The notion of the “evil eye” is not new to me.
Growing up Catholic, one of the first things we learnt (after Adam and Eve and the snake with the apple trick) was the “Ten Commandments”. One of them goes “Thou shalt not covet your neighbour’s wife” and I remember it well.
I also saw lots of symbols in the homes of neighbours. Some put black eyeliner around the eyes of their kids, some hung things on the outside of their doors, all in the name of blocking jealous intentions.
It sunk in: Jelousy was a disease.
That was never really an issue for us. So, I never really had to equip myself with any armour to ward off jealous vibes. I never heard my parents comment on other people’s houses, cars, holidays etc. The notion that when someone does well, that you get out the voodoo kit is completely and utterly foreign to me.
But after a couple of brushes with life, I realized I needed some sort of strategy. The weapon I learnt to handle was the “light dimmer”.
It was quite simple to operate. I simply learnt to go inside my head very swiftly, and dim my light, any time my instincts told me that jealousy was on the radar. I mastered the technique quite quickly.
I used to think it was quite a good skill, actually. It worked!
For a while.
But soon enough, even with the internal light set to “dimmest”, I would STILL make it on to the list of the Professional Coveters. No matter how modest I was, no matter how much I downplayed my gifts, talents, relationships, experiences, opportunities, blessings, windfalls, miracles, the haters hated the light. The light set to “dimmest”. Poor things!
I know! I know! This is the part you go “Whattttt? Whyyyyyy? Never!” I guess we all have our moments of stupid.
But anyone on a genuine quest to fix the cracks in their self-programmed auto pilot of emotions knows, this shit is hard to implement authentically, even if you have read the whole damn library of self help books. It is even harder to unprogramme the crap once your system has it loaded.
It’s not all bad though. The breakthrough for me was the understanding that people are only jealous, when they count other people’s blessings instead of their own.
It’s a disease.
So friends, I encourage you to look inward and say “thank you”. And, while you’re sitting quietly, do spare a thought for the “sick” amongst us. May they get better soon.
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