Spheres

         I walk my dog every day, on a residential street where the houses are set into a grand hillside.  The lots are the same size and the houses fairly similar.  The greatest difference I notice is in the attention and care given to the properties, ranging from overgrown and trashy yards to pristine, well-attended lawns and gardens.  And, to a one, the more attention given to the surroundings, the bigger the lawn.  At the well-tended properties, the owners have mowed the grass all the way up the hillside to the property line, expanding their yards to the fullest.  To the extent properties are unkempt, they have allowed the weeds and scrub trees to encroach on what could have been their recreation and living space. 

         I know better than to make a sweeping judgment about these strangers and their yards.  It’s tempting to conclude that the well-kept, expansive yards belong to happy, well-adjusted people and the scrubby yards to the depressed and anxious.  That’s true, in general.  But, a pretty yard may belie an ugly person, someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, or one who cares way too much about appearances.  An unkempt yard could belong to a happy, carefree person who puts his time and energy into other pursuits.  These physical spheres can be deceiving, because some people seek validation from external sources and some find validation from within.  Appearances can be faked.

         A yard surrounding a house is one kind of sphere, but there’s another, one that can’t be faked.  People have a space around them that ranges from positive and expansive to negative and choked.  It is a sphere of what religions might call the Holy Spirit or an extension of the soul, new-age philosophy calls an aura, and scientists call electromagnetic energy.  It can be photographed, measured, and felt by other human beings and animals.  It effects all living things and even inanimate objects within its range of detection.  Let’s call it a personal sphere. 

         While a physical sphere, like a yard around a house, can be deceiving, the personal sphere never lies.  It’s more accurate than fingerprints, handwriting, or body language in identifying a person.  At this point in time, however, the only way to measure it, without sophisticated equipment, is by its effects on other people and things. 

This makes you the only effective barometer of other people’s spheres.  You don’t need any other identifiers.  Your intuition reads the spheres expertly, whether you are aware of it or not.  And your intuition communicates to you with a “gut feeling.”  It’s not the psychic or spiritual gift it seems to be to those who have not yet discovered it nor learned to trust it.  It’s a skill everyone has and can hone.  How do you hone this skill?  You listen to those gut feelings, and follow them with action.  Try a Google search for “How My Intuition Saved My Life” for endless examples of people who listened to and trusted their gut feelings. 

A small percentage of the population have no sphere beyond their physical body at all, but a non-sphere, a negative sphere, something akin to a black hole.  True to the metaphor, such non-spheres come from a very dark place, from terminal anguish and pathology.  And they do what all black holes do—they suck in all light and energy that comes near them.  Bring a non-sphere and a healthy sphere together and both people will end up with nothing.  Energy and light extinguished.  It is hell on earth.  Avoid them at all costs.  Listen to your gut feelings, and follow those feelings with action.

Not only can you expertly read other people’s spheres, but you have control over your own.  Some combination of your conscious and subconscious thoughts, your beliefs and attitudes, your emotional state, and your state of health creates the electromagnetic energy in your personal sphere.  And, just like the yards I walk past every day, your sphere expands to the extent that you tend to it.  Look for an in-depth explanation of how to do such tending in my next book, Learn, Grow, Play: Why We’re Here

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