The Problem with Introverts…

I’ll kick this off with a joke I used to use on my MBTI courses which I gave.

An Introvert Joke

It’s a rainy day. The reception teacher is getting the kids ready to go home. She struggles for 5 minutes with one child’s boots, tugging them on and getting them laced up.

Just as she’s finished, the I child says, “those aren’t my boots”. The teacher sighs and spends another few minutes undoing them and taking them off.

Just as she’s finished, the child adds, “They’re my brother’s. My mum said I had to wear them today.”

In the MBTI context I have an INFJ preference. I score very high for introversion and judging but my intuition {N} score is close to the maximum available. That intuition is introverted so largely unseen. That means I have a highly organised orientation which is strictly timed with big picture thinking. If people are late and chaotic I can get unsettled / peeved. People see my warm caring feeling F side but I can easily flip to the more logical T side.

For years I acted out ENTJ because I thought that was what blokes were meant to be.

Over the years many people have expressed an opinion about what I am like, who I am, what I am capable off, what my predilections are. They may have expected some kind of response. Rarely did they get one. I am not keen on arguing the toss. It is a stupid waste of time. Some people learn by testing their ideas out in conversation and may expect a push back. Why should I do their work for them? As an introvert I very rarely offer up information or opinion. If I do it will be in a tiny stepwise manner. If things are joined up in my inner world, I have no need to express it. Viewed from one angle few if any get to see what might be called “me”. One could be mysterious and say that I am like an iceberg with hidden depths and not a lettuce like Liz.

I have noted that if you don’t agree or disagree with what someone says they imagine it to be correct, perhaps more correct than it actually is. I could be wrong in this but my intuition can be very reliable. It is not my problem if they have the wrong end of the stick.

People who are fond of bullshitting whether mutual or otherwise, can feel uncomfortable because I don’t play the BS / hype / exaggerate / big up game. Women are less prone to this discomfort than men. Who seem to need ritual sniffing and metaphorical at urinal wall pissing contests. In any case I now have an enlarged prostate. I can be very deadpan and uninterested. There is no uncomfortable silence for me.

It is funny in doctor’s waiting rooms. I do not arse about on my ‘phone, I do not read the magazines and never break the silence in an attempt to have a chat. Someone often breaks. They try to engage. Here I can apologize and explain that I do not speak French well. This nearly always restores the silence. Many are uncomfortable without noise.

In one particular framework my predilection is for dreaming and not (s)talking and I am “in” the place of power and dreaming, the South. I have met a number of people who give courses on dreaming and lucid dreaming in particular. Each of these has been by predilection a (s)talker. Which roughly maps with extroversion. They like techniques like waking in the middle of the night, working with apps and finding their hands to prove that they are in a lucid dream. They interrupt the dream to direct it. In one sense they have talked at an experienced dreamer. They were used to being seen as the expert.

It is possible that they could have learned vast amounts about dreaming from me. But the biggest hindrance to dreaming is talking. They will never know what might have been because I felt no need to big myself up or compare dreaming cock size. I did not need to name drop and show how “in” I was with the dreaming community.

The problem with introverts is that if you talk at them. They will stay schtum and say little or nothing. If you ask, they might just respond, depending on wind direction and the phase of the moon.

It is even worse in my case because I have no need to play the itchy back game because I am no longer in that world. There is currently no need for me to join in…

Gandalf Likes Chicken Jalfrezi…

As part of the morning routine, I take any waste and the coffee grounds out to the composters. I usually leave the pot and the cafetiere there and go to check the marker / witness sticks around the pond. We need to get the coypu situation sorted before the lotuses start.

Yesterday I had some leftover chicken jalfrezi in a saucepan. The recipe contains turmeric, paprika and tomatoes. I left the saucepan on top of the composter and did my rounds. Now Gandalf is the young female stray cat. She is both grey and white and hence her name. Gandalf the grey battled the Balrog underground and as consequence was reborn as Gandalf the white. Her white fur is very white.

When I got back from my rounds, she was there on top of the composter with her head in the saucepan licking the jalfrezi sauce. She picked up some smears of yellow-orange sauce on her face. There is still some residual colour this morning. Turmeric can be difficult to shift. She seemed to like the jalfrezi. What about vindaloo? That remains to be seen.

As a result, I have had to change my routine and not leave pots on the composter.

This morning’s round reveals that the dastardly coypu twins have found / made a new hole in the fence. The witness sticks near that hole have been moved. The ones near the electric fence remain relatively untouched.

I have 25m of fencing with 2mm thick wire arriving later this week. This afternoon there is no rain and we are predicted the dizzy heights of 7 °C. So, I shall rewire the electric fence to be a four strand fence with 4-5 cm gaps between strands. I’ll popover into the swamp and the DMZ in the neighbouring wild and strim their side of the fence.

That means when the new fencing arrives, I am good to go…

Gathering Winter Fuel

Today I cut up the wooden palette upon which one of our deliveries of wood came. To break the palette into planks, remove the nails and then size these with a chain saw takes a couple of hours. The sized pieces can then be turned into kindling with a hatchet. This saves something like £25. Time is something I have a fair bit of for now.

If you would have told me that I would be changing the cain on a chain saw when I lived in Surrey, I would not have believed you. The thermal cut out on the battery chain saw kicked in this afternoon. The chain was blunt. So, I stripped the saw back and fitted a new chain doing some maintenance cleaning at the same time. Then wearing my authentic Canadian lumberjack shirt, I got back to work. The planks sliced more easily and I estimate we now have 10 weeks of kindling.

Did you know there is a right way and a wrong way to fit a chainsaw chain?

This morning, we had 770 kg of propane delivered. That is about 17,500 moles or about 1 x 1028 molecules. That is a lot of molecules. It is around 11,000kWh. It is going to be expensive.

We have also had 2 cubic metres of logs delivered by a nice chap from the nearby town.

So, we have gathered enough winter fuel to see us to April. This might be our last winter here or it might not.

Next winter the wood we harvested after Tempest Ciaran should be ready to burn, so our fuel bill will be lower. We have about 10 cubic metres stored.

I am considering getting a tarpaulin and making a makeshift log store so that I can harvest some for winter 2026….

Gathering winter fuel…

Renunciation or Self-Sabotage?

The human ability to kid oneself is well known though for those kidding, difficult to accept. At the moment there are many who deem the slaughter in Gaza justifiable and apt. They do not imagine any karmic consequences because that notion would be very inconvenient. Irrespective of how things are temporarily brought to a close, there will be consequences ongoing.

The normal idea of success in the “West” might be to have a good career, make progress, climb the housing ladder and perhaps have a relationship or marriage and thence to propagate the species. One might like a nice car and pleasant foreign holidays. Perhaps gaining some measure of societal kudos along the way. One would not sulkily throw one’s toys out of the cot; one would comply more or less to the norm. Psychology might point you in this direction.

If for example you are a bodhisattva called Siddartha Gautama, it would be OK to run out on a young wife and child, leave the palace of your father the King and renounce the kingdom to which you are heir. But for normal people this would be wrong.

Viewed from one angle this is an ungrateful act of wanton self-sabotage. Siddhartha shot himself in the foot and abandoned a pleasant life, one which many might aspire to. To the starving, the poor and the unshod this makes no sense. Yet according to legend this subsequently facilitated his teaching and his completion of the career goal of any bodhisattva, namely enlightenment and Buddhahood.

In the post previous I pointed at something that many would not understand. I shelved a high value job at a prestigious space agency. The successful completion of which could have opened the way for senior positions and a way back from the “wilderness”. We would have had plenty of cash.

There were a number of warning omens when we were viewing properties in and near Leiden. Retrospect suggests that the job was a temptation of sorts.

Earlier I walked out of a marriage with a very young child which caused the sale of a house in London now worth £ 1 million. I left a new age group which I gave heart and soul to establish. I “gave” my shares back to a start-up company the vision for which was to a fair extent mine. I quit a then tenured academic job at a top university, something to which many aspired. I had no other job lined up just a few training courses. One of these went pear shaped so I gave them up too. To move from a highly timetabled job into near nothing was a bit of a shock to the system. I resigned from another short lived university teaching post. I cut contact with my aged mother. I forwent relations with family.

None of these were easy. I am not a prince.

One could say that I am simply a loser who could not hack it.

One could say that these were acts of stepwise renunciation. The integral over micro-renunciations has a similar effect to sudden departure.

 Or one could call deem them all the INFJ door slam, a fault in my character.

What is it that seeks success? It is the self and not the Soul. In this logic renunciation is indeed an act of self-sabotage. The ambitions of the self are stymied in stepwise succession. I know that I can live without any of these accoutrements. If you like I have physical plane proof by experience. I am not bound by the fear of missing out on a normal successful life.

I could be kidding myself. Trying to find an excuse for my squandering of opportunity. Or maybe I have simply thrown my toys out of my cot because things did not go my way.

Nobody else has experienced these things like I did. Nobody else has felt the tearing, the ripping. I am alone in my moccasins which I may not loan to another.

People might have opinions.

I cannot return to the trajectory my life was once on. Any attempt has gone badly awry. The dramatic might say that I am not meant to. Or one could argue that it is the karma of wanton squandering. I made the bed and now I must sleep in it.

There remains one question concerning what if anything I do with the remainder of earthly sojourn.

Hmnn…

The Coypu Saga Continued…

I extended a single strand electric fence over the most recently chewed hole and plugged in the HV.

I went out to inspect this morning…





The wire had been moved upwards and the support posts twisted consistent with an ingress attempt. The witness sticks around the pond had been moved so I assumed success.


Around 9pm CET time there is a movement to the left consistent with a shocked Coypu running off.


Around 4AM the camera is triggered but no Coypu recorded. You can see the wire twisted up. The blighter came back. It is probably hungry as the river is in flood so no access to bank and river bed food.


Just before dawn getting a hurry up shock on the way out.


It looks as though he is learning to take the risk for the reward.

I guess a shock to the nose is worse than to the back.

I will put two strands across the hole later today.

Recollections and Story

Over the last few days, I have been having problems with my osteo-arthritis. I saw the physio on Monday and as a result had pain. I am not yet taking medication. I have arthritis in both hips and my lower spine. There is also arthritis in my cervical spine with two herniated discs and a narrowing of the spinal canal. There is pressure on my spinal cord and from time to time my fingers are symptomatic from the hernias. I am worn out and my movement is rigid and slightly spastic. I cannot stand for long times.

As such I have a growing empathy for the character Wotan Wagner in the Ragnarök series here pictured with Thor or ᚦᚢᚱ.

Intellectually I know that one day I too may need a mobility scooter. It is a moot point whether or not I cark it before then. I don’t sense longevity in me.

I am due to have a catch up call over the internet in a few days’ time and it is occurring to me that it will be very difficult to explain, to tell the story of what happened to me in the interceding years. Which version do I give?

How might I turn my recollections into a credible story?

If I do not omit huge chunks, will I come across as bat-shit crazy?

There are some things which I do not believe that I can convey to anyone.

I am not being arrogant here; I am making an honest assessment of impossibility.

Only one person in the world has much of an idea. I have never strung it all together before. Which pointed me at a possible vanity project, an autobiography.

I have a recapitulation chart 1964-2007 upstairs which might help.

Because of the eternal now, I have poor recollection of physical plane events which might be the substance of a regular autobiography. I have annotations of meditations and dreams but without checking with my wife I would struggle to piece things back together in the mundane world.

I don’t really have a narrative, an operational legend per se.

If someone asked me, I have no idea how I might account for my life…in toto.

Weird…

Coypu – Nutria – A Global Problem?

Based on last night’s trail cam the little blighters did not come up off the full river, nor did they cross the bridge. It is pissing down today. I walked around the pond and at the edge of the property I noticed what appears to be a freshly chewed hole in the wire mesh fence. The mesh wire is more than a couple of millimetres thick. That is some chewing.

I’ll monitor the hole tonight and if they come through, I will extend a single strand of the electric fence to cover the hole. I might run it wilderness side to protect the fence.

From the internet these coypu are a problem in Europe, Japan and USA.

I have read some interesting ideas some of which might not be accurate. The Americans prefer guns. Though on one forum I saw juicy fruit chewing gum mentioned.  Juicy fruit has a strong odour. The protagonist suggests that the Coypu cannot pass this so they die of constipation. Another suggestion was chocolate Ex-lax laxative. Apparently, this causes them to shit themselves to death.

When I was a kid, as a prank, I offered one of my school friends some Ex-lax. I even told him it was laxative chocolate. He ate it, nevertheless. Half an hour later he had to leave class in something of a rush. People sometimes do not believe the truth.

Clearly, coypu are something of a hobby / irritation for many around the globe.

They were introduced into Japan during the second world war to provide fur…

You learn something new every day…

We have some lemon flavoured Movicol in the drugs store and I can probably source some industrial grade Pico-lax before my next colonoscopy…we have loperamide and racecadotril or acetorphan, too.

Hmn….

The Coypu Saga Continues…

Over the last few days, the river has been in flood and flowing very quickly. Previously we have had no Coypu visits when it has been like that. So, I put the trail cam outside my office to confirm the re-appearance of the new hefty tom cat. Sure enough, he visited and sniffed the pissing tree during the night. He is probably not feral as he looks very well fed.

This morning, I inspected the electric fence in the corner of the property. The fence had been interfered with and some of the wires had slipped their guides.

Here is what a big Coypu does when it gets shocked {from February last year}. Turn up the volume. You can see an earthing spark in the infrared images.

As you can see the Coypu jumps, grunts and disturbs the fence. I am reasonably sure that something got shocked last night. BUT the witness sticks at two point of ingress into the pond were untouched.

So, I have repositioned the camera for tonight and placed witness sticks at all the points of entry into the pond.

Perhaps we have deterrence, perhaps not.

Maybe I can put some antipigeon spikes on the wall to the right in the video above, down by the river… if the blighters are accepting the shock for a nice midnight snack….

Do Coypu Get Used to Electric Shocks?

When I was ~ 11 years old my father insisted that I read “Don’t Die in the Bundu” which is a bushcraft survival manual for sub Saharan Africa.

I enjoyed it and built prototypes of several of the traps / snares.  I have a reservoir of unusual knowledge for someone who spent their adolescence and early adulthood largely in the city in the UK. I can track a little.

Passport photo taken at the GB High Commission in Lusaka a little before my tenth birthday.

I was involved in a fatal boating accident around that age 11 on the Kafue River in Zambia. My younger sister and I along with a younger boy went fishing with three African game wardens / rangers in a small rowing boat. On the way to the fishing grounds a hippo came up under the boat and capsized it. One of the rangers could not swim so he drowned. We swam to an island. The remaining two rangers followed. One was taken by a large crocodile only a few metres from where we stood. Later we had to island hop to get within shouting distance of the camp. Having witnessed a crocodile attack you might imagine the hesitancy getting back into water.

Last night I put witness sticks on to the pond ingress points used by the Coypu. The patterns were disturbed at two locations. I had the trail camera looking at the bridge and another part of the bank. I have learned from academic literature on this subject that Coypu don’t climb well. They did not use this root. But they were in the water of the pond overnight. I am guessing they are young males forced out of the den by dominant daddy Coypu who from prior video has a big set of cojones.

I will reposition the camera tonight. I have read that some animals develop strategies for passing electric fences like running fast so as to use the time between pulses. Some learn to jump. There is a risk reward balance. If the food is nice they might tolerate the shock.

There is another possibility that the Coypu are hiding in the pond during the day and do not leave.

Depending on tonight’s footage I have several options.

1) I can fit a fourth strand to the electric fence to make it higher, I have the kit already.

2) I can source a different power supply with shorter gaps between pulses and increase the energy up to 1 Joule. A wet Coypu has got to be a good conductor.

3) Some people apparently have had success with cat litter. I could collect some cat turds and put them down by the ingress from the river.

4) I could try to snare them, but I am not sure I could euthanise.

Hmnn…

Dreaming and Rāja Yoga

“The trick in setting up the dreaming does not lie in looking at things, but in sustaining sight of them when they are no longer in sight. Dreaming becomes real once you have succeeded in bringing into sharp focus anything you bring to mind, for then there is no difference between what you do when dreaming and what you do when you are not dreaming.”

I think it fair to say that I am artistically challenged, I am not good at sketching. In school when there was a class mural for assembly, I was allowed to do the pine trees. I can however visualize well, perhaps very well.

There are many different notions on dreaming but the Toltec aphorism above suggests a visualisation perhaps in a meditative state. Setting up the active dreaming starts with the visualisation of a yellow rose. This is the Western analogue of the Eastern lotus. I have done both approaches. The idea is to open up the heart centre and connect it vis throat to Ajna.

When I am meditating, I look like some geezer sat in a chair with his eyes closed.This is what is going on inside.

In January 2009 I had been meditating on the Caduceus slowly building the form over weeks.  Here is an attempt to sketch what went on in a half hour rāja yoga or active dreaming meditation. If you take you time the form stabilises and becomes reproducible.

There are many models and if you look closely, you can see a re-presentation of kabalistic Otz-Chiim or Yggdrasil of the runic shaman or Asvattha which preceded the Hermetic Caduceus according to Blavatsky.

Attitudes to non-concrete science have changed since the days of Prof. James Emerson Reynolds FRS.

James Emerson Reynolds (8 January 1844 – 18 February 1920) was an Irish chemist who was the first scientist to isolate thiourea and developed the “Reynolds’s test” for acetone.

Reynolds was a member of a number of institutions, including the Institute of Chemistry of Great Britain and Ireland, the Society of Chemical Industry, of which he was president from 1891-91, the Chemical Society and the Royal Society. In 1919 he had a serious accident, which was followed by a stroke. He died at his home 3 Inverness Gardens, Kensington on 18 February 1920. The chemistry department in TCD have his original specimen of thiourea on display.