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February 11, 2006

Reading the Signs

Whether by physical association prompted by lust and desire or mere proximity due to circumstances alone, there have been occasions in my experience where I have been forced to rely on the presence of one or more men to make a point, complete an assignment or simply save my hide.

While I am very much a woman and, in my own right, an assertive individual, elsewhere in the world my gender alone has tended to preclude all perceptions other than that of weak. There are many cultures and societies in the world where women have no value or status outside of their role as brood mare, nanny, maid or concubine of some man. In those places Western women are rarely regarded as an individual of substance, much less value.

It has been in those places where I have had to rely on the mere presence of a man to sell my cover and aide my ability to move without ripple or suspicion. In those instances, Yabu has been invaluable.

Curiously, Yabu does not blend, despite physical attributes that could lend themselves to different ethnicities. He does not blend in the States because he carries a sense of ageless mysticism that makes white bread Americans uncomfortable. Yet, he most assuredly does not blend outside the States because he carries himself with an unmistakably American swagger of good intention and naiveté.

I have long believed he has been able to go unnoticed because he retains a pure heart that prompts no alarm or suspicion in others, irrespective of how nefarious they may be. Deception has never been his way. While he it may be difficult to read the guile behind his shuttered focus, there is no con within Yabu. A part of me remains amazed he still walks among us, but karma has always smiled favorably on him.

Words are actually the least reliable method of gaining information. Much can be conveyed on a multitude of levels by not only watching someone, but by observing how others respond to that individual.

Each of us has a certain innate and unconscious axis of attention. Some are attuned to sexual impulses while others look for social cues revolving around popularity or acceptance from others.

In my business, the most dangerous to me are those who vigilantly scan their surroundings out of a primary desire for self-preservation. They operate from a position of natural paranoia and require a certain dominion and control over themselves and their surroundings. They are also most likely to perform reconnaissance on an area prior to attending a social event, business meeting or even a romantic rendezvous with a long-time lover. Not surprisiningly, these individuals have difficulty maintaining eye contact with another when speaking due to their constant visual scanning.

One might think this last group of individuals would be easily groomed for my line of work; however, they are ill-suited because the ordinary world naturally presents such a scary place for them, any real or imminent danger renders them unable to function in any semblance of a normal manner. In most situations, it is usually these individuals on whom I must concentrate first. It is only after they are secured, that I can be effective.

Notwithstanding, this group has routinely comprised my unwitting tools. Over the years I have learned to rely on their well-honed skills to ferret out the unusual. Any real sense of alarm from one or more around me alerts me to heighten my own caution and attention.

Channeling another's axis of attention is the soundest form of persuasion because relating to someone on their own frequency is comforting and reassuring to him. When it occurs without thought or design, it is serendipitous and gives both parties the feeling of deja vu, comforting familiarity, and a sense of connection.

By design, it is this intuitive, yet conscious ability that allows one to transform into someone or something other than what he or she is. It is far more effective than any physical disguise or well-rehearsed charlatan. The practice makes a skilled practitioner into something akin to a psychic chameleon.

We all have talents.

Some are just more apparent than others.

Posted by Domino at February 11, 2006 09:56 PM | Domino

Posted by: Yabu at February 12, 2006 12:20 PM