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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 8, 2023 By

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

all right, enough with the fiction and the story-telling

… ok, enough with the fiction.

The Wakefield Doctrine is a perspective on the world around us and the people who make it up. As a perspective (note: an additional perspective) it affords one of the opportunity to appreciate reality in a slightly different way. And, with the proper intent, this means we can be better at whatever it is that we would be better at, in life.

We are, all of us, born with the potential to experience the world from one of three relationships. These three relationships are, what in less fun and useful personality schema, would be referred to as the three personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine:

  1. the Outsider (clarks)
  2. the Predator (scotts)
  3. the Herd Member (rogers)

While essential to the understanding and use of the Wakefield Doctrine, we’ll return to the characteristics of the three later. (That said, most Readers who return to this site more than twice* upon understanding the nature of the what we refer to as (the three) predominant worldviews), extrapolate most of the qualities, characteristics, quirks and peccadilloes** of this thing of ours.

At a very early age, one of these three ‘realities’ becomes enduring. It is the world the child experiences. It is in context and (in) relationship to this world the individual develops the social strategies and styles of interacting with the world around them and the people who make it up. aka their personality.

(Note: we have but one predominant worldview. We retain the potential to experience the world as do ‘the other two’, these are referred to as secondary and tertiary aspects. For some these can be significant and therefore an element in their behavior, for others, barely there, no influence.)

The difference between this and other systems of understanding: we have the perfect personality type for the reality we experience, for the world in which we are living.

Before we leave for the day:

the ‘goal’ of the Wakefield Doctrine is to allow us to better appreciate how we relate ourselfs to the world around us and the people who make it up.

So today: read up (among these posts) the descriptions and characteristics of the behavior and interpretation of everyday life from the perspective of: the Outsider (’cause neither of the other two wake up in the morning and try to figure what they’ll do in the world that waits them, ‘Out there’); and the Predator (hey, did you really think they’re completely asleep and that was why they’re staring at you like that, as you insist they will benefit greatly by waiting and reflecting finding inner serenity); and the Herd Member (sorry, as friendly and organized and remarkably social, you’re the one at risk, not them, they know and will be happy, no, they will be grateful for the opportunity to show you the Right Way).

Come, on! It’s more fun than you think. Wait, given the demographic of the four-time Reader, you already know that.

Warning! If you persist in learning the realities reflected the three relationships of the Doctrine, you will begin to see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your everyday world. The thing of it is, there’s a real good chance that you won’t be able to not see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your world.

Tomorrow: ‘the Everything Rule’

 

 

 

* the first is chance, a good friend’s recommendation and/or  boredom; the second is confirmation to settle the ‘no, fricken way!’ and the last: ‘huh, this person reminds me of something on that site…’

** not that the Wakefield Doctrine cares about self-reported characteristics…way unnecessary

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 7, 2023 By

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

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

Founded by the estranged first wife of C.S. Lewis’ long-time driver, Joe, the TToT has become one of the internet’s most enduring grat-blogs. What follows, while in no way intending to represent the sophistication, (and rationality), of most of the other participants in this ‘hop, is what we choose to cite for those people, places and things that elicit the psycho-emotional state of gratitude.

1) Una

2) Phyllis (if you look closely in the review mirror, you can see Phyllis). Why, yes, when the three of us go for a car ride Una always gets ‘shotgun’.

3) the Wakefield Doctrine  (the implied ‘which’ in our fav Latin phrase: sine qua non (the ‘not’ being: everything internet)

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

5) the Zombie Christmas Project Chapter 7! (Matthew 6:30)

6) end of an interesting writing project/exercise in the form of a co-written Serial Six Sentence Story. An ‘adventure’ involving a new character (in the world of Ian Devereaux) and a long-standing character from Tom (‘Most-excellent Namer-of-characters and part-time chef at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro).

We wrote alternating ‘chapters’ with no effort to coordinate narrative or any other element other than location. We, both of us, claim membership and tenure in the school of ‘seat-of-the-pants’ writing. Tom’s concluding entry: Here  Our concluding entry: Here. We both provide backlinks to make the entire story available, which surely enhances the read.

7) hey, you know how, at the end of some Marvel movies, they insert a scene that ties to the movie you just watched? Not really an outtake, more like a scene from the editing room floor? Well, after completing my part of the un-named serial story with Tom, I got to thinking about Rue DeNite and Rocco.

“Syrup?”

Rocco eye-browed the rack of little, squarish glass bottles of pancake syrup that, through the mitosis of condiments common in 4:00 am visits to the local IHOP, ended on his side the napkin dispenser.

“Nah, thanks,” Rue looked down at her plate of biology textbook-sized slices of French Toast, “I could use the ashtray.”

The restaurant was at the tail-end of a customer ebb tide, the forty-four minutes, in the course of a 24 hour day, when more people left than arrived. Never a problem distinguishing between those of the ebb from people of the flow. The former moved with the slow caution appropriate to the end of a day, particularly those for whom success (or failure) has not yet been validated. The latter had, for the most part, the faces of children entering the first grade in Catholic school.

“Hey, Rocco, thanks for, you know, back there.” Rue stared into her coffee mug, “I’m really sorry I fucked up,” giving up on seeing a credible future in the round mocha mirror, “I hate the idea of letting Lou down like this, what with that grammar guy making off with all that cash.”

‘Don’t worry about the money. Ain’t nothin’ in the grand scheme of things.” Rocco dabbed the corners of his mouth with a twice folded and thoroughly archaic cloth napkin.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” tucking the napkin just under the overhang of the china plate, at precisely the four o’clock position, he continued, “My boss, sorry, our boss, thinks more moves ahead than Boris-fuckin’-Spassky or, for you Z-Gens, whatever-fricken-acryonm the current AI product is being marketed under. As Lou’d say, “Don’t worry about nothin'”.

“Sure, I’m tryin’, but as soon as we get back from Miami; assuming I’m not in some landfill with my EZ Pass cancelled, I’m gonna put in for some vacation time.” her china mug created a two-beat accent as she put it down on the pink formica, “I’ve always wanted to visit merry ‘old England’.

Standing next to the end of the booth, right-hand extended, Rocco smiled in a way that gave Rue an idea for dance routine when she finally returned to the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge.

“Did you go to Catholic School?” Rue shrugged into the overcoat that has body-guard-size too large as Rocco continued,

“Well I did. Don’t remember a lot, but I can spell the shit out words,” the woman at the cash register smiled at his reference to a form of punishment favored by certain orders of nuns,

“One passage from the Bible has stayed with me, I even remember the reference: Romans 12:19-21,

“Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith…”

Rue felt a reflex grin form as she stepped into the early morning parking lot as Rocco’s voice increased in volume,

“…saith Lou Ceasare.”

8) something, something

9) hey, speaking of Friends of the Doctrine, Nick has a new gig (in addition to his regular blog*) as part of a group called ‘The Rhythm Section‘. You oughta go check it out. Tell ’em the Doctrine sent ya.

10) Secret Rule 1.3 from: the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules)

 

 

 

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite Six] (Part Three2)

May 6, 2023 By

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

Damn!

How much fun is: a) this Six Sentence Story bloghop, (in general) and 2) the opportunity to co-write a serial Six with Tom, (in particular)!

Previously (in Tom’s side of the narrative): Read this Six first (though the music should be enjoyable if divided between)

This closes our little story-ette. Good fun with characters, scenes, action and relationships.  Besides the simple fun of writing/co-writing a story, I’ve benefitted from the challenge, pushing (self-imposed) boundaries.

Tom. yo

Prompt word:

FORGE

“No, she’s ok; your instinct for people, well, Lou, I remain in awe…’ogni spada inizia nella fucina‘   no, not Danté, my great aunt Lucrezia, I’d hear it every time the nuns sent me home after losing a fight in the schoolyard;  yeah, right, [hushed laughter]  you tell her”.

The design specs for a vault usually do not include soft, comfortable flooring, as resistance to being breached is the priority, despite the discomfort of lying on the floor with, god-knows-why, currency on her chest, it was only the three-quarters of a lifetime spent hiding what she felt that allowed Rue DeNite to resist the impulse to wrinkle her brow at the incongruity of Rocco’s voice and his words.

Taking inventory of her physical condition was simpler and way more comfortable than the task of remembering what happened from the moment Dropped Apostrophe stepped in through the door she’d opened to him; that she’d been double-crossed by the superhero caused little, if any surprise, resentment or anger; her life experience confirmed two things: nearly every guy wanted to be a superhero and being a hero or a villain was in the eye of beholder.

The decision to open her eyes and deal with the most recent incongruity of her life was best executed by a slight fluttering of eyelids and a subtle tremor in her limbs the added benefit of this strategy was it permitted Rue to observe before being required to interact; the sight of Rocco crouching over her against a backdrop of a shiny wall full of busted out safe deposit boxes was the flash of light that heralded the thunder as the concern in his expression smoothed-over into his previous distant, slightly impersonal regard.

“If you promise to say, “What happened, where am I“, I promise to answer, “You’re safe now, everything will be alright.”

The steel walls of the metal vault should not have softened the tone of her erstwhile bodyguard, but from a place few were allowed access, Rue DeNite was able to distinguish between real and forged emotion; both man and woman laughed, sharing the moment.

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite Six] (Part Two)

May 5, 2023 By

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

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

Hosted by Denise, ruled by a single… rule? To use the prompt word and keep it to six sentences in length.

OK. We know you’re anxious to get into this, our next installment in the as-yet, unnamed co-written serial story. But a little overview will, we promise, go a long way towards having you finish this Six with a sense of anticipation for the next, rather than dread of getting caught up in a story that, while intriguing, makes you feel like it’s 11:30 Thursday night before your trig final.

So: here is the link to Tom’s most recent contribution: DeNite’s Move.  And below is our contribution to the serial story. We strongly recommend you read Tom’s first.

This week’s prompt word:

FORGE

Ignoring the superhero’s offer of a hand, Rue DeNite folded herself out onto the four-inch ledge and followed her sodium-vapor shadow along the side of the building, the brisk night air refreshing; clear of the choking miasma of adrenaline, testosterone and disappointment, the calm she felt was in total contrast with an earlier time in her life when rage ruled her response to a world indifferent to her efforts to recover the only decent thing in her life.

Ignoring the forty feet of eternity to her right, Rue reached down, tore the soles off her fishnet stockings and repeatedly clenched her toes on the rough concrete-and-pigeon-shit surface of the ledge; she laughed, the scene from an old movie, ‘Die Hard’, coming to mind, complete with a subtitle, ‘Sure, but can you remember all your passwords‘; the moment was cut short when she heard:

“What’s wrong, are you all right out there and why’s this taking so long?”

The voice of her new bff, Dee-Appostrophe, pushing her on a metaphorical shoulder convinced Rue to forge ahead and, after negotiating a right angle turn that brought her to the target window, decided to take a cigarette break; that her ‘accomplice’ might get more stressed, that’d serve as a hazardous duty bonus.

Lighting up, Rue played through a variety of scenarios to follow breaking into the vault; she was surprised how Rocco, her ‘bodyguard’, was growing on her, in a ‘Of Mice and Men’ / Lenny sort of way and dismissed the idea of using him as a stalking horse; decent driver or not, the poor guy’d end up collateral damage in the event she found it necessary to alter any unspoken assumptions Dropped A might have regarding their relationship.

Going along with the plan to steal from Lou was, of course, a non-starter; the club owner may have put her in her current peril, but he’d also saved her life; flicking her cigarette into the dark night, the dancer turned business-liaison turned soon-to-be-erstwhile burglar smiled, “Then again, my birth mother didn’t raise no dummies.”

Feeling the tendrils of her past begin to metastasize, the young woman with a killer body and the soul of a failed poet cut a hole in the last window on the left, crossed the room and opened the door for an increasingly impatient superhero.

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite Six] (Part One)

May 3, 2023 By

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

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

Hosted by Denise, ruled by a single… rule? To use the prompt word and keep it to six sentences in length.

If you are a bit thrown by the subtitle of this week’s Six Sentence Story, take a quick read to get up to speed: the Beginning of our tale…

This week’s prompt word:

FORGE

(…the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge three days earlier)

“Wait out here, Rocco,” Lou Ceasare didn’t bother to turn to look at his bodyguard, “I pay you to make sure no one tries to collect whatever price they got on my head, but this I can handle,” a single knock on the door and he stepped through a door marked: ‘Private’.

Being a Wednesday evening, the dressing room was only half-chaotic; along the far wall was a row of dressing tables cluttered with make-up, jewelry and a remarkable variety of costumes and accessories, it was noisy in the low-keyed tension characteristic to backstage no matter what form of show business; at the end of the row, farthest from the stage door was the exception to the rule: makeup in neat rows, costumes on hangers; taped to the lower right-hand corner of the mirror was a photo of a young boy wearing blue overalls, leaning back against a dog lying on it’s side; the boy was smiling shyly and the dog’s face was a mix of protectiveness and sadness.

“DeNite, I know you’re back there, quit screwin’ around,” Lou stood just inside the door and waited until Rue DeNite rose from her dressing table and moving without a sound, came to stand in front of her employer; her 5′ 11” marked by a slash of electric blue over night-black hair, on her neck, below her right ear: ‘non serviam‘ in purple ink; she wore a tuxedo jacket, silk boxing trunks and the attitude of a kamikaze pilot playing chicken with the Pacific Ocean.

“That thing we talked about, down south at the Casino-on-Brickell-Street, is ready for your visit, lets go,” without bothering to check if the dancer was behind him, Lou opened the dressing room door and nearly ran into his bodyguard, who began speaking as he stumbled to get out of the club owner’s way.

“Hey boss, not for nothin’ but what’s a skinny chick with blue hair need with a bodyguard, especially in Miami; not like there ain’t lots of alternatives, ya know what I mean?”

Lou looked at Rocco, then, turning slightly back to Rue still standing in the doorway, “In case you were wondering, they know you’re coming, they believe it’s part of forging an alliance with their organization and we want them to underestimate you, hence the muscle here… and do me a favor and try your best,” glancing back at Rocco, “not to kill him, at least until you’ve completed your assignment, he’s a halfway decent driver.”

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