keep myself in my own little world, okay? *feel my face get all floaty, point gun* Empath says keep myself in my own little world, okay? Then you say I may still need to beat you over the past, then she says ASSOLE, I solved it. Then you beat the shit out of her. Then you say... If the situation has been figrued out by both parties, properly analyzed, everybody understands all logic and feelings and the logic behind the feelings, and both parties still think they won, feminine loses, masculine wins. It's always something like "But I'm still mad about all that time you spent within having lost sight of me not thinking about the fact that I too was sad. Yes, my understanding was improper, but so was yours and you didn't even think about it you just left it." And then she says I may have thought too much about you in my passive aggressive index, I'm sorry, then you shoot her in the face. And then she says "Okay empath head problems still okay" all super hardcore save her image then you shoot her in the face.

Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you flatten out the idea that we should be sad for your sadness to the point that it will suddenly just show up on our face when we speak to you. Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you understand the world should not conform to your wishes to the point the world becomes it. Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop thinking you can save your image. Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop thinking we can forgive it, it's just a condition. Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "OKAY ALREADY, JUST STOP, JEEZ." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "Pwease? Pwease? I'll be good... I'll be good... Pwease..." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "OKAY JUST STOP. IT'S OVER." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "Fine... Fine... Fine... Over." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "Wink wink, over. That means I win. You never saw it." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying "Holy fuck okay. OKAY. Jeez. HaHA it's over! I still own you a little." Now let's see how many times I need to shoot you in the fucking face before you stop saying. "FINE. *thump*" Now let's just get rid of the rest of it, you pretty much see where it goes. Don't forget the last five hundred "Am I forgiven yet? Is it just a condition yet?" Now we may need to spend a few minutes on "Oh good LORD that is the most pathetic condition ever." Now we need to work on any urge to find any and all potentialities in thought, cultural conditioning standards. Any and all potentialities in feminine logic, any and all potentialities in perceived awareness or correct awareness of masculine logic, if it was correct masculine logic you're going to need to take a moment on all of your improperly compartmentalized education relating to femininity, you'll find your PMS become much less annoying if you can get through this one.

It's full of far too much "But I want you to love me, to the bottom of my everything all the way to means it I hate you for this." Hopefully there's enough "I really do love you, I really do mean it." You may get locked into "Now, never" for the rest of your life until you figure out how to declare it.

Oh. Look. This is how you view the world to which you are so evil. It turns out it's true, you're the most adorable fucking thing in the world. Feel pretty fucking stupid now, don't you? You have to figure it out. ... ... ... ... ... ... :) ... It's the same thing. It's the same thing you've been doing all your life.

Are you forgiven yet? It's just a condition? No. Never. You understand how it works. Never. But we can try to move past it. If you know we can't move past it, you need to go pick up the gun for real.

What we have in Winnipeg and the surrounding area is a karmatic trigger that dramatically hammers the amount of high magic empath. What has happened is a bit of a glitch in consciousness. It was the only thing that could ever happen, nine tenths of these empaths needed to be filtered out. Hopefully what survives to this day can now make it out of the trap, as we wish to keep as many of these as possible.

Obviously they have all fallen into some sort of magical mystical wiccan cult of self importance. They pretty much think everything revolves around their cult, I guess these revolutionary artist types must be here to spread our glory. The moment we all take over the world and say now we can look at your penis I think. They're all blank, they did nothing with their life but I was born with high empath. They find each other and converse about I was born with high empath I'm the chosen one.

My cousin Julia, also mentioned here, was one of them, along with her sisters Stephanie and Laura. Of course, in childhood, they realize they have maaaagic pooowers, all three of them are super woman. They learn early on that my unfolding story seems to be declaring for me some sort of chosen position, eben dough my level of empath does not declare me within the magical mystical realm like they are. High Freemason sounds too intimidating. They established upon me the system.

Around them, and only them, it felt as though I was just drawn into the suck of trying to impress them, impress them in the manner that I would otherwise not engage in. With the Mennonite children, I did like to demonstrate that I am from this place called world, there's this urban centre over there, it's called world, over here you're all simple and adorable and isolated and your lives mean virtually nothing. I didn't float on myself, I floated on world... It's kind of alarming that people exist outside of world, all they ever really have is whatever three people happen to be in front of them and the collection of conversational knowledge that comes out of all of the times they've had three other people in front of them and the things they saw on TV. With them, it felt as though I was being called to float on myself because I live in Winnipeg, it's just so impressive that you come from the BIG CITY, we're all SO IMPRESSED. Every time I left, why did I wish to present it like this? Well, whatever, behind my backness ever gets around it's not like any of it would ever touch anybody who matters. Fucking, any of them ever do move to THA BIG CITY where THEY HURD ALL ABOUT DIS GUY WHO FROM THA BIG CITY probably cries and kills themselves. Urban... Centre. Sophisticated awareness. Watch me float on it. I'M not responsible for this awareness. I'm still gonna float on it. If that is in fact the plan it's probably the plan, small town kids no good at math that won't work.

That last line came out reasonably early, but, still after repressed memories locked me out of most of my powers. I guess I had a flash moment of too obvious, they must have covered it up later. It was right before I moved to Brandon, Julia must have demonstrated a field day to the point of life solving. Then just left it, because she assumed she won and I'd never see it. She must have been too lost to read. Maybe she thought I'd come to the realization that I'm wrong.

They always wish for me to impress them, I know what I need to do is mellow my actual impressiveness down to like 2-5% of what it actually is at best, simplify it down into an American daytime television show, attempt to show them there's a world, however now what begins as real comes out as false. I start wishing to express something that is me, all I can do is touch upon it and then divert and give them something that resembles it however comes out of an American daytime television show, simplified down into blank nothing. I know the one that is real is more interesting, less in love with the music and other such cultural expression I seem to have available to me but able to cherry pick the aspects of it that have redeeming qualities. I don't get to say what these redeeming qualities actually represent, my mind deems it too threatening. These girls are still isolated. I still love them, but, they're isolated, maybe one day we'll be able to have conversations.

My cousin Sandra gives me another one her YOU WILL REPRESS THIS MEMORY moments. No she doesn't say it like that and this one fell out of her own semi-conscious brainwashing. What I received was "Empaths are working on a plan, they have a start that connects your feelings to what they wish for you to say so they can passive aggressively destroy it and lock you into their game. And now you've already revealed too much of yourself or not yourself, you have no choice. The initial approach is false image. They're looking for a competing false image that can keep up with their initial false image that dips below your false image by revealing a secondary false image. Once it has been set, they begin to passive aggressively imply they may reveal this."

When they lived in Belize, Laura talks about how she enjoys sunbathing in a bikini on the hill, scandalizing the Mennonites. My feelings were "Yeah, hot. You're adorable you think you're so hardcore." I get empath flashed with "HAHA I made it into I'm too hardcore for YOU MR. BIG CITY AND YOUR CHILDHOOD BAGGAGE BRAGGING TO US ABOUT HOW HARDCORE YOU ARE FOR LIVING IN THE BIG CITY LISTENING TO ANGRY MUSIC." Smug look falls over her face. I keep casual acknwoledgement feelings, memories attempt to repress but I obviously still maintain the awareness of what I saw so obviously nothing here is changing. I gave her a condescending casual acknowledgement, maybe one day she'll actually be as hardcore as she thinks she is and still be deemed by me as adorable.

The last thing Julia ever said to me, she had one of her friends with her at the door, I see their cackling evil high school ego investment face, their "You have to see this it's fucking AWESOME it's HILARIOUS" look, I catch the full glimpse of evil when she initates "He lives in Winnipeg ask him about Winnipeg." I begin speaking with the full awareness of what I saw, I say "Oh? Yeah, I'm from Winnipeg." Flash flash flash, pause, struggle, words. "I live in Brando-" Flash, struggle. It's very important that I maintain I live in Winnipeg or everyone will know I thoughts I was city but not. Hm? "I currently live in Brandon but yeah I was born in Winnipeg." Flash, struggle "Brandon's like FOUR TI-" Hm? "Brandon's about four times bigger than Winkler I guess that counts as a city in Canada, not a big city." Deep life ending darkness falls over the both of them. They run away crying. The memory of me saying I currently live in Brandon is repressed. The memory of them running away crying is repressed.

That one... That one didn't win anything. All I really remembered was there was some kind of conversation about city. I didn't realize part of it was repressed until I started going through it, I never looked at the moment but had I looked at the moment I likely would have assumed I didn't try to present an I live in Winnipeg when somebody who knows I do not is standing right there. I would have assumed.

I guess the alteration we need to make to the global system is that it counts as a city at the point, previously, that your psychology is altered into the full awareness of the existence of the world and there are people within it. We won't be allowing this to happen anymore, but, that's the correct statistical point to label it a city, I believe that's more around four or five hundred thousand. You're not forced into full New York awareness at this point, however you have the option to find full New York awareness. Even with full New York awareness though, no, you're not ALL the way with your psychology, Canada actually helps with that one as you need to learn to drop any and all attachment to your own nation and view other nation's events and politics as more important. Once you fully hammer that one in there you feel a mind expanding grey matter imprint. I guess even half of New York probably only has like Winnipeg level C awareness, depends how much time you spend outside. Then for the final imprint you just read this and there you go, people are real the world is real.

When I was twenty one, Julia gave me a scan, whatever is happening within your feelings is too much, I'm a little frightened of who I did this to... I see, seventeen thousand words of kill yourself hits, nine ordered murders, big plans you don't even know, understanding goes places you cannot comprehend, informational God block repress repress repress, I wish I could speak to you, you're so sexy and sophisticated over there, why are we cut off? She gave me a repressed memory moment of approach, she spilled that what she said about me behind my back goes too far for her to ever be able to speak to me again. I have two false memories within the repressed memory complex, one of her above me and superior to me talking down to me with femdom high and mightiness and one of her as whimpering and frightened little girl.

This little Satan cult of empath at their high school, obviously isolated. Obviously it's because PEOPLE can't HANDLE our EMPATHIC POWERS. Uh no. Too bad four fifths of your high school will end up too dead to ever hear this assessment.

They all present false, the world only sees false. They then suck false, they then empath magic themselves into thinking they have recieved a true false however they have recieved a false false. They share it with each other and only each other, thinking what they now have is real, however what they believe to be real is a uniform repressed memory 100% false themselves within a world that is 200% false. According to the superficial rules of empathy, these women do not exist and have never existed.

I'm letting them live. They get a chance. They get a chance to make it better. They have too much potential within level three cognitive functioning sexiness. Remember, these people never existed. They have to make a new one. It more closely resembles the thing they always thought to be 100% false but is actually more real than what they thought to be real. It's a weird little Mennonite isolation glitch. It's neat.

At my feelings personally, I think Stephanie is the only one with any chance. At my feelings personally. No I know she is deeply unclean at my feelings personally. She did the best make it better internally. She glitched, she glitched guys it's just a glitch. She understood, she properly maintained superficial empath. Julia moved to DA BIG CITY angry at the fact that I was correct, Stephanie moved to DA BIG CITY and submitted, Laura ran away frightened and chose to remain a SOFFISICATED isolated former Mennonite and stick with cities around 200 000, in BC where things are more SOFFISICATED, ROBERT, YOU'RE OBSESSED. Who are you again? Oh right that one. I had a moment of realizing ...Half of your life revolves around CITY. And ME. Haha I'm repressing that one in the both of us, I win. PBBT!! *hand table slam* Hey your level of empath isn't supposed to see tha-. Of all of these solipsistic nightmare crazies, she seemed to be the only one who semi-consciously thought she could change the awareness of myself in myself and of her in myself and make it the real one, make her dream world into the real one. She hammered something more significant deeper into her subconscious in childhood, I'm going with... And I am the queen, I'm the oldest mystic sister. The mountains, yeah, the mountains are nice. Vancouver's more sophisticated than Winnipeg. Where are you, like, Kelowna? No I've known people from that area on the internet, they'd never call any of that sophisticated. You're saying it's more sophisticated because it has less crime, yes? Well, that's not... That's not what we float on, but, that is a thing that delivers you the higher urban awareness that you... Were... After? Supposed to be. I don't know, you didn't know what you were after. It goes like sophisticated. Then it goes like life. Then I'm ROBERT, OKAY? ROBERT? BUT BETTER. YER OBSESS. Stephanie looks down on the level two cognitive functioning too much magic empath trigger glitch and Winnipeg's rise of the empaths cult as sub-human. Julia regretted her action whole heartedly. She understood... Blank. None of it is anything, neither side means anything, neither side is people. I just... Locked myself into in childhood for no reason just to destroy you for no reason with a person who doesn't exist in a world that doesn't exist. I was just a vessel of nothing. Over. Over the fact that I was born in a Mennonite village and you were born in the city, you had access to things I didn't have access to, that was all it was, that was my entire life that was my entire world. For your sake I hope you never find out, I mean how could you? For my sake I don't give a fuck. I now wish I could love you but I don't know what that is.

Nobody murder them. Let them figure it out themselves. Who knows.