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Locks vs open hearts

 I had an interesting call to handle this morning. During the course of my regular calls to the line which I offer my service as a psychic reader I received a new caller. This person was so overwhelmed that someone she deeply had feelings for was suffering emotional pain due to loss that she felt a need to reach out with a message of love and support to the gentleman. 

Her dilemma is that the person she clearly loves is already in a commitment with all of the trappings that come with being an integral part of an established unity. Though her call did not focus on anything of surprise to me as I receive many just like it her intensity was off the scale to reject any association with responsibility for her own happiness. On the one hand the person of interest concerned was always making everything all about him and pushing her aside. On the other hand she is aware he has past trauma regarding abandonment which he has disclosed to her. That he should take responsibility for his own life and decisions seemed a suggestion alien to her causing her to be reactively hostile. Her implication was that she was honourbound to save him and could not associate that same feeling toward herself.

Of course it is always a good gesture to offer love and support. Love can only be positive with good intention behind it. To love someone does not entitle us to a key to their life. It does not remove any barriers or guards they have put up to protect what is theirs, be that feelings, lifestyle, relationships or otherwise concerns that are theirs, or to the degree of having the wisdom of their own life to make their own decisions. 

The woman became agitated that the gentleman concerned responses to her personally were brief when she had offered love and attention although the man is still trying to maintain contact with her, but knows he is not in the frame of mind or at a time in his life where the future is balanced in front of him. There is not one aspect I mentioned or affirmed this woman could not see or agree was correct. However she said she was more confused than before. Why? Simply put she wanted someone else to tell her what to do. Another can guide you to see what you already know when you are angry with life or regretful that you are hurting or not being kind to yourself. Another person may choose to turn the lock on their own heart and when they have it is for us to respect their wishes and needs. To truly love ourselves and pay attention to our own actions and reactions is to empower ourselves with kindness and certainty. 



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