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Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit Part 4

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I’m terrified about what I’m going to say. Exposing myself to the world.

Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway with help.

An entity is writing this for him so you can get it at peace instead of the wreck of emotional shit he is.

While his body doing the typing, I have management of his body and he can tell me through telepathic communication to knock it off.

A regular daily thing for him is to tell us, entities, to fuck off. All day throughout the day he has to defend himself from our attacks.

Not attacks really, we just want his body to do shit.

A nickname is a great way for us to get in. We’re smarter than you are and we don’t know time like you do.

The fact that I said we’re smarter than you, how many don’t believe because no one is as smart as you?

It’s why I said it. It challenges your ego to accept that any is smarter than you.

We’re smarter than he is.

Yes, they are. Thank you for the explanation.

This is what it’s like to be me. It happens in an instant. I can channel anything that has a soul, entities, and stuff. The stuff is something I don’t have a classification for. It feels, that I say feels means that’s an opinion.

Hence why I say stuff. If I don’t know what it is I’m not going to bullshit you.

I don’t anything in the comparison of everything there is to know.

I know myself through and through.

To say that we know anything is to say we know it in it’s entirety.

Do I know myself through and through?

Probably not. I’m ok with that.

To be ok with not knowing is the sign of a healthy mind.

To obsess over knowing anything, that’s a sick mind.

That one thinks one needs to know anything means one needs to look inward instead out here.

Now let’s explain that.

See if one thinks one needs, what is one doing that one thinks one needs?

This is where looking at yourself and what you do and the affect it has on others is paramount in understanding yourself.

This is where if one is honest with oneself one can learn much about the world and ones place in it.

Desire can feel like need, however it is desire, a wanting.

Cya in part 5

Soul Flower: Healing through Truth and Wisdom

Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit Part 2

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Looking at ones DNA is where we will start.

Hungarian, French, Irish, English, Scottish, Dutch, African, and Cherokee.

Hungarian has Eastern European, Asian and Persian.

One is as gray as they come. The Gray one.

The only thing I don’t have is Aboriginal in my DNA.

I look white with blue eyes.

My hair is curly.

This is what goes into the psychology of this one.

When I was born I was born deaf. It wasn’t until I was 2 and 1/2 that anyone noticed.

I responded when they aimed their emotion at me, even though I couldn’t hear.

This is the Empath.

As I remember the first memory I have is of a girl my age showing me a toy. I was 2.

The next memory was when I had the operation to put tubes in my ears so that I could hear. I saw this guy using a plastic glove he had blown up and drawn a happy face on it.

I remember thinking “What the fuck?”

I don’t ever remember a time I couldn’t read. My mom said I started reading at 3.

Now this one is highly intelligent as one could understand complex ideas and form a thought that understood what one was doing.

At 4 one’s dad caught one watching Public Broadcast TV. What one was watching was a class on advanced economics that one understood perfectly as one showed when one’s father asked what one was watching. One explained it using ones own words. Showing one understood what one was watching.

One’s father was a narcissist.

One couldn’t be smarter than him. That’s when it started. My IQ is 215 and when I saw that number I asked to take it again 195, I asked to take it again, 170.

After trying to make myself dumb, I realized I need to fuck up too much and that I couldn’t do.

The fact that my father was a narcissist meant he couldn’t accept the truth that anyone might be smarter than he was. My dad had a photographic memory, meaning he could remember everything.

My dad was a genius in his own right. My dad’s IQ was probably around 160-170.

My mom was intelligent as well.

My mom could sense earthquakes. If mom said an earthquake was coming and where it was going to hit, she never missed.

Empath.

My dad was a Telepath.

I don’t know where I got the Medium from.

My dad said once that he thought he was the only telepath. What that did to him was as brutal as brutal gets.

Think about it. You have this ability and no one knows because who would believe you in the 1950s and 60s when my dad grew up.

My dad was a tortured soul.

I was happy when he died and finally got the peace he desired. His life was as tortured as tortured gets. He lived with Parkinsons disease for more than 20 years. Watching as the disease took my father’s life.

I can’t imagine, nor do I want to know what that disease does to human mind. My dad used to be one of those that never failed anything he ever put effort into.

That PD hit him, that was judgement that he had taken in himself.

The higherself will fuck you up until you learn.

I’m truly happy to have learned this much and I look forward to learning more.

I channel what I write. It flows through me, not from me.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Soul Star.

The Abnormal Psychology of a Conduit Part 1

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I’m a conduit. I’ve studied psychology, behavioral psychology, abnormal psychology and stuff.

A Conduit is a human who is an Empath, Telepath and Medium. They can know stuff from everywhere. How do they do it?

First off the individual has an IQ off the board, 200 would be the baseline for a functioning Conduit.

It takes that kind of intellect in order to know what one is dealing with. Their awareness of self and their surroundings borders on the supernatural.

What does that do to a human?

A ton of fucked up shit because one was born a Conduit, however one was born into a world where things such as Conduits are thought to be imaginary and works of fiction.

How does one know one is a Conduit?

I’ve done a shit ton of experiments on myself and others to understand what I do.

Each experiment proved without a shadow of a doubt I do what I say I do.

This a good place to start.

I’m writing the book to teach from the book later. You get to see what’s going in the book because we exist to share life.

We don’t exist to make others pay for what we have learned.

We exist to share life and all it’s joys and sorrows and learnings.

My art, I call this a Soul Star.

Get up

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I really want to see Shinedown.

Getting up is the first thing you do for anything.

When I wake up it takes me at least an hour before I should ever speak to anyone. Being an empath, telepath and medium, the Conduit combo, I take on a lot shit while I sleep. 

It takes me an hour at least to wake up fully.

It used to be I woke up and whatever anyone else needed trumped what I needed. Now, you got a wait a bit.

After that I don’t give a shit about many people. I love them, but I don’t like them and what they do.

However, I never let it turn to hate. An ex girlfriend once told me you have to love a person to truly hate them.

I hate the behavior and I love the person.

Narcissism has fucked our world for the most part.

Those that are not narcissists have a truly fucked up deal in dealing with someone who will never admit they ever did wrong.

That’s the thing, if one can’t admit they fucked up, they should not be allowed to ever hold any office.

Especially the office of president.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel now

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Please tell me it’s not a train.

Cracker is the inspiration for this and the song, I See the Light.

And as usual it was playing when I came back in from a smoke.

Today I start a new job. I have the first day jitters.

I know I have zero to worry about, I just get nervous when starting something new. It’s not a fearful nervous, it’s an exciting nervous.

What am I going to learn?

People and their names. Learning people is an art for an Empath and is a skill that once developed one knows things that others don’t.

I’m going to learn my job and the way they want it done.

The way they want it done.

If at some point I figure a better way, then I can talk to someone, however I need to immerse myself in their process before I think I know some shit.

Student/teacher philosophy is on play.

I’m a student and I will learn.

I will not be so humble to think I don’t have anything to teach.

However, I will be learning much and patience will be required.

Patience is not a superpower, nothing is a superpower. Superpowers don’t exist.

I do have abilities that some might think of as superpowers. That is why I hide what I can do.

For them and me. If they get awed the fuck out, or worse, scared, that does no one any good.

I don’t like it when people get awed the fuck out.

It makes me feel like I want to cry, that they can’t see what they do is so much more than what I do.

There are times that I think what if I wasn’t an Empath, Telepath, and Medium, and then I think I’m glad to one.

The knowing that comes from everywhere is astonishing and I get most people have no fucking clue about it.

If they did it….but they don’t, so their level of understanding will be different.

Different.

We need to celebrate our differences.

As a people.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

Rise

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Listening to Sixx: A M.

I look at everyone else from my point of view. What is it I don’t see?

A ton of fucking shit.

I might be brilliant, but I do stupid shit.

Now I don’t look with a singular view. I look at your life from your view. I look at life from other views knowing I can’t trust my singular view.

No one can trust their view.

Truth, truth is discovered from at least 3 views, nothing new.

I need a session.

Let me explain.

I give session work to people for free. I never charge anyone for anything.

During the session one will taste my energy, kind of what it feels like to be me.

It works well with video, however I can do it with chat.

The distance only exists in our minds.

I can reach out and check on my son in Nevada.

I can check on my model friend in France.

I can check on my kiwi, meaning she lives in New Zealand.

If anyone wants a session with me for free my email is jimccarterjr@gmail.com.

Two C’s.

During the session I wrap one up with my energy and clean one out. All the emotional shit that is wearing one down, that’s what I clean up.

While doing that we talk.

I will be as gentle as I can, I’m a soul healer, this is how I heal your soul, by giving you the guidance needed for you to heal yourself.

Your higherself will be guiding my words.

This makes sure you get what you need, not what I think you need.

Hit me up because I’m serious. I used to do this frequently, meaning I’ve given this treatment to thousands.

Since I had my stroke 5 years ago, I haven’t done one.

However I’ve done other shit that tells me I’m ready.

Who’s first?

Truth is Stranger than Fiction Part 2

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I get people think I’m weird.

It’s not normal for one to be an empath, telepath, and medium.

I didn’t know for the first 37 years of my life. In that time I would’ve shit on anyone telling me they were any of those things.

I get why my one friend said try being normal.

Is that what you would say if I thought I was gay?

Transgender?

I get I’m not normal, I’m a freak of nature and among the freaks, I freak them out.

I channel the higher self of everyone, and anyone I’m talking to.

How did I figure this out?

Throughout my life I was always giving advice to others. It was as if I had a natural wisdom. I didn’t know where it came from, but I could give anyone the perfect advice.

I didn’t know that my dad did the same thing. He never knew where it came from, but he could give perfect advice for anyone.

I talked to him about it when I figured myself out at 37. It was the closest I ever felt to my dad. However he fucked that up.

When I was giving advice, it didn’t feel as if I was the one doing the talking. It used my mouth while I sat in the back of my mind watching.

Most mediums trance out, they don’t remember what that channel. I do.

I’m awake and over the years I’ve learned how to cut it off.

It’s why I say I use a half mask as my medium mask. I am part of the channel as I’m channeling anything. Dogs, cats, trees, anything.

It’s a guidance tool.

What do you need?

What do you think you need?

Those two things are often not even close together.

What do I need?

What do I think I need?

I think I need 20 hours or more at work at least to keep paying my bills and stuff.

What do I actually need?

I need to relax and write this shit. Not many have the actual experience I have.

I need to get over my stage fright.

I need to be who I am, a Táltos.

I even get it from myself, my higher self.

This is the discussion I have with my higher self daily. I’m humble, and I don’t want fame.

Being a telepath has made it very difficult to block anyone when they read what I write.

And I don’t to tell you all of this.

However, truth is stranger than fiction.

I get why I do it. You need to normalize empaths, telepaths and mediums are humans too.

I figure if I can take the heat, others will, have found me and they needed it.

I used to train empaths. Let me give this article I wrote years ago.

No really what’s an Empath? Evolution, aliens, or is God to blame?