Mindfulness | Advice | Relationships
Jealously is an insidious emotion which unsettles the confident and destroys the weak.
When someone has a strong desire for the advantage that someone else has, they are showing their own weakness, not the other’s strength. Both sides are affected in a negative way.
The French call it jalousie — which comes from the word meaning ‘keen’.
The Latin zelus comes from the Greek word zelos, which means ‘emulation, ardour or zeal.’ Zelos also means to ‘boil’ or ‘ferment.’
This intertwining of the words Jealous and Zealous reveals an important fact.
The word Jealous is a Force, with an intensity reflected by the build up of energy that boiling requires.
An emotion that boils inside of us, building up pressure until it is released in steam is a dangerous emotion for all involved.
It is a weapon, that is directed outward with intent to destroy but it attacks the one who wields it at the same time.
When you know someone is jealous of you, you can feel it on a subconscious level. Often you make yourself smaller in an attempt to try and fit in, so the jealous person stops the assault. You try to hide your light, which weakens both of you.
What exists on a deeper level?
Jealously isn’t confined to material goods. It isn’t simply that we want what someone else has, it’s about the choices we’ve made in our lives.
We want what someone else has because we see that they are living at a deeper level than we are. They are living at a higher vibration and we want what they have without doing the work required to get there.
Jealousy is the result of Comparison and Judgment, two actions that create separation between us and others. Acceptance is an antidote that will help release us from this negative emotion.
And now this:
I am twenty and in love with a boy. My best girlfriend is one of those girls that always seems to be able to get a boys’ attention. She has long legs and beautiful blonde hair that is an attraction to members of both the male and female sex.
He is walking beside me, holding my hand, yet when she passes he turns and stares as she walks, following her prancy little butt with his eyes. I glare at him and he ducks his head sheepishly, caught in the act.
It seems like a small thing, but later that night it comes back in a dream. I play the scene over and over again, as she passes, she glances over at me and I see her mocking gaze, ‘you are nothing,’ she whispers as she tosses her perfect hair, a sheet of heavy golden silk.
She brushes my boyfriend with her skirts, their slow motion sliding caresses his thigh and I see him harden. Her scent lingers as she passes and he inhales deeply, a secret smile forms on his curved lips as he turns back to me.
A shift in perspective:
I see the two of them holding hands as they walk toward me. She is dark and tiny and I am sure she is fairy folk, come to make me feel like a newborn colt, all elbows and knees. I am huge in comparison to her, huge and clumsy.
In an instant I am sweating everywhere, it runs down my back and I am sure she has noticed as she looks directly at me.
I glance at her eyes, and lose myself in the deep clear pools of golden tea, they flash brightly as I near the two of them. Her hair is tousled in a dreamy sleepy way, looking ravished and carefully coiffed at the same time. Her curls tumble over her bare shoulder and they trace her curves down her back to her tightly held ass. I feel it in my eyes as desire rushes to my face.
She has velvet skin that glows in a dusky twilight of its own and her scent rises of spice and newborn babies mingled with musk and I am wet.
I try to avoid touching her by passing on the side that her boyfriend is walking; right when I am close I stumble slightly and almost trip, my skirts lightly brush him and I am embarrassed to be so close.
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