Sensing
Being able to sense a person's mood and intent by the energy they throw off is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes I think I would be happier NOT knowing so much. Often enough, I get bad vibes about a particular person who most others are comfortable around and friendly to. Sometimes I distrust my intuition and attempt to ignore it, which almost inevitably ends badly. I've called more than one bad egg long before everyone else around me discovered zie was bad news. Unfortunately, I think the coldness I exhibit towards some people often gets taken the wrong way by others around me. It's hard to neglect one person exclusively, so sometimes I can't interact comfortably with friends of mine when they're in a group with that person; mostly it depends on the level of discomfort I feel towards the individual in question.
The sensations of these vibes might be interesting to try and describe. Extrasensory perception tends to feel like a combination of the other senses in a new package, so I'll try to draw good comparisons.
I sense craziness the most easily... The scattered nature of a crazy person's thoughts reflects in their energy similarly. There's always something in the eyes, too: a sort of unnatural gleam. Mind you, this is different than the lesser mental disturbance I find in some of my friends; I think a little instability is normal, these days. That's like... hmm... a stone skipping on a pond, disturbing it in isolated, small ways, then vanishing. Sometimes it's a haziness, like a wall of that obnoxious cotton-like stuffing you find in couch cushions, which creates a distance between the soul and the outside world.
It's also extremely easy for me to tell if a man is attracted to me. Male sexuality is so intrusive!! I frequently snub men before I've even exchanged more than a few words with them, because of the lust I sense. Do you know how dogs will sometimes drool hungrily for a bone? That's what it feels like: a man, staring at me unabashedly, dead-on, with foul drool trailing from the slack corners of his mouth. There is a disturbing joy behind this drooling, as well, which I find unnerving. I am often cruel to such people, but I can't help it; I throw up cold hostility like a shield from their lust.
On the other hand, when I perceive a woman's attraction to me, it is like the wind; sometimes it is a soft, sweet breeze, and other times it is an exhilarating gust of hot air. It's like a wind that sweeps in, and then settles. It is most often a subtle sensation, but lovely.
Drugs bring varying changes, which are also readily felt. Most hard drugs, regardless of whatever else they create, form an awful sort of void between the soul and the outside world-- or that is how it feels. There is a blackness that separates the spark of the person from the rest of life. If it existed, I imagine Purgatory would look like that void. The emotions and mental state of the person determines the rest. Heroine junkies usually feel fuzzy and luke-warm if they're up, chilly and sharp if they're fixing. Coke-heads feel like running your hand over thousands of tiny slivers of ice that refuse to melt. Crack feels like that with some insanity thrown in. Mushroom-trippers feel warm and flexible, like leather drumskins. Acid droppers feel energetic but distracted. Meth feels like sticking your head out of the window of a moving car when it's chilly outside, feeling the brisk wind rushing and rushing by you. Cigarettes feel like coffee, rich and full and bitter and dark all at once-- smokers' energy twines lazily around you like smoke around a hand in a windless place.
This is what I perceive when I do Qigong on others, as well... Though there's usually more intellectual detail than what I receive passively by simply being nearby the person.
The sensations of these vibes might be interesting to try and describe. Extrasensory perception tends to feel like a combination of the other senses in a new package, so I'll try to draw good comparisons.
I sense craziness the most easily... The scattered nature of a crazy person's thoughts reflects in their energy similarly. There's always something in the eyes, too: a sort of unnatural gleam. Mind you, this is different than the lesser mental disturbance I find in some of my friends; I think a little instability is normal, these days. That's like... hmm... a stone skipping on a pond, disturbing it in isolated, small ways, then vanishing. Sometimes it's a haziness, like a wall of that obnoxious cotton-like stuffing you find in couch cushions, which creates a distance between the soul and the outside world.
It's also extremely easy for me to tell if a man is attracted to me. Male sexuality is so intrusive!! I frequently snub men before I've even exchanged more than a few words with them, because of the lust I sense. Do you know how dogs will sometimes drool hungrily for a bone? That's what it feels like: a man, staring at me unabashedly, dead-on, with foul drool trailing from the slack corners of his mouth. There is a disturbing joy behind this drooling, as well, which I find unnerving. I am often cruel to such people, but I can't help it; I throw up cold hostility like a shield from their lust.
On the other hand, when I perceive a woman's attraction to me, it is like the wind; sometimes it is a soft, sweet breeze, and other times it is an exhilarating gust of hot air. It's like a wind that sweeps in, and then settles. It is most often a subtle sensation, but lovely.
Drugs bring varying changes, which are also readily felt. Most hard drugs, regardless of whatever else they create, form an awful sort of void between the soul and the outside world-- or that is how it feels. There is a blackness that separates the spark of the person from the rest of life. If it existed, I imagine Purgatory would look like that void. The emotions and mental state of the person determines the rest. Heroine junkies usually feel fuzzy and luke-warm if they're up, chilly and sharp if they're fixing. Coke-heads feel like running your hand over thousands of tiny slivers of ice that refuse to melt. Crack feels like that with some insanity thrown in. Mushroom-trippers feel warm and flexible, like leather drumskins. Acid droppers feel energetic but distracted. Meth feels like sticking your head out of the window of a moving car when it's chilly outside, feeling the brisk wind rushing and rushing by you. Cigarettes feel like coffee, rich and full and bitter and dark all at once-- smokers' energy twines lazily around you like smoke around a hand in a windless place.
This is what I perceive when I do Qigong on others, as well... Though there's usually more intellectual detail than what I receive passively by simply being nearby the person.