Just a quick — if puzzling — update on the neighbor saga about which I posted last week. Then I posted about putting a mirror in the window, facing their house, to deflect their energy back to them. I’ve felt better ever since. Often those mirrors lead to some resolution, so hoped for that as well…
On Sunday he worked in their yard. As he finished I looked out and realized he must have dumped or blown a bunch of leaves from their yard onto our side yard as they’re twice as deep over there now as in the rest of the yard.
I’m not sure what reaction he expected but I thought it was kind of funny.
- He knows we have a yard service so what’s it to us?
- This year we’re having them mow the leaves into the grass to mulch since the soil needs it. So YEAH! more mulch!
So the mirror may have done something. Something unexpected… Hmmm…
In the meantime, I realized that the incident last week triggered my fear response. When he used to jump into the garage or driveway or at our car to yell, I felt afraid every time I stepped out of the house. And now it’s back.
I’ve always had a tendency to freeze like a deer in the headlights when someone starts yelling, so he pretty much got away with all the previous attacks. So I’ve decided to invoke my “you can’t do that again” power.
You see I also have a history of occasionally drawing a proverbial line in the sand… mentally… strongly… and then … it never happens again.
My favorite story is from years back, before I knew anything about metaphysics, energy, etc. In my second year of law school I lived across Seattle’s University Bridge from the law school. The walkways on the bridge were also where bicyclists rode.
They rode fast, didn’t care about pedestrians and would ride up from behind without giving a warning and knock you to the side — into the bridge rails — as they flew on past. With a 30 pound backpack full of law books that shifted to the side with the impact, I hit hard and so often that I had permanent bruises on my right side.
Finally one day as I smacked into the rail I stopped, looked at the sky with my mean face on and mentally announced to the heavens, “The next biker who knocks me into the rail IS GOING OVER THE SIDE!” And no one ever knocked me into the rail again…
Every now and then since I’ve come to a place where I mentally resolved I would not take it any more or let something happen again … and it never did. Something about reaching a place of strength internally and mentally drawing the line seems to change what I magnetize.
I’m not trying to borrow trouble, I just feel I need to mentally make a stand and quit walking out peering fearfully around to see if I’m going to be attacked in my own yard.
Running up to people yelling in a menacing way is technically assault (see that law degree was good for something!). If my neighbor ever runs at me yelling again, he will hear that he may not do that ever again and if he does I’ll be filing a complaint with the police.
I know I also have some more healing to do about what led me to draw someone with a scary temper (first guess would have something to do with some fiery-tempered family members…) as a neighbor (like the list I already made wasn’t long enough 🙂 ).
But I also draw the line here. It’s not okay to jump into my face yelling and I WON’T TAKE IT ANY MORE!