In the past five months I have taken all my senses, all my capacities inward, and to sensing and feeling.
The brain plasticity allows you to re-organize what you use to get valid information about your world, and I moved all my available capacities to inner and outer sensation.
You, on the other hand, have moved all your available capacities to the mind, where it intermingles with untruth… but this article is not about that.
Anyway, this morning I was paying attention to the dynamic between the world and me… to the attitudes and feelings of critters around, small and big, and I saw something that shook me up a bit.
They are just minding their own business, and wham, you throw chemicals at them, you pull them up in a vacuum, you pour water with chemicals on them…
From their point of view, you are the bad White Man who drove the natives out of the land.
This is not a political statement, so don’t go there, if you do, you miss what is important: unless you can have empathy for “the other”, whether it is your spouse, your mother in law, your parent, your neighbor, your co-worker, your boss, you’ll have a life of struggle.
In team sports, one of the jobs of the coach is to spy on the opponent: see what they do, how they do it, what style they play, what is their mindset.
The best coaches do that, and allow their team an insight into how the other team is thinking. When you have that, truly, then you can beat them at their own game.
I am not a good strategist, I am not good at it: after all this is the first time I got conscious of the dynamic, that for the other you are the opponent, you are the enemy, you are the one they MUST best, if they want to survive.
I have had some inkling of this truth with a long time associate of mine, someone who used to work for me as a photographer.
At the time I was too busy to counter his moves, but as an empath I did see them, and yet I was his puppet… The only thing I could do to “win” is to fire him.
He was overpaid, he was a bad worker, he gossiped about me with anyone who was willing to listen, then came to the office and without saying a word, started to massage my sore arms and shoulders, and got away with it all… Very funny. If you saw it in a movie, you would laugh out loud.
Years later he came back to my life, because he needed me, needed my brain. This time we lived in different states, so he did the equivalent of massaging my arms with words: buttering me up, he called it.
Others have two main ways to eliminate you as someone who encroached on their space, the space they call their own… 1
The two ways are: attack or buy (seduce, enslave, charm their pants off… etc.) You’ll choose the way according to your temperament.
The third way is to get out of their way, and to be truthful, that is my way.
I think the main reason I was interested in the inner workings of a human, was to be able to effectively get out of others way while still have some remnant of life in which to live.
I think that way works for me… Outwardly I shrink, inwardly I grow.
So, let me return to the insects that I have been occupied with for the past five months: from their point of view, you are “the other”, invaded their Lebensraum, and depending on the temperament of the insect, they will “deal with you.”
Most have persistence as their way, being indestructible… it’s a numbers game. Others are clever, hide, try another way, trick you, lull you into believing that you won, and whammmo.
Their biting is either for food and sustenance, or for self-protection.
If you can get into their head, you can beat them at their own game.
That’s why you needed an empath to solve the puzzle of the biting mite epidemic. That is, if you consider it solved, in spite of the fact that you can’t actually can get rid of them, in the world, just like you could not get rid of terrifying diseases, like small pox.
This “disease” is not less significant, by the way, especially because the disease causing activity happens below the visible, inside, and by the time you discover it, you are dead.
- Hitler even said it, of course in German: Lebensraum, living space, room to live.
You’d call it elbow-room, room to dance, freedom to move, safe space… Hitler didn’t invent it. He talked, masterfully, to the inner need of every person, the inner need of every group to be master instead of slave, to be hunter instead of hunted.