--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Xenophaneros Anartaxius" <anartaxius@...> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@> wrote: > > > Doc, cringing at being likened to a clam, I'm gonna use part of Xeno's > > analogy anyway. Now imagine our little clam not only having an evasively > > prodding starfish to contend with, but also a big crab with sharp claws > > and a bunch of slithery stingrays jabbing at her with their acidy > > tendrils. No wonder she blew a gasket and dropped a bomb on all of > > them! Psychologically raped! Then a wonderful pod of dolphins arrived > > and told our little clam that her bomb was on target. > > I was not imagining you as a clam, specifically. I was imagining anyone in > Robin's grip as a clam, including myself. It was a generalised analogy about > how it feels to be faced with no escape. When a clam is attacked, it clams > up. When no threat, it can open up. This is why techniques such as > meditation, contemplation, and questioning everything tend to be more > effective in the long run, than having one's stuff ripped open forcefully. > When the time is ripe, one's dark stuff will flow like blood in a massacre > unaided by any external prod. >
No escape from Robin's grip? Really? Did Robin's rip open your stuff forcefully? Did he cause your dark stuff to flow like blood in a massacre before it was ripe? What the hell are you talking about? Repeat after me: "I am the master of my destiny. Nobody fucks with me unless I allow it."
