My Neighbor’s Pitbull has a Big Ego, but Mine is Meaner!

“We step outside the trailer and a hot wind blows.”

“We step outside the trailer and a hot wind blows.”

Wait a second!

What in tarnation is that? And what’s that bowl doing there? To whom does it belong? 

Oh no… it’s our dog!

We never thought it necessary to name him, but should have… as dogs can be called out. Instead, we fed our feisty pup until it grew into a full sized snarler.

Now if our dog spills the trashcan - we usually just pop a cold one. But when the cat's missing its hind legs, or the kids are screaming and stuck on the truck's hood, that’s when we brandish the baseball bat to teach the dog who’s king of the camp, right?

Here in the campsite, the ego commonly growls at others. It’s very nature is to bite and tear. When it tries to avoid conflict, it’s drawn back to fight. Egos disguise themselves as soul. They’re hackled fibbers, doing what they must to retain their illusory tall-tails. Their bark spins the tale of spiritual warfare, all to hide the truth they were born in a mirrored doghouse. While pretending to cast the original reflection, we’ve unlearned the dastardly ego trick of equating soul to spirit.

Among the dilapidated RV’s, growling dogs fight by the dumpster. Howling in frustration that ‘the spiritual’ can’t be described by barks and whimpers, the kennel of such utterances is self-limiting. It’s the whining canine brain that digs a hole to hide that bone.

Only the spirit is free of chain. It’s never gotten its ear torn off. Leaping from the dirt it becomes as if it never was, still enjoying the sensation of its prize dogfight memories. Simply put… the soul is as spiritual as a Mexican Hairless is a Pitbull. Knowing this, we master our snarl and cure our mange. Barriers between souls create leash tension by nature.

Ornery egos are the result of not digging under the fence. Yipping pain and wagtail pleasure always scratches itself. Still, we can run free in our awareness that inflamed ego is the cause of suffering. Pain… well it comes and goes.

From the vantage at Camp Absolute, there’s no right and wrong ego. Only in Camp Relative is ego-imbalance cured… where unmuzzled bravado no longer has us rooting around duality’s dumpster.

As souls slip under the fence into their Absolute-self, they know they're in a campground, one chosen, and one of service… regardless of what other compartmentalized souls snarl.

So how are we to get our ego-dog to behave? 

Well, for the small-self snarky poodle or mildly arrogant schnauzer, we gently have them walk behind our Absolute-self, as we’re the dominant alpha. However, if our pet’s vicious, we wait for a hot spell, remove the umbrella, and turn off the water. We allowed it because it provided safety in certainty. So now, we ego whisper… taking that four legged creature for a stress inducing, push-the-limit gauntlet. We know there’s going to be yelping, perhaps a one-way journey to euthanasia, although we aren’t seeking to put ourselves down.

Starting with a ten minute basking in the kiddie pool, we ground with water and earth. Here, we greatly reduce the opportunity for our dog to lure us to the ‘neighbors’ area… which would lead us to tangle with their pets. After all, fighting dogs like blood. Once they taste it, they want more.

Then, we place our paws at the edge of oblivion, placing ourselves at risk. This, until the ego settles and the mind quiets. Whether traversing icy solitude, hiking treacherous mountains, or going on a 100 mile trot-about in the desert… we do so until we can no longer chase rabbits, nor they chase us.

At completion, we know our silent dog whistle must be consistently blown. Otherwise, ‘he’ll’ again be crashing through our window with bared teeth and foaming mouth.

Sniffing and scratching ourselves into awareness, we declare;

"I appreciate my dog more when I realize it’s bred for my convenience. 

I am the master of my ego… and my dog. My pitbull of an ego can relax, creating more possibility and presence.

I have named my ego, like I do a dog.

I am not my collar. I strip it away and imagine myself feral and confident.

I am not my personality. Sometimes I’m just sleepy under the trailer.

I am not my relationships, even if I’m friends with cats.

I am not my thoughts, especially when I’m staring at an unattended steak.

I am not my creations, although my pawprint cement impressions can be quite impressive.

I am not my emotions, though possums do piss me off.

I am not my desires. They come and go like a box of my favorite biscuits.

I am not my achievements… not withstanding the coat of fur I’ve decorated our carpet with.

I am no better, nor worse than any other (with the exception of some Chihuahua’s).

As an animal, I no longer have fear of becoming a throw rug. Only ‘humans’ fear abandoning the soul and body.

I respect my ego as a tool and playground chew toy.

My perception of fur and teeth is higher-self game.

The ever-present ‘me’ transcends barks and growls.

The ever-present ‘me’ is larger than anything with attachments, and can never be chained.

Ego’s an enjoyable pet. Trained, I navigate its moods… that of the self and that of the selfless. 

I am now ready to take another walk, if needed.

The dog represents the ‘ego’, in all its variations. The Airstream behind it symbolizes an energetic-soul-being.

Some ‘dogs’ have large egos.

You can become an ego whisperer.

The PO Boxes of TwinInferno.org contain a choice of allegorical themes that may ease and entertain - or not ; )

Name your ego to begin the ego-whispering process.

Parable contains metaphors and terms;

Dog (Poodle<Schnauzer<Pitbull) - Represents the ego throughout the stages of 'Natural to Inflamed'.

Airstream/RV/Recreational Vehicle/Vehicle/Trailers - Although an Airstream is an aluminum travel trailer, it is used here as a metaphor for the physical and energetic ‘body’ that is sometimes identified as body and soul.

Smaller-self - A term used as a literary device to indicate the transient perception of both the natural ego and the inflamed ego.

Absolute - The ‘Absolute’ is placed in the context of ‘absolute and its subordinate relative’. This does not imply a dualistic relationship, as the ‘Absolute and relative’ are not mutually arising (see def). The vantage of the absolute transcends all suspension of disbelief when aware of the temporal (see def) concept of ‘mutual arising‘.