Expulsion Inhibitors

The first factor to consider in expulsion are expulsion inhibitors. Expulsion inhibitors block cycles from being resolved. In Sal's sneeze cycle example, it was the screaming giant projecting shame and terror onto Sal. Creating a safe environment will allow Sal to expel without adding additional stress cycles. A safe environment is absent of expulsion inhibitors.

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It has occurred to me that, as a man, I need to be aware of an expulsion inhibitor which keeps me limited in the number of safe listening environments I can choose from in order to expel. I have terror as an expulsion inhibitor when I relate to women; or more accurately put, the concept of WOMEN.

This next article, Article II, explains the terror and the need to repress the terror; and the unfortunate results for myself and the women I choose as listeners.

Article II

Caged

The dog in the cage is a Doberman. She snarls and snaps into the air with viciousness. I watch as she foams at the mouth. Lunging her head out between the bars, she makes it clear to me that she is going to keep me at a distance. She is afraid of me. The cage I have enclosed her with, is giving me comfort. I am afraid of her. The kind of fear I have of her is complete and total terror. I can't imagine unleashing her for fear that she could destroy me.

As an infant, I look up into my mother's eyes. She is very big. I am aware of, not only her size in comparison to mine, but also that I have been created by her. The experience of my own birth along with the realization that my creator is now going to be my only source of food, shelter, comfort, and the development of my self worth, scares the hell out of me. "I can't allow her to destroy me" wells up a voice from deep within my psyche. I am aware that she could destroy me emotionally as well as physically.

As a young boy, I watch as the sinking ship explodes into flames during the movie I watch on television. The people are screaming, "Save the women and children." While the flames grow with intensity aboard the ship, my dad sits in a chair next to the television reading the paper and occasionally watching the movie. A terrifying thought occurs to me as I watch the scene unfold; "How come the men got to get drowned dead?" I look up at dad, who was still reading the paper and say, "How come I got to get drowned and get dead when I get big?" My father looks at me and says with remorse, "Men are the disposable people in our culture, I'm sorry." I became painfully un-aware (at some subconscious level), of how being a male and death were directly related in our culture. Every warfare film and every rescue-the-women program there after, reinforced the same idea; "Men are disposable in our culture."

As I entered school sports I remember how each coach continued to train us for being disposable. Pain and feelings became our enemy. We were learning how to become the best disposable people we could be. Had I known what I know now, I might have thought something like, "You know if I had the creation of life like women, I wouldn't have to go through this kind of training for war and become a disposable person." Even the women joined in this kind of training by saying things like, "Big boys don't cry, Eat your breakfast so you can grow up to be big and strong, or Don't be silly that doesn't hurt." You see, in order to be disposable, you must disconnect all your feelings of pain, terror, compassion, and grief. Conditioning a person to be disposable is an intense process; taking a lot of time and reinforcement from both the men and women in our culture (i.e. role models and peers).

So here we have it; disposable people who are scared to death of what the concept of WOMEN represents for them at a deep subconscious survival level. Disposable people who are trained at birth to begin to learn how to protect the womb of a women at all costs to themselves, even if it means death. Save the women for she is all powerful with the creation of life embedded in her body. I'm assured that as a male I may count on someday sacrificing my existence to safeguard the continuation of my culture. I have already sacrificed a great deal of myself by the cutting off of: my pain, my terror, my feelings, etc. Those parts of me were a great loss. My sacrifices were great, even before the war begins. The resentments I feel for having to be trained like this in our culture, are apparent in the way I treat women on occasion. The terror of what the concept of WOMEN represents to my most basic instincts may also be seen in how I come to relate to women.

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