What if you could literally see someone’s inner workings? You know, like gazing into their energetic field, processing their aura like a cosmic mood ring? Well, that’s precisely what some folks claim they can do—however, for the rest of us, it might feel a bit more like trying to read a menu in a dimly lit restaurant…with no glasses. Juli raises a compelling question about whether this ability could somehow be learned. Diving into personal experience, one author recalls being raised by a psychopath, bringing a unique perspective to the trial and error surrounding emotional radar. From charismatic charm to utter confusion, their journey reveals an unsettling truth: many people can be completely oblivious to the red flags waving right in front of them. What’s the impact of growing up in such an environment? Grab some popcorn and let’s explore the intricacies of recognizing psychopathy in ourselves and others—because, let’s be honest, we might all need a heads-up every once in a while! LEARN MORE.
“…Some people can apparently see the energetic field surrounding and powering a human (aura, chakras). I can’t and although I wish I could, I have my doubts that it it could ever become a “learned” skill. I’ve often wondered if they can “see” who is a psychopath/sociopath based on their energetic signature…”
Juli on Psychopaths and Hard Aspects in their Natal Chart
Really interesting thoughts. Click the link to real Juli’s entire comment. I wanted to address this part.
I can definitely spot a psychopath, and I believe it’s learned, at least in my case. I was raised by a psychopath, without a doubt. He chose me as his running buddy, so I spent a lot of time with him, watching him operate, but also watching the people he interacted with. Their utter cluelessness, in every case. Every case.
I don’t think a single person outside our family had an inkling…, well maybe his bosses, knew. I say, “bosses” because he had one job, my entire life, but he methodically got his bosses fired, at least ten of them. And trophies? Near the end of my father’s reign of terror in the workplace, the company was redoing the executive office. In this process, they replaced the toilet. My father brought the old toilet home, and set it in the corner of our patio, with each of their names spraypainted on it. He thought he was the shit with this.
So there was a difference between him and the people he interacted with. He had some peers around, over the years, but the overwhelming percentage of people he interacted with, were utterly confused by him.
In some cases, they were bowled over with his charisma. In other cases, they just couldn’t crack him, to save their life. The “Juvie Guy” story in my book is a perfect example of this phenomena.
I feel people were tripped up due primarily to their projection. They simply assumed my father was the same as them, internally. He was not. If a person could get around that…which, why would they? But if they could, they would see he was not like them… really, not like them. Then the veil drops.
The reason I think spotting them comes from experience and education – well, I just told you the main block. But later in my life, I encountered child psychopaths. In this area, I was the blind one. I had no experience with this. I suppose I thought, all children were terrific and anything that went wrong was the parent’s fault. Yeah, I know, I know. Stupid. But this is how it works. A person’s beliefs can block actual knowledge.
Today, I can spot a child psychopath as easy as an adult, because they have the same quality. There’s no telling how the child might evolve. My point is, when my father was chatting someone up, in any capacity, I would be listening for clues as to what he was going to do them, or with them. When I see a kid like this, I think the same thing, but in regards to the parents, or perhaps the teacher(s). I certainly know they’re in big trouble, and in almost all cases, have no earthly idea.
This is why I am always writing about learning to spot or ID your enemy. Our whole world is jacked because of people just like my father – just like him. And frankly, my life today is like it was then, in that people get played, all day long and they just can’t believe it. It’s discouraging.
It’s discouraging to grow up and have it be same-o!