Caution! The visual child and the love of cockroaches
The invented Cockroaches had names and an interesting life. There were couples, wives, husbands, children, they differed in my drawings in clothes and characters. No, of course, these images were not associated with specific cockroaches, I, thank God, did not distinguish them from each other in reality …
When I was little, one of my favorite gifts was colored pencils. The fact is that at that time I grew up in a small southern town, where even notebooks were very difficult to get, which undoubtedly made the New Year's gift from colored pencils unique. New Year was associated for me not only with tangerines and a Christmas tree, but also with a magic box of colored pencils that lay under this tree. When everything calmed down, I sneaked up to them and took this new box in my hands, sniffed it, printed it out, fingered the pencils, licked them, but did not sharpen it for several days. I admired and nurtured those images and stories that I will draw. Whole stories, films, exciting stories and plots came out from under the freshly sharpened pencils. Someone was born, saved the world, made friends, loved, flew into space …
At that time, we had cockroaches in our apartment, very often they became characters in my stories. In the morning I opened the closet where they mostly lived and greeted them, in the evening I wished them good night, went to bed, and my imagination drew more and more new stories with their participation. The invented Cockroaches had names and an interesting life. There were couples, wives, husbands, children, they differed in my drawings in clothes and characters. No, of course, these images were not associated with specific cockroaches, I, thank God, did not distinguish them from each other in reality. The idea of a fix was to introduce them to other insects, which I did without delay - I collected all kinds of crawling beetles, brought them home and put them in the pantry. They crawled deep into those unexplored crevices where I could not get through, and where, without a doubt,there were magnificent cockroach interiors with cribs and cupboards, tables, plates, curtains and rugs.
I went to bed and was very worried about how the new tenants were there, how they were received, whether there were any quarrels, how they were accommodated, what shelves they were, whether they would fit on cockroach beds, because the beetles were larger than cockroaches. My parents saw the drawings, we always had a conversation about all my works and about cockroaches too. When painted cockroach coffins and solemn funerals appeared, they looked at each other.
I was often asked why cockroaches cry in pictures. I talked about the parents of my friends and the friends themselves who killed them. At the same time she shed tears. I remember how they sent me to my grandmother for a few days, and when I returned, after some time, I realized that there were no cockroaches. I looked into the closet, looked under the bathroom, in the kitchen. Mom came and, realizing what I was looking for, sat me down opposite and told me that the cockroaches had moved. She told them what kind of carts and trains they actually have, and even planes. Like my favorite cockroach Vasya in blue pants walked in front of everyone, everyone obeyed him …
I drew these crossings, bundles, handbags, carts and spacecrafts, I was a little upset that I did not manage to see them all during this move, and that during all the time Vasya had never put on blue pants with me! But when the parasites started up in our house again, everyone found out about it quickly, loudly and immediately. I rushed down the corridor with a happy smile and shouting: "They are back !!!" And everyone laughed and smiled with me. I can imagine what "tender" feelings for cockroaches my family experienced at that moment.
Mom and relatives never knew either system-vector psychology or psychology in general. I was lucky that my mother had a visual vector, and she understood such simple, at first glance, things thanks to her visual sensitivity. It's even difficult to imagine what would have happened to me in those distant five years if I had learned where the cockroaches actually moved. Most likely, in my life there would be no more pencils, no paints, no brushes, and then all the interiors and paintings I created, perhaps there would be no loved ones, openness and my own special outlook on life. Understanding me in childhood led to the fact that in the future I was able to independently overcome many difficulties, love, dream, create.
I dedicate my article to all parents! To everyone who took this step and gave a new life. To you - caring, smart, logical mothers. To you - strict, strong and correct dads. You - so loving your children and wanting to give them everything you can. You are adults and, of course, you know for sure that cockroaches are parasites, and you know how to live correctly. At the same time, it is important to remember that you are naturally endowed with your own specific qualities and desires, conditioned by your vectors, and your children may already at birth differ greatly from you, have a completely different vector set and, accordingly, different abilities and aspirations. You can consider that tears are a manifestation of weakness or imbalance, that such fantasies are a separation of the child from reality. By the age of ten, I myself understood that cockroaches are insects,who carry dirt and do not sleep in beds. But the spacecrafts remained, only people had already moved into them, the fairy tale remained, love for everyone also remained … I am very grateful to my mother and all my loved ones, who carefully preserved this ability to feel and create in me …
I appeal to you! Look with your visual child under the bed, in the closet, do not be too lazy to bend your backs, and he will definitely show you what only he can see! And please remember that this is not the individuality of one or two children - there are only 5% of them.
A child with a visual vector is enthusiastic and impressionable, from birth he is given the greatest emotional amplitude - in a moment his laughter can turn into tears, and vice versa. He is able to deeply feel and love. The development of feelings goes from simple to complex. First, a small visual person revives objects in his imagination, becomes attached to a teddy bear or doll. If his attention and emotions are directed correctly, then the visual child begins to empathize with plants and all living things that fly, run, jump and crawl. To kill an insect in front of such a child means greatly traumatizing his feelings. At the same time, a strong emotional bond with his parents helps to "grow" his feelings to empathy and love for people. Along with the development of sensuality, the development of intelligence and the separation of such children from fears occurs. Be anxious and attentive to this fragile vector, help develop its sensitivity and beauty!
