Spirituality

The art and practice of mental Aikido

A primer in working with the energy fields around you.

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Aikido.

The Japanese word came to me as the young man stood outside my car door. He’d just rammed into the back of my car and he was pissed.

“You just slammed on the brake dickhead!” A flaming red flush crept down his cheeks into his thick neck. Body language aggressive and invasive. Sleeveless t-shirt, biceps and a blonde buzz cut; he intended to come right up to my face.

Heavy rain, a traffic light recently turned red and my decision to stop at the line brought us together. He wanted to beat the light. I didn’t. We met in an abrupt tangle of bumpers, broken plastic and skid marks..

“How could you just stop like that, you @#$%^**&* asshole.” He stamped toward me, jawline hard. Fists clenched. Rain turned the shoulders of his Gold’s gym shirt dark brown.

I checked the door locks. A quiet click reassured me he couldn’t get in.

“Look at my car dude! Just look at what you made me do. I’m @#$%^**&* late for work.”

Horns honked from behind. I glanced into my rear view, cars were piling up. Two or three cars over, someone leaned into their horn.

Whhhhhooooooonnnnk.

“Dude, get the @#$%^ out and give me your insurance.”

No way I would set foot out of my car, the man was huge and given his vocabulary, dialog would not be his choice for dispute resolution.

Now he was at my door.

“Give me the damn insurance!”

I looked him in the eye and I tried a technique from Vadim Zelands’ book: Reality transurfing. I would defuse his focused energy by meeting it with energy of a different frequency. His was strong, incendiary, negative. I would be soft, calming and positive. Funny how that sounded exactly like aikido to me. Instead of physical redirection of energy, this was done mentally.

Would it work?

“Yes sir.” I leaned over to my glove compartment. “I have it right here. Could you help me find it?”