“His attitude stinks.”
“She’s a breath of fresh air.”
“I smell a rat.”
You emit energy. Like flowers have fragrance, like … garbage is smelly.
Your words, your energy, your vibe … they smack or sweeten someone else’s energy field — like fragrance wafts into their olfactory system.
Short story: My boy and I are on a holiday. Alongside a bunch of other tourists of all shapes and sizes, we’re crammed in the back of a shuttle van going from the hotel to the main attraction.
Tourist Lady in the front starts complaining about the hotel service. She has a valid point. But she goes on, and ON. And it escalates into name-calling and general unclassy-ness. The driver dude is respectfully nodding his head. We’re trapped. I say nothing, play with my kid’s fingers, enjoy the view.
We get out of the van and I say to m’boy, calmly, neutrally, curious: “So what’d you think of that lady and what she had to say?”
The Kid: She kinda stunk up the whole van with her talking, didn’t she?
Me: Yep. That’s what ‘mean’ smells like. Complaining is a vibe. Happiness is a vibe. And everyone around you can smell your vibe.
The Kid: Well, she should have shut her vibe up sooner.
“Emitting energy” can be such an abstract term to get a hold of, but if we imagine that our consciousness has a fragrance, if we visualize that our words, our gaze, our thoughts have a scent, then the concept starts to land. And then maybe we become more aware of what we’re emanating — or what’s left behind after we leave the room.
Bubble gum requests, jasmine invitations, the rose of compassion, citrus encouragement, the trace of a little lie, the stench of nasty, confection affection, the smelling salts of truth, the spice of provocation… What’s your signature blend?