Reflections
(Conditioned to Judge)
I was conditioned to judge. Growing up all I knew was scrutiny, judgement, nit-picking and meticulousness. This has been a blessing and a curse. I can pick apart a person at glance. Deeper, within a few minutes of meeting them. My eyes trained to meticulously scan a person from head to toe, noticing the slightest nuance, mishap, mis-step, nervous movement, breath change etc. My mind laser focused, dissecting every detail I take in. Categorizing, analyzing and labelling. Subtle-unsubtle, obvious-not so obvious. Things a person tries to hide, things they are self conscious about. Certain cues will tell me more than I ever asked for. I can read them like a book they had no idea they had written. It’s like a wishing well, and all of a person's life can be poured into me. Just by a meeting. Like a skilled cat. Stealthy circling their prey, waiting for just the right moment. Only it’s learning them and moving with them like a sacred dance done with their soul in the void space. The between. Only our ether beings know of the true dynamics. They may sense me in the physical, but aren’t aware of what’s happening. The engagement of energies. The exchange of energy. The life force ringing in my ears like the sweetest melody. Radiating off of my skin like electricity. The beautiful dance between the hunter and it’s prey. Except, I am only looking for someone. ~Talitha~
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