SouL TireD

Soul tired is a different kind of tired. A tired that no amount of sleep can cure. It’s something deep within, drained. Like you are a vessel running on fumes. There is a restlessness that brews in your soul like a desire to flee the cage it is bound in. Your body and soul feeling disconnected. You feel like a passenger in your own body, going through the motions but checked out. Are you nurturing your soul? Are you ignoring a desire or fire and pressing on telling yourself this is the way life is? Fighting your calling, questioning yourself, burnt out on the 3d constraints and limitations set for you by society.

Constantly picking up others inauthenticity and internal audacity. It takes its toll sometimes. Hearing vocally words that do not match the internal energetic projection. The contradicting internal chatter leaping and bounding amplified larger than any disingenuine words and actions. A blessing and a curse at times, a curse at those times when the overall energetic theme of a place is for lack of a better word fake. Workplaces for people who see through it and are walking discernment meters can be exhausting.

I am feeling like a dead battery unable to recharge. If only there were a universal adapter for my fleshy avatar to plug into and renew. I am tapped out between others’ energy signatures and so much spirit connection this week. Sometimes I can’t disconnect and it takes its toll. I thought of my sister last night and was given a message for her, I delivered. With the energetic amplifiers this week I have been tapped in almost constantly and picking up on family and friends’ problems, shoot I can’t even be on social media right now, I can’t even look at a person’s picture without being flooded with too much information. I didn’t sleep well last night too much internal chatter. Messages and thoughts overlapping catching bits of pieces of them all like fragmented conversations. Too much information and too much energy. I have tried to meditate but my brain waves are just in that state to where the information just floods in and I need a break, so now I am trying to stifle the flow with nonsensical tv. We will see. Hopefully, the energetic flow has not gotten the best of any of you. Signing off, love, peace, and hopefully sleep.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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