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Psychopaths and Empaths - Related?



Are the two related?

According to a recent article in Psychology Today, “POV: A Perfect Devil", by Kaja Perina, published on May 06, 2014. A psychopath can be ‘a manipulative, but law-abiding individual’ that is present in the upper levels of many organizations. Psychopaths can range from stone cold serial killers, to leaders of industry, leaders in the military, and highly successful, charismatic entrepreneurs. The things that a cold killer and a successful psycho path have in common can be very similar, though a new word is being sought for the “successful” versus the “criminal” psychopath for obvious reasons.

It’s estimated one out of every twenty-five people is a psychopath.They can be highly likable, but they view other people like objects. For them, there’s no remorse over injuring, or harming another person. They consider people the way you or I would toss out a used Kleenex, or kill a mosquito biting us. Though they would never show it, because they know how to act empathetic, because they’re also smart.

If a psychopath is unfeeling, and not at all empathetic like an empath is, can the two be related as other ends of the spectrum? Can someone who is an empath, known for their abilities to feel what others feel to the point of almost,if not entirely, being able to read others minds and even heal others, convert to become a psychopath capable of killing instead of healing? Are the two no more than other ends of the spectrum just as hot and cold are, capable of sliding from one end to the other after an influence is exerted?

It may seem they are too far away from each other to ever meet, but cannot ice be melted and water be frozen? Can an empath’s ability to connect to others be used to harm instead of heal once the empath has been turned into a psychopath?

This is the question in the book, Power, Control, Performance.

Any thoughts?

Seeds

Cotton, a soft fluffy fiber that forms a protective capsule around the seeds of the cotton plant. How can something so simple have such an impact on a person’s life? His life.

He took the cotton into the palm of his hand and felt it while he sat, eyes closed, breathing stilled, all muscles relaxed. He remembered what the sensei had said, “When you can feel the cotton in your hand, though it isn’t there, you will be ready for the next step.”

He relaxed his hand allowing his fingers to open and the cotton to fall onto the cushion of the couch. He closed his hand and tried to imagine the cotton was still there. Being the pragmatic, engineering trained, highly logical being he was, he had trouble with imagining things. Even one as simple as this. If it wasn’t literal and solid, it just couldn’t be.

His newly hired consultant at work, his sensei, had told him he should do this exercise to be able to feel the q and expand his awareness. The consultant was for chemical processes in his plant, but spoke four languages fluently, had three degrees, traveled the world and had an IQ of 185, not to mention, he solved the problems he was hired for. Logically, this was a man that had words worthy of listening to. He, the one playing with a cotton ball, was not one to pass up knowledge, however far-fetched it might seem, if the person imparting it was knowledgeable. He remembered his college chemistry and how most objects were space and not really solid at all. He learned to believe that then. He could learn to believe more now, once his erroneous paradigms were replaced.

All of that, along with the demonstration the sensei gave him of this qi energy clinched his need to learn about this otherworldly stuff. Knowledge was like a drug to him. He had been trained to learn and it fueled his spirit. It drove his life. The demonstration was beyond his previous experiences and had to be investigated.

“Okay, now put your hand out, palms up and cupped. Good. Now bring them together as if you’re holding a basketball-sized object made of water. Good!”

The sensei then gave him this “thing” from between his hands. It felt resilient against his compressing touch. It was a tangible, touchable object that he couldn’t see. It was like holding a balloon in his hands, yet it didn’t have the feel of rubber around it. He felt it compress when he squeezed it between his hands but there was nothing to see! This “thing” was an object without objective reality to it, tangible, but not visible. He opened his hands and felt it slip away. With a total look of confusion on his face, he looked at the sensei and asked, “What was that!?”

The sensei explained, “That was what your mechanical bridge is bringing you. I don’t know how your mechanical bridge is doing it for you but it is. It’s simple energy. There are other ways to get it too. It’s something called q. I’ll give you some practice tasks if you want to develop yourself.”

He continued his practices when he was able to; relaxed, at home, in the quiet. It took him weeks to be able to imagine the cotton in his hand when it wasn’t, but, he did.

Now he was taught to imagine feeling the q he had felt with that demonstration from his sensei. Of course, he had to know why it felt as if the energy that he was now able to stream up and down his body was real. The energy he could feel rise through his feet and fill him - the energy that shifted and changed when things around him, or his environment, changed. As he thought about it he thought, ‘Just because you’re imagining it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It’s just working in reverse. Instead of experiencing things that are already there, you’re creating it by experiencing it first.’

He became adept at calling and feeling the qi without the aid of his exercises or his meditations. He had learned to relax and drop his heart rate, in seconds, to ten beats below his normal at rest rate, to 54 beats per minute. His breathing would still to a point that others wondered if he were alive as he passed the time in the airports waiting for planes, or meditating for hours on his deck. He could immerse himself in another world or, he’d open his eyes and see the auras of those around him. He could tell if someone was lying to him. At times, he knew what others were thinking and could even see through a certain person’s eyes when they were miles away. He confirmed what he saw with them and it was all true.

The more he thought about it, the more he worried he had ventured into insanity. He searched for more answers and found others like him. A lawyer to the rock stars called it a Shamanic shift and had written a book about what happened to her. A neuro-scientist and physicist had written about how consciousness is created and he saw the connection to the q . But, it was all too much and he intended the magic should leave him. The telepathic connection left. He stopped asking for the qi to come. The world became as it was once more.

He saw a cotton ball that had slipped under the couch. He picked it up and threw it into the garbage so the dog wouldn’t try to eat it and choke on it. He mowed the grass, washed the car, and thought if it was all worth it. It was. Maybe someday, when he’s ready, he’ll reopen that door and take the seed he planted and water it. What could the possibilities be then?


11 Dimensions? How many dimensions are there in life? What does quantum physics say?

I often wonder how many people actually are aware that there are more than four dimensions in this world ((1)Length, 2)Height, 3)Width and 4)Time). String Theory and Quantum Physics have shown there to be 10 or 11 dimensions. Does that make anyone think about what those dimensions might be doing for us in our interelationship with the universe and the person next to us?


“If anybody says he can think about quantum physics without getting giddy, that only shows he has not understood the first thing about them.”

Niels Bohr


What do you think is going on in those other dimensions?



A.J. Aaron 2012 e-mail: Aj@AjAarononline.com