Dearest Liz. Living in Hawaii has opened up your chi. The words, images, energy are flowing like water into your beautiful stories and are so wonderful to read. Thank you for sharing. I miss you.
Yes about the instinctual "stomach drop". I had this happen a few years ago when I had a major crush on a guy, told a friend about it, and then the next time I saw her she told me she'd hooked up with him. When she'd suggested we get together to "catch up" that night, I'd had a suspicion. When she came right out and confirmed it, I almost threw up across her coffee table. (I probably should have.) It wasn't so much the betrayal, but that my body just KNEW. And I knew on some level - I absolutely knew it. She was the type; she had mimetic desire in her DNA. I was stomach sick for another 2-3 days, not sleeping, not eating much. It hit hard...and I'm not really dramatic like that. A few more light betrayals from her in the following weeks & months and I cut ties entirely. I actually have gratitude for the experience for giving me such a strong example of that embodied KNOWING.
This one is interesting, I think we have evolved as such highly social creatures to know when something or someone isn’t right or is dangerous to us. Particularly as women, and often (though not in your story) the danger is a man - how often have I felt that animal fear or wrongness even when nothing on ther surface is wrong at all. Anyway, we should always listen shouldn’t we.
Gavin de Becker’s The Gift of Fear is one of my favorite books on the subject of self defense / tuning into intuition & fear when it comes to being a woman in the world
I was on assignment for Nat Geo in Wyoming visiting a school with an old building that had once been part of a dude ranch. I was walking down a steep flight of stairs with nobody in front of or behind me. The woman giving me the tour had just been mentioning how nobody liked working there after dark because the resident ghost would turn the lights off and on, and also run up and down the hallway making noise with its footsteps. I was like "Sure, haha, ok," when I suddenly felt two hands on my back giving me a strong push. Luckily my hand was on the bannister or I surely would have broken my neck falling down. Maybe the ghost wanted company! Anyway, I'm a believer now. Say hi to your grandma Frances for me!
Dearest Liz. Living in Hawaii has opened up your chi. The words, images, energy are flowing like water into your beautiful stories and are so wonderful to read. Thank you for sharing. I miss you.
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Yes about the instinctual "stomach drop". I had this happen a few years ago when I had a major crush on a guy, told a friend about it, and then the next time I saw her she told me she'd hooked up with him. When she'd suggested we get together to "catch up" that night, I'd had a suspicion. When she came right out and confirmed it, I almost threw up across her coffee table. (I probably should have.) It wasn't so much the betrayal, but that my body just KNEW. And I knew on some level - I absolutely knew it. She was the type; she had mimetic desire in her DNA. I was stomach sick for another 2-3 days, not sleeping, not eating much. It hit hard...and I'm not really dramatic like that. A few more light betrayals from her in the following weeks & months and I cut ties entirely. I actually have gratitude for the experience for giving me such a strong example of that embodied KNOWING.
Now...as to GHOSTS...
This one is interesting, I think we have evolved as such highly social creatures to know when something or someone isn’t right or is dangerous to us. Particularly as women, and often (though not in your story) the danger is a man - how often have I felt that animal fear or wrongness even when nothing on ther surface is wrong at all. Anyway, we should always listen shouldn’t we.
Gavin de Becker’s The Gift of Fear is one of my favorite books on the subject of self defense / tuning into intuition & fear when it comes to being a woman in the world
I was on assignment for Nat Geo in Wyoming visiting a school with an old building that had once been part of a dude ranch. I was walking down a steep flight of stairs with nobody in front of or behind me. The woman giving me the tour had just been mentioning how nobody liked working there after dark because the resident ghost would turn the lights off and on, and also run up and down the hallway making noise with its footsteps. I was like "Sure, haha, ok," when I suddenly felt two hands on my back giving me a strong push. Luckily my hand was on the bannister or I surely would have broken my neck falling down. Maybe the ghost wanted company! Anyway, I'm a believer now. Say hi to your grandma Frances for me!
Yikes! sounds like they need an exorcism!