As an awakening visionary (of which there are plenty of us, I assure you – I need no claim to fame), I struggle with the concept of responsibility, and what part of it is my own to name.
Examples in forefront of my mind are in some personal experiences where I’ve loved a man.
The first one, I had a vision while he was having an accident. The second became ill after his beloved left him. The third wasted away while waiting for our union. The fourth had an injury while we’d just connected.
When the fourth happened, I hastily withdrew intentions, as by this point, I got spooked by experiencing what seemed to be some reoccurrent pattern.
If I was the constant variable linking to these people, did I somehow influence their demises? Or was I just there by uncanny timing, available to help when they found themselves compromised?
I haven’t received much positive reassurance, for in the end, each person moved onward. So, it’s difficult to know if my presence in their lives helped their recovery.
As a healer, my policy is “Do no harm.” Yet, perhaps these events were of their own making?
And I, as their witness left as bystander, am merely confused by the ending.
