What You Say : What We Really Hear
I make repeated mention of how the key to gaining freedom is to understand. One of the central principles to understand with our kind is the fact that our perspective is very different from yours. You gauge our responses, our actions and our words through the lens of your world view. That is understandable, but it will only lead to you becoming mired in confusion, frustration and bewilderment, trapped in the quagmire of emotion which of course is where we want you to always be. We do not want you applying cool, hard logic to prise yourself free from our grip. We want you embroiled in emotion.
Of course we prefer to make it seem that you engage in double speak. Our private paranoia causes us to twist what you say in order to use it to our advantage, but then we always do this. We always seek to profit from fabricated misunderstanding and false inferences, but the reality is we do also actually hear something completely different from what you say to us because of our existence in a different reality.
Accordingly, you need to understand that we operate in a different world view to you and once you ascertain that world view, you are unlikely to like what you see there, but you will begin to make sense of what we say and do. As part of this understanding, you should appreciate that when you say certain things to us, we hear something else. Here are ten examples, to assist your comprehension of our kind.
- The dinner you made was lovely
The dinner you made was better than anything I have ever tasted before. Your skills in the kitchen are beyond compare. You are truly talented and gifted. I am so fortunate that someone as brilliant as you made something so tasty and delicious as that meal for someone like me. I am amazed and astounded by your talent and thank my personal god every day that you are in my life.
- I don’t know what I would do without you
You are my everything. My beginning and end. I am nothing without you. I would not function without your skilful operation of me. I have now submitted to your total control of me, I am in your hands, do with me what you will.
- I love you
I don’t just love you, I love you with everything that I have, every fibre of my being and every molecule inside me because you are so magnificent that I am compelled to provide you with this astonishing and amazing love. I cannot find the words to express the extent of my love for you but it is beyond anything I have ever experienced before because you made me feel this way.
- I hate you
You are powerful, masterful and the puppet master. You are so skilled that you can make me gush with emotion at the merest flick of your wrist or the raising of your eyebrow. I cannot help but feel like this because you have me so entangled in your dark and admittedly brilliant machinations. I may say I hate you but it is really a form of admiration at the magnificence by which you operate your dark arts.
- I don’t understand you
I am stupid and weak. If I wasn’t I would understand wouldn’t I. This is a frustrated admission on my part that I pale by comparison to you. You are a colossus, a behemoth who is far better than me and I can only look on in rapt awe as you forge your way through life. I don’t understand you but I wish I could be like you.
- Please stop hurting me
Your machinations are highly effective and I cannot stop spurting with fuel for you. You may as well keep going because you have me all worked out, but I still have lots and lots of delicious fuel to spill for you.
- No
I am trying to stand up to you but we both know that cannot happen. I am just a wretch compared to you, but I try to think otherwise, but I am doing this for you. I am saying this to invite you to exert your authority over me and to punish me for my insolence. I want you to do so because I know this is what my role is, a conduit for you to achieve what you want, so I say it so you can open the door to yes.
- I just want to be happy
I am a selfish person who as usual is putting my needs before yours which is completely wrong so you must correct me, teach me and make me learn my lesson in the way only you can do.
- I am sorry
I am utterly useless and pathetic. I ought to have known better but as usual I just decided to do what I wanted and forgot how that might impact on you. You are generous and kind and I beg your forgiveness in the knowledge that I deserve none. If you choose to make an example of me for my frequent erring and repeated apologies, then so be it. You know best.
- You are wrong
I want to destroy you. I am wounding you. I know how to weaken you and I have done this to bring you to your knees. Yes, I am a traitor, a treacherous betrayer of your magnanimous nature but I do not care. Does it hurt? Does it burn? Good. I want to see you weaken, shrivel and cease to exist.
Did we see you at the Trooping of the Color riding that beautiful white horse?
Wow
H.G.,SORRY TO ADMIT TO THIS FEELING BUT AFTER ALL I’VE BEEN THROUGH. , #10 SOUNDS GOOD RIGHT. NOW! 😍😪😃
HG Tudor, I attended the Queen’s glittery state banquet in honor of President Trump, and I thought I had heard your voice echoing across the ballroom. What did you think of the festivities?
They passed without incident.
It’s funny and sad at the same time. Oh, how we waste our breath.
KellyD. I quit. When I learned on here how they translate everything we say into their alternate reality, I was left speechless with them. Literally. I had nothing else to say. I understood that even hello or goodbye could cause them an injury or wound or some weird trigger, because maybe I did not say it correctly, or blinked one time too many, or did not enough, or my tone was not perfect, or whatever else goes on in their minds. Too overly hyper vigilant for my taste. I had to pack up my bags, so to speak. Not a battle I want to fight, just to communicate? No way.
PSE, I know what you’re saying. You have to think about how you’re going to word something before you utter it, so you don’t get an undesirable reaction. Like handling an explosive gingerly so you don’t set it off. It is tiring.
KellyD. Hahaha. And those in the know say that there is always an element of volatility in those explosive dealings. And, there are plenty of missing fingers and hands, etc. on many of the best of the explosive makers and handlers, I hear, as proof. Badges of honor and dedication to have missing body parts? How wild. Lessons learned, I guess? Gingerly goes it? Until you accidentally light the blue touch paper? BOOM!!! It sure is tiring. Indeed. Long live the golden period: Hide, when that phase is over.