12-02-2017, 12:02 AM
rosygyro wrote:
when i run something over, i immediatly assess two aspects of my energy form.. the part that wanted to steer into the impact. (tends to be a very orange stream of deeper subconsious will) and the part of me which was tending toward "i swerve to avoid animals" (a very thin translucent lightblue atmospheric feeling).
only last week.. TWO rabbits ran out at the same distace apoart as the front wheelbase of the truck.. If i hadnt put on the brakes it would have been a double KO for sure and so i do consider how much the animals "want" to run headlong into the illuminated mechanical unknown versus the wear and tear of a hedgerow existence.
When it comes to animals i have a few beliefs-
I very recently had to poison probably hundreds of cockroaches. I didn't enjoy it. The thing is, they kept dying on their own initiative. They're so smart and adaptable and hard to kill, but also so stupid they'll fall into a glass of water and drown. I tried all kinds of "natural" remedies to just chase them away, but nothing worked. They were just so stupid they'd crawl down the drain, we wouldn't even know they were there, and they'd be scalded to death by hot water or drowned. Some of them got into spaces they couldn't get out of and died, presumably of thirst, and others were so stupid they got their legs stuck on something sticky and just died there. Sometimes I'd find them messed up somehow, like they couldn't walk anymore and their survival was not viable so I put them out of their misery. I have killed many insects like this, because I believed a quick death between my fingers or under a rock was better than crouching on broken legs as they slowly died of thirst.
One time in a biology class we bred fruit flies to study their genetics. I forget the point, but it was something about their eye color and whether they had short wings or long wings, I think, and what happened when you bred all these types together, which traits were dominant and which were recessive.
At the end we killed them all. It was one of the saddest things I've ever seen, but not because of the dead fruit flies... because no one else saw the problem.
There was actually a guy from Nepal in that class and when I thought he could hear me I said a little Kali prayer I knew, as he poured tranquilized fruit flies into a jar of poison. Kali is not the most popular goddess in Nepal but I figured he'd recognize that I was doing Sanskrit at least.
Another time I came out of the woods high on mushrooms with my third eye wide open while the Nepali guy and his other Nepali friend were walking the other way dressed up in absurd white people clothes and carrying tennis rackets. I waved at them. They waved back. I think we all got the joke at least.
But anyway... cockroaches. I hated to buy those poison traps, but if I didn't kill them quickly, they'd have spread to the neighbors who would probably have killed them worse.
when i run something over, i immediatly assess two aspects of my energy form.. the part that wanted to steer into the impact. (tends to be a very orange stream of deeper subconsious will) and the part of me which was tending toward "i swerve to avoid animals" (a very thin translucent lightblue atmospheric feeling).
only last week.. TWO rabbits ran out at the same distace apoart as the front wheelbase of the truck.. If i hadnt put on the brakes it would have been a double KO for sure and so i do consider how much the animals "want" to run headlong into the illuminated mechanical unknown versus the wear and tear of a hedgerow existence.
When it comes to animals i have a few beliefs-
I very recently had to poison probably hundreds of cockroaches. I didn't enjoy it. The thing is, they kept dying on their own initiative. They're so smart and adaptable and hard to kill, but also so stupid they'll fall into a glass of water and drown. I tried all kinds of "natural" remedies to just chase them away, but nothing worked. They were just so stupid they'd crawl down the drain, we wouldn't even know they were there, and they'd be scalded to death by hot water or drowned. Some of them got into spaces they couldn't get out of and died, presumably of thirst, and others were so stupid they got their legs stuck on something sticky and just died there. Sometimes I'd find them messed up somehow, like they couldn't walk anymore and their survival was not viable so I put them out of their misery. I have killed many insects like this, because I believed a quick death between my fingers or under a rock was better than crouching on broken legs as they slowly died of thirst.
One time in a biology class we bred fruit flies to study their genetics. I forget the point, but it was something about their eye color and whether they had short wings or long wings, I think, and what happened when you bred all these types together, which traits were dominant and which were recessive.
At the end we killed them all. It was one of the saddest things I've ever seen, but not because of the dead fruit flies... because no one else saw the problem.
There was actually a guy from Nepal in that class and when I thought he could hear me I said a little Kali prayer I knew, as he poured tranquilized fruit flies into a jar of poison. Kali is not the most popular goddess in Nepal but I figured he'd recognize that I was doing Sanskrit at least.
Another time I came out of the woods high on mushrooms with my third eye wide open while the Nepali guy and his other Nepali friend were walking the other way dressed up in absurd white people clothes and carrying tennis rackets. I waved at them. They waved back. I think we all got the joke at least.
But anyway... cockroaches. I hated to buy those poison traps, but if I didn't kill them quickly, they'd have spread to the neighbors who would probably have killed them worse.