Emotions are licensed to kill.

My emotions are more dangerous than I thought.
They are licensed to kill and they kill freedom!

It started with a letter from a council officer who said to cut back the plants that were encroaching onto the footpath.

Well…. it was spectacular how that letter hit a raw nerve….I saw red, totally lost it and off my rocker I went.
The emotional outburst that followed was one a 3 year old would be proud of.

“How dare they. I will cut nothing, I will plant even more plants, cover the whole footpath, the whole street for that matter and blow the council and the idiot who complained”.
And on and on I went, spending quite some time on that fury, ending up ripping the whole of mankind to shreds.
After I ran out of steam I went on with the day, albeit still boiling slightly and wasting a lot of time by telling everybody I met about this assault on my sanctuary.

In this mood, I could easily enroll others in an emotional smear campaign against councils, I could easily keep the fire of my fury going and then I would feel totally in my right to ring up the council guy and be obnoxious, self righteous and totally inclined to disobey the law.
And what for????
I don’t know…but once I was caught up in my emotions I couldn’t stop indulging myself in my anger, in my hate for hierarchy, in short indulging myself in bad feelings. Although I might have had some fun in letting rip, I think I underestimated the damage that indulging in bad feelings can do AND it certainly didn’t solve anything.

So while I was raving on and got imprisoned and side tracked by my own emotions, John was free to go outside, to look at the situation, cut the flax and branches of the trees, to ring the guy from the council, have a clarifying and productive conversation and all that took him one hour of his time.
And what is more, no bad emotional vibrations contaminated his personal energy, the energy of the council guy, the earth or the universe.
Free and clean were his dealings, and mine…..well they were indulgent and driven by my emotions which were locking me in.
My emotions were killing my freedom to act with integrity, contaminating my own environment and killing the good my own plants were doing to boot.
Poor things.
My plants would have survived the haircut, but absorbing my bad energy was a bigger ask.

Mike Dooley says this about thoughts; “Thoughts become things, choose the good ones”.
I say about emotions; “Emotions can kill, choose the good ones”.