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T-minus Useday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

damn! with a post title like this, you’d think this’d* be one for the ages.

…speaking of which:

clarks are born old, scotts manifest the essence of youth and rogers are secure in their place in the Herd (maybe not so much elsewhere)

(sure, but let this rest in your Doctrine-reading minds, whilst we reassure any visitors who, through luck or happenstance, might have stumbled upon this blog and are frozen in the threshold, walking in mid-lecture, hesitating on the wrong side of the door, a thoroughly atavistic search for familiar faces in the amphitheater style lecture hall as facing turn, all Larry Niven’s Slaver Sunflowers slowly focusing on you… “Please, don’t leave. We’ve been waiting for you.”  )

New Reader: the Wakefield Doctrine is an additional perspective on the world around us and the people who make it up. Nothing to worry about, (in it’s level of novelty), not overly difficult to learn, (skill acquisition being enjoyable in the sense of enhancing the known rather than replacing the familiar) and composed of the same elements of the world as you’ve always known it, but with a couple of new manifestations of the same old, same old. As such, all the Doctrine requires, like one of those ubiquitous ‘Un-boxing’ youtube videos, is that you accept the premise and let the demonstration convince you of the fun and value of adopting this view of the world.

Three ways to relate to the world. The relationship is not merely our grasp on reality, it is how reality grasps us. Personal reality is real, (to a small, but significant extent), and, to borrow from Nietzsche, ‘Our relationship with reality modifies the world and reflects our beliefs.’

ok!! lol

For any New Readers still in the room, (or the meta lecture hall anteroom)… the Wakefield Doctrine is fun, useful and if you are prone to imaging things that have zero apparent value and no discernible utility, then Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine.

Three ‘personality types’. Easy to learn. Fun to use. Endlessly applicable to both everyday routine life and ‘oh damn! what’ve I got myself into now?’ situations. Check the pages (of the blog) for description of the three; clarks (Outsiders), scotts (Predators) and rogers (Herd Members). Keep in mind that we, each of us, have one predominant worldview and while ‘the other two’ remain as potentials within us, we grew up as babies learning to cope and survive and thrive in the world as we experienced it. So, we are happy to inform you that, of the three personality types in this here Doctrine here, you gots the perfect one!. booyah.

probably should link a RePrint post about ‘How to Use the Wakefield Doctrine’ hereabouts… but, we’re approaching 500 words, so, nah. The parts are all here (admittedly somewhat scattered about)… but the fun of this thing of ours is in: ‘OK so what would an Outsider think to do first? How in the world does a Predator respond and… Herd Members, suddenly waking up surrounded by…. how would they feel.’

 

* shout out to Violet for getting aggressively creative with her word dominance, specifically in application of the prompt word in her recent Six Sentence Story

 

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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As often happens, topics (and themes (and new(ish) fun ways to describe the Doctrine) are often found in Comments from Readers.

This Monday is no exception.

Friend of the Doctrine, Mimi, in her Comment on our last Doctrine post*. Wrote:

If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing. Even if you don’t do it too well at first.

To which we responded:

… about aggression, in general and a Doctrine insight, in particular: it helps to remember that scotts fight (overt aggression)  for ranking and, for the most part is not personal.*

True Doctrine story. I once asked my late friend, Bernadine (photo at top of post), a scott (with a strong secondary clarklike aspect), I asked,  “So, when you engage with other scotts to establish ranking, how do you feel when you are not alpha?”

She laughed her remarkably enjoyable laugh and said, “You knucklehead, (or words to that effect, nothing but affection in her tone), I don’t feel bad, if that’s what you’re asking. Why would I? Ranking is about relationships, it’s about where I am in the pack. It has nothing to do with my value as an individual. That value is established. I’m in a pack. All scotts need to establish ranking in a social situation to, you know, separate the other predators from the… buffet table, (subsequent laughter). Ranking has nothing to do with value of the individual pack members.”

Second topic(ette) this Monday is drawn from a discussion on the topic of resentment, in the middle of the call-in this Saturday past. A statement was made, “When it comes to resentments and holding them, no one (none of the three) do it as well as rogers.”

Very fun insight was inspired, no surprise, by remembering ‘the Everything Rule’.

While it was without contention that rogers, being constituents of a reality of emotion, certainly have a high-profile when it comes to having (and maintaining) a resentment, the key is to ask, “OK, high volume, great intensity and way, high fidelity in the expression of a “We hate ‘cha”.

It was then suggested that one of the reasons rogers are the masters of holding resentment was due to the quality of longevity, (of said negative regard for a person. place or thing). They do that stuff forever.

And the aforementioned ‘Everything Rule’ did a total cartoon lightbulb over our collective heads.

Given that everyone does everything at one time or another, how does this half-life of negative emotional manifest in the personal realities of  ‘the other two?”

cha …ching!

rogers being Herd Members exist in a reality (personal as opposed to common) of emotion, feelings. the fabric of this reality is totally non-rational. Being non-rational, the world rogers exist is, essentially, non-chronologic. Time is not linear. Time is a bag of groceries packed by a first-day-on-the-job kid at the supermarket. Without the traditional, then-now-soon ordering of time, a stubbed toe at three am this morning is indistinguishable from the stabbing pain of being dumped in the final of final exams in one’s Sophomore year.

To an objective observer. the latter would be impressive, as most of us in the common reality, associate longevity with inherent value.

We concluded our debate with the suggestion that clarks are the resentment-masters-of-the-world, because when they get aholt of a delicious ‘ow!/wait!/what?’ resentment, well, lets just say, “No! Not a problem, we have the perfect spot, right next to the end table, no! that one with the magazines and coasters. It fits the decor like it’s always been there.’

or something

thanks Mimi and Denise and roger… fun post today

* ikr? what now? lol

 

 

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Friday(ish) -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge.

A word-count constrained imagination contest* hosted by jenne and ceayr, the prompt is an image and the only limit is ‘tell your story in under 250 words’.

 

 

A cat.”

Say What Now?

Being the First Week, there was no shortage of new things. Think: in the realm of the objective, stones to stub naked toes on, in the shadowy kingdom of the subjective, ‘tone of voice’.

You said I should name all the animals and fowls and everything in the world.”

The First Man, staring at the feline, did something with his lips, all the while glancing at the Creator from the corner of his eyes. Bible scholars, in the interest of conciseness captioned Genesis 2:19 ‘…naming all the animals’; eschewing the more comprehensive ‘…and invents pouting’.

“Fine. I Did.”

A smile, crawling back on Adam’s face, froze as the One spoke,

But, What’s With The ‘tude?

The naked man’s eyebrows decided to wrestle and the first scowl was born.

That’s on You. It’s not my fault it thinks it’s the height of Creation.”

Light Flared Non-Directionally.

It’s not. Is it? You said…”

The First Laugh of the Privileged rolled across the Garden, all creatures instinctively froze or sought shelter.

No. You’re Still The Pinnacle of Creation.

Adam, relaxing only slightly, continued,

OK, about that thing I asked? You know a companion, someone that would keep me from getting bored?

I Knew You Wouldn’t Give Up On That.

A new emotion, barely noticeable, the amusement at the interaction of Man and Banana peel

Gimme Some Of That Clay.

TA DAH!

Adam? Meet Lilith. Lilith… Adam. Give us a smile, Lil.

 

 

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop.

The TToT is one of the more enjoyable forms of spiritual exercise. Unlike other forms of exercise purportedly good for a person. This thing of Lizzi‘s does not require one to sweat excessively (unless, that is, you’re into that… which we are, but strictly seasonal-appropriate, outdoor, stick-that-shirt-to-yer-back-yo) and critically does not mandate excessive conformity.

Being of good intent is the only requirement. How simple is this thing of ours? Consider the people, places and things that have recently inspired you to think/say, ‘I’m thankful for that’.

Pretty simple, isn’t it? Ready to pick up the pen? (ok, rest your fingers on the keyboard). ProTip: Neatness, as a mandatory quality of TToT lists is not overly valued (phew!) That said, stylistically, there are writers here who celebrate in the orderly, raising orderliness to the admirable level… both in presentation and organization. (Thinking of Kristi and Misky). Others, well others’ present a style more akin to a lean-against-your-car-on-a-late-summer-day kinda of conversations, like you see over at Mimi‘s and Dyanne‘s. The more conventional narratives, as exemplified by Lisa and Denise are totally 2nd-year-owned-corduroy-pants (in Autumn)… and, in appreciation of ‘new blood being lifeblood’, we gots Kjersti and Cai and Cat …and, Carin!

…and, then, of course, there’s the Wakefield Doctrine’s remedial spirituality (which is heavy into music and photation in no easily discerned logic)

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.  ‘Nine Lives‘.  by Sally

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

6) photos on the way to inspections (see Grat #7*)

7) Mountain of Stuff

8) something, something

9) DST yo. It’s totally put-the-Winter-coats-away (well, in the hall closet, no sense getting over-confident, ya know?)

10) Secret Rule 1.3

*ok. we’ll stip to this maneuver being somewhat questionable

music vids

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

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

Hosted by Denise, subject to the Rule of Six.

Previously, in our SSC&B story when last we saw the tall, thin man and Lou Caesare.

Prompt Word:

WOUND

An objective, unseen observer might be forgiven for describing the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge as being in a state of paralysis and the Proprietor of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro as ‘rocking-the-spectrum’ while staring at nothing, were it not for one very simple fact: given who the two men were, ‘unseen’ would not be a possibility.

The tall, thin man watched as his guest’s eyes, dark wounds in a face comprised of as many scars of battle as wrinkles of good-natured camaraderie, focused on the figure moving invisibly from the bar to a point in front of the small stage. Rising with a lethal languor, the Proprietor caused the stiletto knife to drop down inside the right sleeve of his suit jacket, pointed end peeking out of a tastefully-monogrammed cuff.

Lou Caesare rose from his chair, right arm scything into the dark behind his host, who, in turn, felt his nostrils flare at a scent even as he felt manicured fingers caress neck along his carotid artery; a slow waterfall of stress-embedded silence filled the Café.

Lou’s crocodile laugh, after exploding the tension, smoothed itself into words and they, in turn, signaled an all clear, “Luce dei miei occhi, Rosetta?”

Rosetta Storme, her own laughter more of the young leopard returning to the pack after her first hunt, slipped the ice pick back into a pocket and. leaning into Lou’s bear hug, shrugged a smile at the Proprietor who returned it, the click of his knife lost in the soft-scraping of chairs on the floor of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.

 

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