| If we deny our predicament the chance is that we're on the game of playing centre stage and will do anything to keep it going, seducing others into apparently adoring and being addicted to our particular marvellously elaborate and beautifully obscure story. (our mebo) |
| Their trick is to promise even more excitement and drama which takes our attention off the fact that this is qualified satisfaction rather than experience of realising the potential of our fundamental needs. |
| Danger: if you sense he is doing your a favour you can be sure he is seducing you - and unless you spot it you will pay the penalty. |
| Eventually we realise we've been hooked and wasted; we too
can remember with shame and regret when we played centre stage and realise
it was nothing more than having a low value of ourselves,
of our sense of identity. |
| Even more pathetic is seducing ourselves, believing our own mebos,
making rods for our own back when we make promises, going against our better judgement when we when we can't negotiate. |
| Sure signs of seduction.
1. flattery, phoney thanks and applause. 2. joining in, almost by default, a pseudo discovery for why someone
3. compulsions and supposed desperation. 4. promises, promises, promises. Note that all seduction is qualified satisfaction of our basic needs. |
| Yet we can stay close to what's really going on by testing our mood against the realisation of the potential of our fundamental needs. |