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The Empath & The Divine Feminine Energy

The journey through the life of an Empath is beautiful and dangerous, transcendent and terrifying. For me, most of the time and above all else, confusing. Always aware that a constant fluctuation in energy, as presented by other human’s emotional state and karmic burden, will either “feed” me, or “bleed” me dry.

The exposed Empath is a vulnerable one. The energy of another human’s emotion—whether positive or negative—carries with it a certain electrical charge.  Excited or depressed electrons, interpreted, and often absorbed simply by our close proximity to others. But I don’t have to physically touch you to understand you, just share your space.

Powerful surges and depressed spikes, heavy karmic presence – all humans carry with them this energy. How I react to it depends solely on the human being’s emotional energy (frequency). Some of which is hazardous for me, most of which is dangerously enticing as well. Being a toddler in my spiritual knowledge and growth, my innate curiosity desires knowing (and ultimately testing) the boundaries of what limits me from ascension.

With those most dear to us, the energy is felt hundreds or even a thousand miles away—and the message, transmitted and received at the speed of light.

My brother called me while I was in the emergency room last month. I had maybe been there 30 minutes.

“Hey, I’m going to have to call you back, I’m in the hospital and can’t talk.”

“I know. So is your chronic pain (headache) behind your right ear?”

“Damn! How do you do that?”

“You’re my twin. We are connected”…..

He is much more in tune, especially to me, but his Universal connection is exponentially superior to mine. The light and energy of his creative and artistic mind is always in use, therefore he too is always in a state of heightened cosmic awareness. Mine is more of the “build a wall and retreat into hermitic hibernation” disconnection. This is my preference. To disconnect. To protect myself. Most of the time.

And this fear of connecting is the direct result of an experience I had about 7 years ago. Standing in an upright position, thoroughly entranced in a beautifully transcendent guided meditation, I found myself in the grips of the most powerful force of energy I ever met. Hello, Metatron.

The weight of the collective Universal energy quite literally brought me to my knees. It was too much. Heavy. Crushing. Beautiful. Godlike. I was not worthy. Or maybe I was? Either way, I knew then that I had to be very careful with who, what and when I invited the energy in.

That experience was so overwhelmingly powerful, it actually scared me into retreat. Instantly I understood my spiritual connection to the entire Universe—and my fear of tapping into something that, without knowing how to control its influence—could be both spiritually enlightening and physically dangerous. Sounds like a drug, right? Oh it is.

Much like a dry sponge, just add water and the sponge becomes full, to the point of being unable to absorb any more. I too absorb what surrounds me. Sometimes without wanting to. But what if the sponge could choose what to soak up, or when? Would it decide to still take on all that water weight? Or would it keep the water from entering its space? Would the sponge protect its shape and dimension, and avoid the water?

After learning of my clairsentient ability nearly 15 years ago, over time and with practice, I have learned a few moderately effective methods of managing this invasive influx of “stuff.” Now, when I am aware in advance) of a situation that may affect my natural state, I prepare my body with a meditation and mantra for spiritual protection. This routine works well for me—and I rarely need to balance after encountering a problematic field of energy.

And on Friday night—the night of my party—I forgot. Many things slipped my mind actually, but most importantly I failed to invoke the “bubble” of protection before 24 lady friends arrived at my home. Of course, thinking back on the hectic schedule—especially after four hours of CPR training, and performing chest compressions all morning—it probably would have been wise to shower, or at the very least, freshen up with even a stroke of deodorant, toothpaste, makeup…

But they started arriving and I kept moving.

The party was fun, and the individual energies were amazingly positive, shining brightly and perfectly in their own state. But collectively, my home filled quickly with two dozen feminine energies, their mingling frequencies electrified the air around us. This was undeniably one of the most amazing spiritual experiences to date for me. An abundance of powerful love energy, I felt positively charged with overwhelming gratitude and joyful exuberance.

My empathic soul binges on an abundant spread of divine goddess energy—old souls and new—my soul is fed full. Later brought to tears—in humbled gratitude, grateful and so universally blessed for having had the unique opportunity to experience our spiritual connections. Similar to cosmic nerves simultaneously firing every direction, all at once—an experience near to an omnipresence—for which I can’t seem to find the right words for.

I can tell you that this is the natural communication of our ascended selves. Our soul circle communication is energy, bright light, silent yet heard, powerfully hypnotic, genuine and full of love.

My spiritual body, elated and joyful. My human body however is physically spent, full of minor aches and pains, especially the residual headache. My home carried the energy for a few days. Finally smudging it and myself clean with a stick of Shaman-blessed sage. The spiritual cleanup is exhausting and takes days to fully clear.

Overwhelmed by everything and everyone—I am left feeling lost and frustrated. My bubble mantra prevents the inevitable damage. But it also prevents the feeling of joy the experience brings altogether.

The creative expression required after such an overload…to wring out the water from the sponge…for me, this means I must journal about it and meditate on the subject further, always grateful for the joy of living in the light that each day brings. Blessings be.

I am the sponge.  And the sponge doesn’t get to choose. I do.

P.S. I have never discussed this “ability” in an open forum. Only a few people know this about me—or knew this about me. Here is a link to an article about the Empath. How many traits do you carry around?



P.C. Shoffner – ©2015

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The Poet

Love Shines
Truth Knows
Kindred Spirits
Old Souls
Beauty Fears
Passion Rocks
Wisdom Listens
Ego Talks
Trust Your Self

© 2015 – P.C. Shoffner

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Freedom to Express My Soft and Fluffy Self


How do we go about profiling ourselves? What do we want others to know and ultimately appreciate about us? Words are so fun, yet so damned intimidating.

At last, I think I have found the right words to express my soft and fluffy self.

If you’re looking for Barbie – I ate her for breakfast. (Just kidding. I prefer dark meat).

My friends describe me as fun, witty, intelligent, optimistic and kindhearted. My guiding principle is integrity (how you act when no one is looking). I am honest, almost to a fault. I am bold and beautiful, through and through. I know who I am and what I want. Most people are attracted to my sense of humor (as twisted as it can sometimes be), my easy-going nature, overall lightheartedness and electric spiritual energy.

I am fun to be around and have no problem with making friends socially, professionally or otherwise. I am an eternal optimist and can find the positive in any situation.

And I hate to shop. Sorry, fellas. (No, seriously).

I am a divorced mother of three children – but don’t run for the hills just yet – I’m not looking for a “baby daddy.” Their father is an active and integral part of their daily lives. We shared 15 years of marriage – now we share 50/50 custody weeks. Now, having every other week off from motherhood, I really have some time to explore new relationships.

Honestly, I never thought I would ever be here – single. I was a devoted wife and mother who worked hard to maintain a beautiful home, have fun, set a good example for my children, and gave everything I had to everyone else. Everyone else but me. I learned rather quickly that by sacrificing my happiness for the sake of my family, I wasn’t doing anyone any favors. Ultimately, my (ex) husband found comfort in the arms of another woman (for the second time) and I found comfort in kicking his ass to the curb.

Personal growth. Respect. Honesty. Integrity. Loyalty. Humor. Kindness. Non-judgment. Drama free. These things are all personal qualities I possess, and offer my future partner, and what I will expect in return. I drink on occasion and hope to quit smoking for good someday. My partner will be comfortable leading by example and being a positive role model for everyone else in the family.

If you are an addict or an alcoholic, I’m not the girl for you.

I love to fish, hike and camp, and snuggle next to a warm fire. I am equally comfortable at home and in bed. I love good sex and never claim to have a headache. Actually, orgasm produces oxytocin, which eliminates headaches, so women who claim to have a headache just plain irritate me.

I am looking for romance, chivalry, passion, adventure, a fabulous sense of humor, intelligent conversation, shared interests and a joke (dirty or otherwise) from time to time. I love to have fun, laugh, play, kiss, hug, hold hands, eat great food, enjoy a drink here or there, and make people laugh. I used to be an adrenaline junkie and have gone skydiving, bungee jumping and rock climbing. I don’t do it any more, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t again. I face my fears head on – except for spiders – that would be your job.

I am a pretty good shot when it comes to billiards, but not so much with a .357 – not for lack of trying. I play an average game of chess and enjoy games like cribbage, scrabble, and trivial pursuit. One game of pictionary had me laughing so hard, I farted loud enough for everyone to hear. Now that was fun!

Is it too early to mention power tools?

I live in a small mountain town in Southwest Colorado. I don’t make a lot of money, but I have a job that makes me happy and affords me the opportunity to make a difference in my own community. I am a good listener, attentive, ready to make the quick decision if need be, and can remain calm and resilient in a crisis.

I’m not sure I can successfully navigate a long distance relationship, but I am willing to try. If the opportunity presents itself, and Mr. Right On The Button sweeps me off my feet, relocation is a welcomed possibility.

If you like your women full-figured (soft and fluffy) then please, by all means, inquire within.

© 2015 – P.C. Shoffner

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What The (F-Word) is Happening to Me?


Not many people understand, or even care to, the astrological influences we humans are constantly subjected to. For some, it’s no more than reading our daily horoscope – which oftentimes is so general that it could be made to apply to anyone and everyone, or no one in particular. The more I learn, the more I understand how much the planets and their transits impact our lives.


The past six months have been especially hard for me personally. But after listening to this 20 minute presentation on the specific impressions our universe has made on our lives, (this one report only covers the past month or so) I have come to a deeper, more appreciative state of awareness. More importantly, I know that I’m not going bat-shit crazy after all.

My life has turned upside-down and inside-out, and after filing for divorce yesterday (in a “you’ve tap-danced on my last nerve” moment), the energy of the astrological movements (as explained here) makes so much sense for me, that I couldn’t stop myself from literally breaking down, sobbing like a child, the flood of emotions just came through.

Some of my questions answered, and some concerns addressed, but when the video was over, thankfully I was left with feeling reassured, my thoughts and emotions somewhat recollected and resolved. I am also, if nothing else, resolute in the knowledge that our lives are not always in our control.

If you’ve had a tough month with emotional upheaval in your relationships, listen up. Namaste.