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Distancing Communication

Distancing communication seems like an oxymoron, like dissonant communion. My ego center speaks communication while my organic systemic body listens for cooperatively co-invested communion Discerning what feels confluent, resonant with ecological health is wealth EarthTribal indigenous experience AND what feels like aggressive, possibly predative, lose/lose DIScommunication distressed communication dissonant noise dissociative distancing, sometimes ominously silent dormant trauma terminal absence of verbally transparent communication AND what feels like dualistic win/lose MIScommunication, missed cooperative win/win opportunity too Either my way Or hit the highway competitively risky, Agreeing to disagree for now too egocentric narcissistic too anthrosupremacist too StraightWhiteMale privileged too LeftBrain verbally dominant too lacking co-passion, too unwoke, but feeling more like inhumane ignorance than lose/lose malignant despairing pathological intent to DIScommunicate. My ecosystemic body feels Trust in win/win active hope, DIStrust for surviving lose/lose climate despair, economic and ecological degeneration, MIStrust of win/lose monoculturing monopolies monotheistic monochromatically anthrosupremacist Preachers and teachers of pure white bright paternalistic capitalism as Earth's only way truth life toward healthy salvation. Trust breeds neuro-systemic integrity. DIStrust feeds overwhelming feelings of violently weaponed despair. MIStrust of win/lose either/or LeftBrain dominant thinking not compliant with ecologically healthy experience is, on my best feeling nontraumatized days and peace dreaming therapeutic nights, a co-operating opportunity tool for responding to health risk chronically stressed emotive/cognitive poverty.

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