"Yoga"? Delusion VIII, Part 1
I once heard from a yoga instructor that nettles are home to mosquitoes.
And I understood this to mean that the mosquitoes in the last birth were nettles. I have built my own Theory of Evolution on this basis.
Once, I proudly shared my thoughts with society.
"Let's look at a nettle thorn. Does it look like anything?" So I began my presentation with a question.
"Of course! Like a mosquito's nose!" I answered myself.
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Sometimes a mosquito home is just a home...
Apparently it meant that mosquitoes live in nettles.
I would need to pay attention to the attitude towards me outside the yoga group
When I was inspired by the teachings of yoga, I left classes, it seemed the whole world was rejoicing at the newly made adept.
The sun shines gently. The sky seems brighter. The nightingale plays trills just for me.
I mastered the silly happy smile that never left my face.
And then one day one incident made me think ...
I live in the village. Came for the summer months. I work remotely. Rather, I have been working for many years to turn this work into remote work. All day I sit by the computer. Although life requires constant movement in order to survive. But more about that some other time.
Living in a village it is difficult not to take advantage of the opportunity that has come up and not to walk "in the fresh air". In general, there is fresh air all around ... I walk to the forest and back. It takes about half an hour.
Here you need to add an important detail that may seem insignificant, but played a key role in this story.
I go for a walk with a shovel ... Yes, yes - with a real shovel. Ground digging tool. Completely iron, only the handle at the end has a plastic cover. Heavy.
It all started with this shovel ... No, not like that ... This shovel became a catalyst ... It became an incentive ...
It is better to describe the situation itself, and then draw some conclusions. But the find is too good! Catalyst shovel. The shovel is the key to everything.
So I went for another walk. To the forest.
Damn, there are so many details! And important details. And it is better to mention these details in order to draw the full picture of what happened.
Let's try a list.
1. Shovel.
2. Unmown grass.
3. Theft of the forest.
Perhaps these three components of this tangle of events should be mentioned.
Now let's expand item number one.
I have had a craving for martial arts for a long time. A couple of years ago, here in the village, I was mastering kata with a stick. Instead of real "joe" I used a shovel handle. Wood. Having mastered the kata with a handle, I tried it with a shovel. The same one. At first, I waved it with enthusiasm, came up with a couple of exercises to strengthen the hands, which I did on the way to the forest. Then the enthusiasm faded, but somehow I got used to carrying a shovel with me and never parted with it. Over time, I noted the following with satisfaction. If at first it was not easy to carry this heavy instrument, the hands were buzzing upon returning home. By now I hardly notice it. The instrument became an "extension of the hand".
Self-defense was the initial motivation for carrying a shovel. A walk in the forest is a rather dangerous activity. The forest is full of animals. Mosquitoes - a mosquito net saves from them. And what about wild boars, moose, wolves? Even a very disgruntled fox can be dangerous. Once I was almost attacked by seagulls, but that's a completely different story.
In general, the presence of something long and heavy in the hand is very conducive to a good mood.
And most importantly, people. Mushroom pickers are armed with knives, sometimes of amazing sizes. Tourists with guard dogs. Drunk "on vacation". Hunters with guns - these come in the late afternoon.
And see point 3 - people stealing the forest. These can be the most dangerous. And more on that later.
So this year, the neighbors spoiled my mood with special zeal ... Therefore, my section of the street was mowed down unpretentious, but it's hard to find fault --it is clear that they were mowing. The area near the house is poorly mowed . And behind --not mowed at all.
Why is it important ?. Because this year the grass and weeds are especially dense. This is the warming of the climate. By the way, I can tell you separately that when I first came to the village a couple of years ago, the weeds And the weather this year is warm and rainy. In general, the grass in the rear area is practically impassable. And the last couple of years the weeds are taller than me.
And for a walk, I go through the back section. Now it is clear?
These days, because of the unmown grass, I was forced to go for a walk through the village, and not, as usual, through my backyard. I walked along the main street (and it is alone), past all the houses. Then I walked out onto the road that runs past the village. Cars drive along this road. From the forest. And into the forest.
And I moved towards. Down this road. And it so happened that at the same time a team of lumberjacks was returning. Which took the stolen logs out of the forest. And the customer was waiting for them at the crossroads. That is, I walked by at the moment when the transfer of the stolen logs to the buyer was to take place.
Here I can be interrupted and corrected. They say you are mistaken. They are honest, kind, good people. Yes, they were driving from a forest with logs. It is a crime? And they met their good old friend.
And I do not mind that they are kind and good people. But are they honest? If they were honest, they would not take out logs from the forest, but garbage and branches for processing. Since their license is most likely for clearing the forest, and not for felling.
Why do I think so? And I watched their work all summer. It so happened that where I walk in the woods, they were just engaged in felling. Moreover, there are trees marked with red paint for felling - obviously bad, but they did not touch them. And obviously good trees were cut down. And they did not take out the branches and garbage. On the contrary, they dirtied the forest with their garbage and the branches from their cutting only became more. And they knocked down a lot of young, good forest, making their way to their chosen trees. The forest there now looks like after the bombing.
And why did these honest people, seeing me, out of fright unload the logs at the edge of the village, and not take them to their old friend, who was waiting for them at the crossroads?
And you will laugh ... But the next day I went for a walk again. Believing in the honesty of people. And the situation repeated itself. Again I met the lumberjacks. A good old friend was waiting for them again. Probably again he was passing by by chance. Again, they had to dump the logs at the edge of the village.
Although I am not describing all this in order to bring someone to clean water.
And for what?
This is where we get to the point. When I went for a walk again, they were already waiting for me. The same "old friend". By car. I reviewed it. A young man with a decent black beard in the current fashion. Strong physique.
This time he was sitting in the car. Lowering the side window. A girl from our village stood at the door. I never spoke to her. Only greeted from afar.
This time she did not greet me. And she began to quickly approach me.
"Why are you walking here?"
I was not surprised.
"I'm for a walk here ..."
It looks like she was not amused by the hidden humor in the answer.
"Why with a shovel? What are you digging there?"
I began to explain that I was not digging anything. And the shovel is for training. And defiantly began to twist the shovel in his hand.
"Look, there are timber trucks here ..."
"What do I care about timber trucks?"
I began to turn around politely but decisively, turning my side to her, making it clear that the conversation was over.
But she was already leaving.
Interesting dialogue? No.
The content of the dialogue is interesting. And it was filled with hidden meaning.
Well, at first glance. What are people usually told? Note - to semi-familiar people. With whom, note again, we have never spoken before. They only greeted.
That's right, they say "Sorry!" "Sorry!" "May I bother you for a moment?"
Then. You need to have a weighty reason in order to approach a person so easily.
Is it more interesting now?
What happened?
1. I was brazenly stopped.
2. I was unceremoniously interrogated.
3. And most importantly. I was threatened!
Take a look at my answers. I made excuses. As if I was to blame!
And yet, in my place, in such a situation, even a very polite person would not talk. After the very first words "Why are you walking here?"
But I understood the context of the dialogue!
So I made excuses. Because I was grateful.
Grateful? For what?
For not being killed. Which is unlikely. But probably. Let me remind you that I witnessed a crime.
I was grateful not to be beaten. But this was very likely.
And now you can see the situation in a completely different light.
They came up to me and made mercy ... Yes, yes! They just did me good! Warned. And at that limit of politeness that criminals are capable of. In this situation. When I distract them from stealing. Have you tried taking a bone from a dog?
Let's get back to the dialogue. Let's translate what is happening into the language of animals.
They growled at me. And I whimpered in response. And then, I set my tail between my legs, I ran away.
Although not quite I with my tail between my legs and not quite I'm whining.
Recall that I held a shovel in my hand and even twisted it in the air.
Perhaps the shovel saved me...
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to be continued
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