Trapped In A Ring...

I knew him... I trusted him... There really wasn't any reason not to. His wife was a friend, we'd known them for years, and we always had a good time when our paths crossed. They were smart, charismatic and fun, but I was always just that littlest bit aware of feeling unsettled whenever he was around. When he'd shake my hand or give a quick hug, the tingle of connection always followed. I was aware of it but, I didn't understand it enough to dwell on it. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other in several years when I got a Facebook message, saying hello. After a bit of benign catching up, he asked me about being an empath. He'd noticed several Facebook groups I belonged to, in which o

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When you come to the edge of all the light you know,

and you are about to step off into the darkness of the
unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on

or you will be taught how to fly...

- Barbara Winter

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