clarkscottroger | the Wakefield Doctrine - Part 13

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 6, 2025 By

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gotta get fundamental here… we trust there will be comments that focus our vision so’s that original content appears. But, in the mean time.

…wait, hold on. mean time…mean time

(let us just paste this past post por favor… then back to that ‘jeez!-this-reprint-as-way-to-offset-writers-block-really-works’)

ok

from our friends at etymonline:  in part: …”As a noun, properly written as two words but commonly as one, after the adverb. In the mean space “meanwhile” was in use 16c.-18c. Middle English also had therewhile (adv., conj.) “during that time, meantime.”

Therewhile! (Who the hell  sent the Memo: ‘We got our designation: ‘meanwhile’. It’s all you need to express a time period in brackets. sorta. Throw out the ‘Therewhile”.

Throw out the ‘therewhiles’ indeed! Such a superior and evocative way to describe an interval in time that you are too damn busy to take note of.

But, that’s not important now.

What is important is a)reinforcing the efficacy of distraction as a tool to overcome writers block and 2)to propose a topic for tomorrow’s post, to wit: How do the three predominant worldviews of the Wakefield Doctrine experience time. We will open the comment box for your input.

New Readers? The three predominant worldviews (sometimes referred to as ‘personality types’ but, if you don’t want to, like, get totally hazed on the campus of Doctrine U, don’t use that term. The term predominant worldview is intended to convey the idea that what others call personality types, we call: You come into rational consciousness (as an infant) and realize the world, the reality, around you is a reflection of you being: the Outsider, all ‘Why do you ask?’ or being assigned the life of the Predator ‘Sic em!’ or, with a gentle set of repetitions, you realize ‘You accept that you belong and as a Herd Member it is your right and duty to practice, preach and point out the blue monkeys in your world.’

damn! There’s your syllabus now read and comment!

M. -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘sure, we all would like a hint how to use this Doctrine on the first day of the w. week’

January 5, 2015

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

Given that all you Readers are sitting in one of three worldviews as you read today’s Post, it’s only right that I make it clear which worldview I am talking about when I present a hint, isn’t it?

Well, actually no. It’s only right in the context of one of you. But that’s not important right now. Right at this moment, most of you Readers are at the start of your Monday, so on with the Doctrine hints:

  • clarks will be the ones most likely to get up early, followed by rogers and, (yeah, maybe a little surprising)…scotts are the last to rise and shine
  • clarks will be remarkably (and suspiciously) optimistic and talkative
  • rogers will not
  • scotts (who are still in bed) will begin to see that getting the other person back into bed is the best approach for everyone involved ( by ‘everyone’ we mean, of course, the scott)
  • clarks will look forward to the day the way that a person with a horrible toothache will look forward to going to the dentist
  • rogers will look forward to their day…in detail  with no need to share or express their concerns for the upcoming day
  • scotts will still be in bed
  • clarks sometimes feel anxiety about ‘the start of the day’  not necessarily the events that they anticipate happening, but rather, the point at which forward momentum begins
  • rogers will become more animated and energetic, but unless the other person is also in the same line of work, this brightening view of the coming day will remain inside their heads
  • scotts will (finally) get going… the least amount of preparation for the day of the three (consistent with their roles in the work day)
  • clarks and breakfast?  what, are you insane?!?!
  • rogers and breakfast?  well, we always have (fill in the blank precisely, please)
  • scotts and breakfast?  yeah sure… come on!  lets get going!!

That accounts for ‘our’ morning. I have every intention of returning to this here Post here at noon today and provide us with a look at the tipping point of the first day of the work week.  Unless you have a coment.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 4, 2025 By

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This is the Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Founded in 1983 by the long-lost niece of CS Lewis, once every week, writers from around the world link their lists of the Ten (people, places, events and) Things of (that have incited/excited a state of gratitude, aka) Thankful.

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s list of Ten Things of Thankful for this first week of ‘Summer’s Death’.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

5) certain fictional characters that are fun to write for ’cause the truth is, they write themselves. Always a grat as a good character, if we’re totally lucky, just shows up in a story and, from their first line of dialogue make it clear that our job is chronicler (rather than writer). Anya Clarieaux is such a character. We included a sample just below the David Bowie tune at the bottom of the Post

6) We know we’ve cited the Wakefield Doctrine already. This Grat is different. It is specific to the effect the Doctrine has had on your Narrator, personally. Long story, incomprehensible: as soon as we started writing (this blog) certain character traits of our predominant worldview were altered. Specifically the degree of self-consciousness. Specific, mind you, to actions and efforts in connection to the Wakefield Doctrine. As a clark, the thought of error is not pleasant. Not because of any illusion of perfectionism, but because of the fear of scrutiny. So imagine our surprise when we realized we were spelling favorite character’s names differently at different times. lol And, yes, this is only a blog (or a serial story in the Six Sentence Story bloghop) but…but!! In other areas of our personal reality, this realization would have, to employ an rogerian expression, ‘made my head swell up and face fall’ Total grat yo

7) silly yard projects!

Before:

After

See the difference? lol

8) something, something

9) kind of a self-imposed grat… finally did the necessary edits to the linkz intro at the bottom so it showed our two newest Hostinae, cai and KnitCat

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

music vids

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Anya got up from her desk, walked out into the corridor, and saw Stephen Eddington just as he stepped into one of the two elevators that served the 29th Floor of the Omni Building.

“Wait for me!” Anya Clarieaux had many personal qualities that might be categorized as gifts, as in, ‘She is a gifted musician’ or ‘He has always been gifted with the ability to shape wood.’ She was capable of putting a certain tone in her voice that was guaranteed to get a person’s attention. This tone varied in its effect. If you were a woman being addressed, you would find yourself assessing your outfit and find it wanting. If you were a man, you would suck if your gut and decide that maybe it was time to get back to the gym.

It was clear to Anya that Stephen Eddington saw her hurrying towards him, and yet, he made no effort to block the doors or otherwise hold the elevator. He simply stood in the open car and watched her rushing down the short corridor.

The doors were halfway closed, yet still two steps away, she decided that she would need to jump through the doors.

Anya was a woman who has never fallen, stumbled, or tripped. At least not accidentally. She stumbled as she landed inside the elevator. The doors closed, preventing any witnesses from observing this seeming misstep.

Stephen Eddington was still only a young man and so, he caught her.

Anya Clarieaux really enjoyed people.

She let the young engineer prevent her from falling. The muscles in his arms tensed as he altered her trajectory from one of ‘falling on the floor’, to a path that ended with her leaning up against him. She looked up at him and said,

“Hey! What the hell was that all about?! You were gonna let me stand there and wait? Thanks a hell of a lot!” Her tone was one familiar to every four-year-old boy standing on the kitchen counter reaching for a cookie jar. His confident smile faltered and fell. Anya felt the change, as the muscles in his forearms relaxed, very slightly, barely noticeably and very, very briefly and she smiled.

“But, I can’t say I’ve not enjoyed the exercise. This is the most out of breath I’ve been in quite some time.”

Stephen laughed and stepped backed and stared. Anya loved people, they made her life…. enjoyable.

The elevator doors sealed into one, the floor indicator lights behind her started to blink and change. The young man and the attractive woman began to go down.

“Trying to decide whether or not to discuss Silas’s offer with your boss?” Anya decided that she deserved to have fun, seeing how she was out of work for the day and it wasn’t even 4:00. Seeing him glance away, she continued, “You know, Stephen, you were picked instead of Orel Rees, for a very good reason.”

“And why would that be? Orel Rees is twice the engineer I’ll ever be. Mr. Monahan should be talking to him, not me.”

“What makes you think we haven’t?

“Look Stephen, this is a very big deal and a very sensitive operation. We know everything we need to know,” the elevator doors opened and Anya walked out into the lobby. Without looking back, she said, “Pick me up at 8:30, maybe I’ll let you ask me some questions. The instructions on the piece of paper in your jacket pocket will be all you’ll need, …for now.”

Anya walked out the main doors of the Omni Corporation towards the limousine idling directly in front of the building. The late afternoon traffic (both pedestrian and vehicular), was in full force, too many people and too many cars attempting to move from Point A to Somewhere-Necessary. Anya smiled as she walked across the broad sidewalk to the car, looking neither left or right, knowing that all (male) and most (female) eyes were on her and that none would block her path. Once settled in the backseat, the limo pulled away without hesitation.

(from WIP ‘Blog Dominion’)

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Order of Lilith Six]

October 3, 2025 By

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously…

Prompt word:

TEAR

Sister Aclima eased into the airport terminal’s molded plastic/plush upholstered seat with the reluctant grace of a patient with a weekend abscessed tooth; against the vulgar susurrus of cranky children and impatient adults, the muffled pulse-beat of her heart beneath the starched-white wimple reminded her that, awake, she was duty-bound to honor her vows.

Nights as tortured and dreamless as the most recent would sometimes produce flare-ups of starkly inappropriate humor; while all children are taught that god lives in the details, some learned that the devil possessed an endless supply of banana peels and that ‘tear’ and ‘tear’, as verbs and nouns were all too often paired.

The young nun tried and tried to remember the name of the patron saint of air travel… Saint Time Zones, Holy Mother Baggage Check or something; she indulged herself in a half-laugh, a peculiar form of expressing merriment that required exceptional vigilance… the judicious placement of a hand over mouth never hurt, either.

The knife edge of despair and hope (the two, in her own experience not all that opposite) was silent caffeine for her exhausted mind.

Aclima, not her given name, had been half-successful in reconciling herself to her abuse; she knew it wasn’t her fault, quite a mature perspective for a child of ten; unsurprisingly she was unable to find a place for the pain so, in keeping with the inclinations of her gender, turned it inward.

Until, quite by accident, she encountered the Order of Lilith which offered a path not nearly as self-destructive as her current one but, as with salvation through any external agency, the twisted scars of a child’s pain remained to be incorporated into her best efforts to free herself.

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

October 1, 2025 By

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously...

Prompt word:

TEAR

The tall, thin man has been described, by acquaintances, not actual friends, as ‘an ice cube, but not as touchy-feely’; having long established a fifteen second rule for being on hold, he scanned the Café once again but it remained as it was with the exception of the detective, leaning towards Lou Caesare’s ear, while holding his cellphone to his opposite side, as if to keep it as far away from the club owner as possible.

“Still there I trust, it’s been less than fifteen seconds,” the voice had the casually-precise enunciation of an accomplished career woman, yet when the sound of clicking of a keyboard in the distant background registered, an image of a praying mantis flared briefly across the Proprietor’s visual cortex; the voice continued:

“There we go, ok we’re all live on my personal favorite party line, 1-666-Talk-to-Anya,” her laughter was a startling synthesis of an adolescent girl at the local amusement park with just her friends for the first time intertwined with a sensuality that made the dire, albeit arms-length, cautionary tales by nuns during health class sound frivolously understated.

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but unless you start making sense, I’m hanging up,” the Manager was moving the receiver back to the cradle in the phone’s base when his cell phone rang;

“As much as I enjoy a little telephone foreplay, I need to get a message to the people at your little Café, can you help a sista out?”

“Look I’m just one of Five Proprietors, so tell me what you want and I’ll let the others know and get back to you…”

“Mr. Man, you don’t mind if I call you by your last name cause addressing you as ‘Tall’ is on the silly side; I know all your little co-Proprietors will listen to you… so save the too-precious self-effacement for the cops and the heiresses… no time, no interest, aightt?”

“As much as I would love to chat, I got a corporation to run and puppies to drown, so let’s get to the main event tonight, Exhibit A: the look on Mr. Caesare’s face as my bff, Ian Devereux, tells him that I’m on the line, this despite Lou’s explicit instructions to never ever get him involved with… wait I got it right here…. (a click followed by Lou Caesare’s voice with only the slightest of static to mark it as a recording), “I like you, Devereaux, I really do, but if you make my city a place of interest to that psycho-corporate bitch Anya Claireaux in Chicago, I’ll put you in the fuckin ground myself, you know what I’m saying?”

A whiplash shift in demeanor from Midwest businesswoman to a high school girl on an Adderall tear just before tryouts for cheerleader, ‘That’s my cue, now wish me luck!”

 

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- “… child is full of Grace” (what a nice thing to say about clarks!)

September 30, 2025 By

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Now a person of meager charity might muse, “Out of ideas, so steal a quote from a Comment? Sad!”

This being the Wakefield Doctrine, our response is to …laugh.

AP Level New Readers!! This is a pop quiz. You have all the information, (including the two test questions), so have at it. Remember how we’ve said in the past, “With the Wakefield Doctrine, you can’t get it wrong? We lied. The first Question (“Out of Ideas…”) is identifiable with which of the three predominant worldviews. (ok one Hint: it is about the intent of the statement as much as the tone.)

And, the second: for extra credit identify the personality type referenced by the first person plural (‘our’).

Pencils….down!

To our topic.

From TToT Hostinae, cai, comes the questionette:

When a personality sleeps and dreams, do they dream in their predominant personality or does their recessive personality trait take over to play the dream?

Good question.

(…wait for it)

 

Next Question?

ha
ha

We would suggest that, since the ‘personality’ in cai’s Comment, is, in Doctrine terms refers to one of three characteristic relationships maintained by the individual with the world around them and the people who make it up. So the Doctrine’s  ‘answer’ needs to be: ‘Sure! Of course! Why not?’ Have you never had a dream of being something really weird like…. we don’t know, a wolf or a ghost, the captain of the football team or a member of the opposite gender?‘

lol no! we are being serious.

Back in grad school days, (being a clark with a secondary scottian aspect we won’t insult anyone who doesn’t guess Psych major lol), we favored Fritz Perls (or, at least, our undergrad-level understanding of it. Historical context: keep in mind this was the late ’60s early ’70s. If you had any ambition for a social life in the dorms, you totally needed to have your ‘I had the strangest dream last night…. What do you think it means?’ game on. Seriously! Without a straw-wrapped bottle of Mateus rosé, at least two purple candles and a semester’s supply of sandalwood incense in your room (along with a James Taylor album) you were in for a lonely and celibate four years.

We will stop now.

Funny thing about your question; it triggered a pre-Doctrine observation. At the time I started grad school, Robert Carkhuff became all the rage in the psych dept. Did we mention that we were a clark in those days? Our response was to reject the notion that most of the professors were totally embracing his approach. That, as we now say in the 21st Century, totally triggered me! lol no, seriously. We rejected what we took to be a complete, mindless, uncritical, not-my-personal-favorite-school of therapy/counseling over all the others. We took offense at blind allegiance to one approach.

Needless to say, we only made it halfway to a Masters degree.

Damn! There’s a whole post right there: How the Wakefield Doctrine might have changed the course of my professional life!!

Who knew?

Thanks cai!

*a pronoun, sorta

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