I have come across a few in my experience. For me, they are usually in the workplace. A supervisor or a boss. Somebody who takes a dislike and treats me in a way that isn't right. They abuse their authority. But I discovered there is another explanation as to why these people are in my life, and understanding it might really change things. According to Carlos Castaneda - What is a Petty Tyrant?
This would explain why the person living in the room next to me could not be any worse. So many triggers, from an autistic perspective. Playing music and television unreasonably loud. Slamming his door when it could be closed quietly with the handle, whether it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon or 5 o'clock in the morning. Continuing to smoke in a non-smoking house after having been told more than once by the landlord to stop. These are all triggers for me.
The smoking is the hardest to deal with because there isn’t anything I can do. Yes I have got mad. Yes I have contacted the landlord and complained. Nothing has changed. All that can change is how I process it because that is the only thing I can possibly change.
If I get mad it affects me in the heart centre literally. I feel I am doing the wrong thing by taking it so personally. I do notice certain thoughts going round my head that want me to say something out loud. I thought about opening my door and shouting out in the hallway 'stop smoking!! This is a smoke-free house' and then slamming my door shut. But this seems so full of ego. I don't believe it will change a thing.
I know he is a tyrant. He definitely feels he can do whatever he likes. I find being around that extremely difficult. I avoid him. I don't wish to see him. I don't want to look into his face. But his presence affects me. I have to work around him. As if he is the important one and I am meaningless. His world is about aggressive confronting, loud speaking, fast talking, no breath taking. I can't handle it. I can't force things to be how I think they should be. I also can't let go of the feeling that he has a right to live his way. Even if it seems so unreasonable.
So what do I do to accept it? I put earplugs in, or watch something or listen to something as soon as I hear him come in, as soon as I know he is here I change my circumstances to make it easier for me to be here until he is not.
But I cannot do anything to mitigate the cigarette smoke; that is the hardest thing for me to accept. And because I struggled so much to accept my mother smoking when I was a child, I can see why this would be particularly true.
There was a rare moment in my life about eight years ago when I was able to accept cigarette smoke in the worst way I could imagine. I sat with my ex father-in-law in his living room in Scotland, not long before we expected him to die, where he chain-smoked with all the windows closed. I wasn't sure I would be able to be there, and each evening as we walked back to the guest house, with my clothes stinking of cigarettes, discovering the wind would blow most of those particles away by the time we got back, I realised I was doing it anyway.
I wanted to be with him more than my discomfort. It feels like I have to do that here too. I don't drink but if I did, knowing he does, what would happen if I knocked on his door and offered him a bottle? Maybe alcohol isn't the best idea, but the idea is to introduce a new vibration into the mix. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Non-judgmentalness. Love. If I can do that, or just accept him as he is, I will have risen above my current state of being. I will have raised my vibration. That will be a good thing.
This would explain why the person living in the room next to me could not be any worse. So many triggers, from an autistic perspective. Playing music and television unreasonably loud. Slamming his door when it could be closed quietly with the handle, whether it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon or 5 o'clock in the morning. Continuing to smoke in a non-smoking house after having been told more than once by the landlord to stop. These are all triggers for me.
The smoking is the hardest to deal with because there isn’t anything I can do. Yes I have got mad. Yes I have contacted the landlord and complained. Nothing has changed. All that can change is how I process it because that is the only thing I can possibly change.
If I get mad it affects me in the heart centre literally. I feel I am doing the wrong thing by taking it so personally. I do notice certain thoughts going round my head that want me to say something out loud. I thought about opening my door and shouting out in the hallway 'stop smoking!! This is a smoke-free house' and then slamming my door shut. But this seems so full of ego. I don't believe it will change a thing.
I know he is a tyrant. He definitely feels he can do whatever he likes. I find being around that extremely difficult. I avoid him. I don't wish to see him. I don't want to look into his face. But his presence affects me. I have to work around him. As if he is the important one and I am meaningless. His world is about aggressive confronting, loud speaking, fast talking, no breath taking. I can't handle it. I can't force things to be how I think they should be. I also can't let go of the feeling that he has a right to live his way. Even if it seems so unreasonable.
So what do I do to accept it? I put earplugs in, or watch something or listen to something as soon as I hear him come in, as soon as I know he is here I change my circumstances to make it easier for me to be here until he is not.
But I cannot do anything to mitigate the cigarette smoke; that is the hardest thing for me to accept. And because I struggled so much to accept my mother smoking when I was a child, I can see why this would be particularly true.
There was a rare moment in my life about eight years ago when I was able to accept cigarette smoke in the worst way I could imagine. I sat with my ex father-in-law in his living room in Scotland, not long before we expected him to die, where he chain-smoked with all the windows closed. I wasn't sure I would be able to be there, and each evening as we walked back to the guest house, with my clothes stinking of cigarettes, discovering the wind would blow most of those particles away by the time we got back, I realised I was doing it anyway.
I wanted to be with him more than my discomfort. It feels like I have to do that here too. I don't drink but if I did, knowing he does, what would happen if I knocked on his door and offered him a bottle? Maybe alcohol isn't the best idea, but the idea is to introduce a new vibration into the mix. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Non-judgmentalness. Love. If I can do that, or just accept him as he is, I will have risen above my current state of being. I will have raised my vibration. That will be a good thing.
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