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I can tell you what it is not. It is not empathy with Floyd's mother (for empathy is consoling). It is not compassion with Floyd who may be rather disorientated now that his life may well have been terminated in untimely fashion, but I reserve caution on this judgement even, for what ***do we know*** about the timing regards the passing over into another form of existence? What is the game of preditor/prey, victim/attacker really about as per seen from a spiritual vangage point? Anger has its place. It is a great Mover. It sets things in motion, declogs, uplifts, activates. But now how to act effectively? What needs to be moved and where to? What needs to be done that is not wasteful of our life-time? How can we be more beautiful dancers? If my friend had done his homework that day, he would have known to answer me at least – even if he had failed in the moment – in the vein of knowing: #### that anger must be guarded against, as a destructive force before it strikes a flame. Once it has caught onto something inflammable within there will be fire where there is no possibility or necessity to act. You can then only let it consume you to the point of exhaustion (yell into the wind); or you can pull apart/remove the inflammable source and find a method of dousing. Right timing plays a big part in understanding what all this knowing entails and how to effectively set to work on it. Were it not poor timing, I'd hand you a ## Trip Tip to Fansipan, the Roof-top of Indo China and meet up with somebody who knows how to handle all emotion that just plain makes you miserable ![image.png](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmYTFHzLnkWK9yYTcj31YQ5n7JNzSAwxeocGLBMdDecNgh/image.png) > Once we *get it*, have our most powerful moment of AHA! That works any which way around, as light that hits off what is in its way – so brightly, blindingly, as if only to show where it passes through effortlessly, namely your eyeballs right into your brain to form a concept otherwise known as emotion – we begin to relax and heal or become whole, that is: wholly human, holy beings. ### The Milk Imagination Exercise Common sense knows: we cannot cry over spilt milk, nor must we ignore the spillage. This language informs us of our rational self, which always offers us the first time-out from anger. It recommends we do something practical about a situation and leave personal frustration out of it. Think of a drink of milk; set it on the table before a toddler; imagine yourself at 8 in the morning, face half made up, one kid still in bed contemplating the fate of the Great Auk and the next thousand birds faced with extinction, the baby hanging from a teet, the blender cap missing, the Nespresso cups finished, and oooopsy-daisy, there goes gravity playing its funny little trick and the toddler on her hands and knees now asks for a straw, because she remembers she is not a cat and may not lick the floor. However practical a household situation may be, even then we find it hard to know what to do (first/next/at all). How far can we go regards the analysis of this wasted milk? This spoiled carpet? This hyper-active child? This careless placement of the tumbler? https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmRuv67qbYkvyvPKnGCRqas4QUtKdwqtgbSb565dqRpQor/image.png [truck accident]( https://www.piqsels.com/en/public-domain-photo-fexid) Some spills are larger than others. But everything is always relative and can only ever be known from the knower's stand point. ### Shall we cry (bloody murder)? Let's calmly consider how effective that will be. Does it bring Floyd back to life? Unh-un. Does it stop cops killing the next innocent man? Not a chance. Does it stop cops getting killed so that their colleagues won’t use incommensurate amounts of force on innocent members of the public, apprehended merely out of the officer’s fear that finds people looking suspiciously like a perpetrator by default: looking remotely strong enough to lift a spoon (does it take much more strength to pull a trigger, switch out a blade, or hey, let’s modernise our forms of attack and mention a sneeze or a cough)?

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In one short bullet point then: ### # Change begins with taking a different stance ### Suggestion: After you have noted that you feel anger, start converting this energy in to grief by bringing it in very close to your heart. What saddens you?

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### Be effective with your anger! See it as a privilige that you can, at least, feel that much. Anger may be our last port of call, on that front, before we turn into transhuman zombies. Understand, also, how anger is a call to be better at being your true self. For trust you me, we are only ever angry about something we feel we own, or are indellibly connected to and fear we will lose. Anger is also that belaying device for when we aspire to higher ground. So yes, when we identify threats to our most precious commodity: our own life or that life which is a direct extention of our own (as it flows through our beloved or dearly beloved brethern), we react with the only two options available to us: fight or flight. But perhaps it is time to reassess these options in the light of right effort, action, view, resolve, and general attitude? This is not a call to be passive, but on the contrary: to become **extraordinarily** vigilant, every waking second, and to note your every twinge within, before an external picture alerts you to the source of you **own problems/misery/suffering**. ### Respect Free Will! Discover your own pain. And own it. Do not lightly expose it: it cannot be shared, it can only infect. Transform it! Into a creative constructive force. A project (a life well-lived) *can* be shared! It will attract goodness and mercy and this is all we can really ever hope to pass on in a totally free state of existence. The rest will always be imposition and redirection and as such, where it affects others involuntarily, a violation of free will.

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### The Value of Emotional Distancing Can we start to heal our life by keeping our distance from others and use their presence only to confirm our own? There is peace to be found in the distance from our own emotions, which we let mirror in others by nature. If we remain Pavlovian in our sympathy/antipathy mechanism we will be doomed. Sensing this to be true we panic and revolt. Press pause, take a few deep breaths and change your ideas on this perhaps, no? There is joy to be had in learning to draw in your spikey aura to form an etheric egg of promise around yourself. Be cute as you tread lightly. ---- #### Photo Credits: - Top: clear glass cannister with flour and pear is by [Ilinca Roman](https://unsplash.com/photos/bmZ66f7EtBE) - The tower is Landmark 81, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, taken by the same man who took the Buddha seated up high in the cultural complex on Fansipan Peak in Sapa Town of Southern Lao Cai province, the amazing photographer (you climb that high!) [Constant Loubier](https://unsplash.com/photos/4tF8ZAMUE1g) - The lion is by the stout of heart [Jean Wimmerlin](https://unsplash.com/photos/tmQn_4bmUHs) - The hedgehog by the endeared [Nicolas Savignat](https://unsplash.com/photos/AF9V6rg-cnk)