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Saturday, February 28, 2015
Blame it on the Reptile*
*Not the one
from the Garden of Eden. I mean the old brain stem, the Reptilian Brain.
A home buyer
noticed construction close by the home he was considering purchasing, and asked
his agent what it was.
know,’ the agent answered, “a shopping center I think.” (He had heard that one
was going in somewhere in the vicinity.)
buying the house, the client found that it was not a shopping center, but a
bottling plant, and he turned the agent over to the Grievance committee, where
they faulted the agent.
Here you can
worry about casual remarks, plain old conversation, and corporate stupidity.
man and his wife were about to board a cruise ship. Before boarding they were asked
to fill out a form . One of the questions was : ”Have you been sick within the last week?”
checked the yes box, then quickly realized his mistake. He had not been sick,
so he scratched out the YES box and checked the NO.
Do you think
he got to board?
First they had medical personnel come from the
ship and take the man’s temperature, then, although his temperature was normal,
he was denied boarding.
Whoa, and we don’t know the planning that went into
that vacation, where he traveled from, how much his plane fare cost, or long he
had looked forward to it.
abounds. Or is it fear?
Are we so
afraid of getting something wrong that we have become stupid?
Blame it on
that old reptilian brain, the primitive brain stem that lies under our higher
“Thinking brain?” This reptilian brain controls our vital organs, our heart,
our lungs, that is the autonomic system, so we don’t have to think about such
things as digesting our food.
looks out for our physical well-being. Using this brain we can jump out of the
way of a careening bus without thinking about it. We might fight off an
attacker, or lift a car off a loved one if need be. The Reptilian brain has our
best interests at heart…
HOWEVER, it is always looking for
nothing of SPIRIT. It knows nothing of the higher working of the brain. It
doesn’t know that guidance, intuition or well being exists.
someone wants to get the human animal, or any animal for that matter, into a
state of discontent, of confusion or turmoil, go after the reptilian brain. Let
it believe it is in danger.
animals are faced with danger they run, that’s a prey animal. If they fail, they get eaten—end of animal. If
the human animal, the predator, fails or gets it wrong, they fear being
humiliated, or ostracized, or unloved. Being ostracized is so serious that
ancient cultures used it as punishment, and often, without their tribe, that ostracized
person died. It was essentially a death sentence.
But, if you
are a good horse trainer (and it’s all about horse training) you will want the
animal to want to be with you. In that case you will provide comfort, safety,
food, and fun.
What if we
used that training on the old reptilian brain? Calmed the savage beast so to speak.
There is an
old Native American tale: Two dogs were fighting. One Native asked the dog’s
owner which dog would win. Replied the owner, “The one I feed.”