Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘on severing the ties of desire while still caring about the outcome’

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Yeah, we clarks are like that…. all the time. Even when no one is looking, we’re trying to figure this, world and reality, people and relationships, thing out.

You know how cool this Wakefield Doctrine is, as a tool for better understanding the people in our lifes? Consider the last part of the last (complete) sentence. Where I say, ‘we’re trying to figure this thing out’. The Doctrine tells us that if you’re a clark, encountering that implication will increase your interest; if you’re a scott, and have nothing better to do at the moment, your curiosity is piqued, ( the essential difference: the amusement value a ball  or a ball with a little bell in its hollow center); and if you’re a roger, you’ll start to get annoyed. You know for a fact that, if the writer doesn’t want to (and can’t) express a complete thought, there are serious implications to how worthwhile any further investment of time might be and will look around (wherever you might be) and see how you’re feeling.


Today’s subtitle: ‘severing the ties of desire while still caring (enough to continue the implied effort) about the outcome’, is one of those goulash insights that we like people are totally prone to, as we go through our day, absorbing knowledge and information (mostly information and of that, the bulk of which might, on first blush, seem to be useless information). Every now and then, a set of stray words clump together in a new and interesting way. (Sort like, on the science channel, when they illustrate the galaxy and the solar system formed…. only way speeded up.)

So we’re all familiar with the famous observation/ lesson/ inference/ hey!-check-this-out-about-existance that asserts: ‘Desire is the root of all suffering’. Clearly this is an accurate assessment. But the question that popped into my head, (while playing solitaire, my preferred form of sitting zazen), was, so how then are we to self-improve ourselves, if we don’t care whether we succeed or not. (Imo) (the) desire is not, in and of itself, destructive; the relationship created (between us and the desired), is the culprit. To desire something (someone, whatever) is to identify outside of the self. And, as any good salesman will tell you, you not only want what you can’t have, you want what you can’t have more than is supported by the benefits inherent in the desired.

whoa, is it me or is this getting a little dense for a Tooesday post?

…fortunately, the Wakefield Doctrine has an answer. Well, not quite an answer, more of an illustration of how to not get trapped by the me/not-me conundrum so often waiting for those of us who try to be better lifeforms. The approach taken by the Doctrine to self-improvement can provide(an) additional perspective. And if there’s one thing we like, here at the Doctrine, it is to have additional perspectives.

Pick a quality, a personal characteristic that you believe would make you a better you. Chances are it’ll be something like, ‘I want to be more confident at work.’ or ‘I really would be happy if I didn’t lose my temper so quickly.‘ or even, ‘If I could stop being such a perfectionist, that’d be great!

The Wakefield Doctrine maintains that what others refer to as one’s personality type is simply a reflection of the character of our ‘predominant worldview’. Example: I live in the worldview of the Outsider. What accounts for those personality traits and characteristics that identify me as a clark is the fact that I grew up and encountered the world of the Outsider and so my social strategies, coping mechanisms, all the things that I say and do in the course of interacting with the world are those of a clark. This worldview can also be thought of as our personal reality, that part of life that is a melding of the subjective and the objective world. In a way, the Doctrine’s view of personality types is that each of us are demonstrating the best coping strategies we could develop, in response to the reality we grew up in.

Lucky for us, the Wakefield Doctrine allows that, though we live our lives in one predominant worldview (the Outsider, the Predator, the Herd Members), we never lost the potential to experience the world as do ‘the other two). As a result, when we talk about self-improvement, we’re actually focusing our efforts on discovering qualities that we already possess, albeit as a potential. But the important thing about this approach is that we’re not trying to learn something totally new. We self-improve by discovering and accepting and practicing those traits and characteristics that we would be exhibiting (as our personality type) had we grown up in one of ‘the other two worldviews’.

Well, that’s all the time we have today. Be sure to follow along in Part 2 as we continue the exploration of ‘The Passion of Mindfulness’


Hey!  You want to do me a favor?  Go to ‘Almira’ and read the latest, Chapter 37 and click on the ‘vote’ at the bottom of the chapter. It will help me with my standings on the site. And as we all know, we never really left high school and so the appearance of popularity is pretty much all thats necessary to succeed.




Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘and nothing can ever be the same again’

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


I thought I’d indulge in some nostalgia and use clips from a wonderful movie that I can’t say for certain I seen in it’s entirely and, by doing so, flash back to post-writing as it was in the early years of this here blog here.

That second point, the way we used to write posts? That was during the time when I would post something every single day. ‘But clark,’ you might be saying. ‘what possibly could provide interesting content in sufficient supply to fill a post every day?’

Good question.

But first our movie clip.

The Time Warp from Javier Martínez C. on Vimeo.


Almost too late. The future is eating my past. There is no clip from the Rocky Horror Picture Show that begins with Rick and Janet knocking on the door of Dr. Frank N Furter’s castle to ask to use the phone on youtub. There are tons of videos of stage plays based on the movie, clips of a movie about the movie, even some totally well-intentioned local drama club productions. But simple clips from the original? Gone like a life-giving nutrient inadvertently absorbed by a malignant tumor. The tumor grows and the host dies.

Well, that certainly puts a happy glow on the work week ahead, doesn’t it?


Anyway… the subtitle to today’s Post is from the above song. And it represents the second manifestation of nostalgia. There was a time that a song lyric or commercial on TV or even the label on a jar of pickles proved provocative enough to write a thousand words*… in the original sense of the word, of course

mid-15c., “eliciting,” from Middle French provocatif (15c.) and directly from Late Latin provocativus “calling forth,” from provocat-, past participle stem of Latin provocare (see provoke). Specifically of sexual desire from 1620s  (courtesy of our friends at the Online Etymology Dictionary)

Perhaps the point of today’s post is to remember that, just as the Doctrine would have us understand self-improvement, positive change is more a matter of will than effort.

The Wakefield Doctrine is a tool for understanding the world around us, especially as it’s applied to the people who make it up. The proper use of the Doctrine will allow a person to better understand themselves and therefore lead happier, more intentioned days.

So when you’re out there today** and you encounter people doing things that annoy or perplex you, consider:

  • if the sales clerk (who’s wearing all sorts of metallic shit on her/his face) looks back at you with an evasively hopeful expression but mumbles so badly that you want to shake them by the shoulders (which would result in a funny, cartoon dust cloud with things flying out of it, at first an earring and maybe an eyebrow stud, but would quickly escalate to, like, tin cans, nails, wrenches and finally a full-sized anvil) and say, ‘speak up’ Ask yourself: “Could this be one of those clarks that the Wakefield Doctrine speaks so enthusiastically of? Maybe, in the world of the ‘Outsider’ all that crap on her/his face is not awful, but a well-intentioned and thoroughly sincere badge of honor. Too bad! All that they have to do is speak clearly and look at me!”
  • your shift manager, boss, VP of HR, who always says ‘Good Morning’ or ‘Good Night’ (and follows each with a list of details describing what will follow in their lives for the day, whether they’ll be going to the gym, picking up the kids or mowing the lawn, there will be more information than you really need) has sent you an email, note, message or asked the admin to say something to you that makes you feel on the defensive, stop and ask yourself, “If this person is a roger, which given his/her deliberate choice of clothing, pronounced punctuality, giant (and sometimes mean-sounding) laughter, how the hell do I make certain this warning is about me and not the person to my right? Well, those Doctrine people seem pretty sure of themselves, and they say that this personality type is like a Member of a Herd, so whats the best way to interact with a member of a herd without causing a stampede?”
  • holy shit! that guy talks fast! always fun them fun but jeez, if they slowed down just a little then their: test scores/batch quality/performance review would be a lot less stressful, maybe he/she is what they call a scott in that blog. well, only one way to find out, “Hey! How you doin!” (damn, it worked! they’re not running away and they’re not at my throat!) “I need your help on a thing.” (would you look at that! don’t know why they call this personality type a Predator…) “Listen, I know you mean well, but we have rules here and we all think it’d be best that you stop…..”
  • (lol)

Enough for now. Am out to try and not let the hours slip.

*well, sure, there is so,thing to be said about the difference between writing quality versus quantity, but that’s for another post

** a totally clarklike way to express the thought


2uesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

(yeah…that little bastard in the left rear did, in fact, throw something at our hero, who is trying to take the proffered advice to 'just ignore them and they'll get bored and move on…')*

I must confess to a somewhat sordid and ego-centric motivation for my writing a post today, the second on as many days and quite out of the ordinary for this blog, at least as of late. That I never tire of writing about the benefits of the Wakefield Doctrine is not surprising, the way the mind has of turning things around in a manner at once misleading, (in the actual effects of certain behavior) and somehow obviously not what the original intention, is.


At least my pendantric gland remains in robust good health! No, you’re right, I shouldn’t joke. This is serious.

…ok, I hear you. ( from the back of a classroom that, in my mind is as real as the plastic keys that shape the light into letters on my screen.) I hear “Hey! You’re writing about a personality theory that’s called, ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’!! Don’t worry about anyone taking this too seriously! And, since you’ve given voice to a character-in-a-visualization-of-an-idea, tell ’em what this ‘classroom’ looks like, why dont’cha.”)


This classroom that’s providing me with a subtly engaging context for today’s discussion of the use of the Wakefield Doctrine? The desks have wrought-iron frames that are bolted to the floor, they aren’t simply uprights to support the desk and the seat. These frameworks have curves and almost classical lines, filigree in dark bronze. The desk itself is a slanted surface of wood (maybe maple… yeah, probably maple) that’s hinged along the top edge, where there continues a 3 inch level band of wood, with a groove running from left to right for pencils and a circular hole on the right side for the bottle of ink that you’ll never be given. Inside is simply space for your dotted-middle lined pad of paper, spare flash cards and a chipped-and-picked-at (for ammunition) brick of flesh-colored gum eraser. Oh, yeah and two Lindy pens well-tooth-indented.

The classroom is 5 rows across and seven deep. The nuns are nothing if they’re not orderly. In the very back of the room is what you love to hear referred to as ‘the wardrobes’… pretty much closets with folding doors and a double row of brass coat hooks. There are two doors to the corridor with windows at adult height and a single inward-tilting transom window. There is a pole in the back of the room to operate these windows. The blackboard is black and there are 4 black felt erasers (with a red and white label on the non-erasing surface) in a metal tray running along the lower edge. Across the wall, just above the blackboard are the letters of the alphabet, (capital and small) in script. Above the row of letters, in the dead center is a crucifix. The teacher’s desk is entirely wooden, and her chair does not have wheels. The floors are tile (greenish and black in a checkerboard pattern). There is a black and white clock on the inside wall, well above reach. All your friends are there…


hey, sorry!  wordisthenics time is over for the morning. Will try to get back later in the day. Feel free to leave any (additional) classroom details in the Comments


TT ‘o-anyways’ T -the Wakefield Doctrine- potluck thankful Post and impromptu Book Sale!

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

yeah... back to guerrilla browsing at my local Staples!

yeah… back to guerrilla browsing at my local Staples!

You know that drawer you have, most likely in the kitchen on the opposite counter from where the forks and knives are kept, maybe (this drawer) has wisely been relegated to the basement hobby corner or even the garage workshop. In (this drawer) are the spare parts, used, batteries (well, because), extra plastic brackets from the last time you replaced the blinds and, of course, the owners manuals from the kitchen appliances (both those that you’re looking at and those that came before them), well today’s TToT post is pretty much that drawer, except made of electron-drawn letters and photos.

The link that connects all the co-hostinae is not yet up, so I figured, if this reality is as virtual as everyone says it is….then today’s post can stand in for a real TToT post, at least until our Founderess Lizzi. 

So… since this is not quite office, but we still need to strive for Ten Things, let me start this off with some easy-to-enjoy-(and understand)-photos:

I don't some statement be-moaning the post-industrial decay of the environment or maybe a simple question, 'where are the ducks?'

I don’t know! perhaps I was intending to make a statement mourning the post-industrial decay of the environment or maybe a simple question, ‘where are the ducks?’



yeah, domesticated creatures who enhance the lives of those around them. sure thing

hey, seeing that Dyanne is co-hostinae and she, like, totally likes cats, lets post her blog here: I want backsides  I’m sure she’ll tell us that the expression on the cat above is an elegant statement of open-hearted welcome.

The rest of this Post will develop over the day…. you will be hearing about:


Six Sentence Stories

Our arachnid rustler out (mid)west (that will be close enough, thank you)



Cynthia (who has some very cool news about to break)

Cynthia’s Book is available at the Amazon (no, not the tropical jungle, the giant online seller of…. well, maybe not tropical!)  Anyway, until I can get a photo,   CLICK HERE



Kristi and a bunch of other interesting things that will number in, at very least, a multiple of ten.


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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


Late this week. No, really. It’s 9:15 pm Wednesday. I haven’t gotten my ‘word appetizer’ written down here yet! Best not delay. I can’t remember the last Thursday morning that I had to face a blank page.

Sorry! For the new(er) Readers, Thursday is Six Sentence Story day. Six Sentence Story is a bloghop that zoe hosts every week, in which she provides a ‘prompt word’ and invites all to write a story using, employing or otherwise involving the week’s word. Oh, and the story needs to be six, (no more and no less) sentences long. It’s fun and good practice.

So this week the word is ‘star’.

Star put her bare feet up on the dashboard of the very expensive car, (a Porsche 911 Carrera GTS, but she knew better say anything), as the yellow convertible flew down the Pacific Coast Highway at 90 mph. No longer concerned with her future, at least not any element of it more distant than, say 3 hours, the girl slouched sideways and let her long blonde hair wave to the beach bums, surfer dudes and other saltwater lowlifes staring at the car, now slowly cruising past the beach in Malibu. The sun was hot, the breeze was coy and the smell of the salt air, seaweed and body lotion was intoxicating. Star, having decided that closed eyes might enhance the variety of her options, felt the car come to a halt, the tiny crunching sound of car tires on a sea shell-paved parking lot announced her last chance to find a way to escape the driver of the car.

“End of the line, girl,” the driver’s accent, a confusing mix of Central European guttural aggressiveness and 18-22 year-old lazy charm, made her wonder what possessed her to stick her thumb, (and scantily dressed body) out on the highway entrance ramp only hours after freeing herself from the luxury condominium that held her for 2 nights and a day.

‘All things considered, this is still better than doing nothing,’ she thought, as the frothy roar of the surf tried and failed to mask the shouts of the approaching men.


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