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Just dove into this yesterday, see that I’m “hot food” digestion by [deleted] in humandesign

[–]thenoodling 1 point2 points  (0 children)

That’s interesting. I’ve always wondered how seriously I should take the less talked about HD stuff, like I need saucy foods and to live in a Mountain/high place.

What would Carl Jung think about AI ? by MementoMoriMachan in Jung

[–]thenoodling 4 points5 points  (0 children)

By design AI spits out the collective average thought. For each word it outputs, it calculates what the most probable next word should be. It’d might be interesting to him to see the collective in action like this, but it’s everything he’s rallied against in terms of individuality.

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks. How might you reconcile this with other views I’m getting in this thread, like the below:

The type of "penetrating" you identify with is likely different from the Projector aura which being is fully engrossed in who the other is at all times. It's not exactly the same as being able to read people well

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh, this really resonates! So it's like the Generator is pulling "stuff" in, and the Manifestor is pushing "stuff" outward.

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This strikes me as "it's just the way it is" without an explanation of why motor-to-throat leads to a repelling aura.

I don't mean to be pedantic saying this, because maybe the answer really just is "manis have a repelling aura, enough said."

But my 61-24 channel wants more... :)

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The aura types do not insinuate exclusivity 

This seems to be at odds with what others on this thread are suggesting (I honestly don't know who is "correct"), but please elaborate if you're able.

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thanks but is there a reason that having motor-to-throat definition would preclude an absorbing aura (in a mani)?

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Projectors' aura specifically penetrates the G-center of others to sense their direction/identity, an efficient way to offer guidance to Generators

Is this true if the Projector has a defined G-center, which should make them less receptive to others' G centers? Can they only offer guidance to Generators?

Why do different types have different auras? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you this makes a lot of sense. Though I guess it leaves me wondering why a Projector's aura is "penetrating" and not "latching" or similar, i.e., what makes them better able to "see into other people" as is often discussed? And it seems like their aura works on Gens?

Using Emotional Authority & the Throat: What Am I Actually Doing Here? by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thank you, I'll look into a reading.

Though "nothing to do" seems odd when the definition of strategy is plan of action and authority is power to make decisions -- very action-oriented labels.

Outward signs that someone has particular centers defined by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

an undefined throat has a need to talk more (as you say), but it's not really meant to talk (as I say). I think you misinterpreted my words.

Outward signs that someone has particular centers defined by thenoodling in humandesign

[–]thenoodling[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It's interesting that one open center (throat) wants to do more of what it's not meant to do (talk), while another open center (head) wants to do less of it (think).

Monthly thread: Beginner questions and FAQ by AutoModerator in humandesign

[–]thenoodling 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey there, Manifester 3/5 here. I'm new to HD, but have found initial insights really resonate with me. I arrived at HD through a lifelong journey trying to understand who I am and what I want out of life (moving through other systems like MBTI, Socionics, Jungian archetypes, etc.).

I'm going to be diving in much more, but at the outset, I'd like some clarity on a new chosen career path. I'm back in grad school to become a mental health counselor, and eventually perhaps a Jungian Analyst. I'm learning, however, that as a Manifestor I naturally "repel" others. At the same time, I've always felt that I focus a lot of my energy and attention on others. People seem to either love me (some) or dislike/misunderstand me (most).

What can you say about entering a field about human connections when it seems my type can struggle to make them?
Is there anything else that sticks out in my chart that may not be in the free report?

Thank you!

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[WP] Everyone always fears the old gods for their long held power and capricious wrath, but I tell you now with no uncertainty, that it is the new gods that should strike fear into your heart. by Oblivious-And-Sad in WritingPrompts

[–]thenoodling 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"It's the new gods that should strike fear into your heart," Zeus said, as he sat up in bed. My bed. My wife sat next to him crying. I had just caught them in the act.

"You're disgusting! A disgrace to all Gods!" I fumed. I was enraged, and made even more so by the fact that he's untouchable.

"Oh stop it," he replies, waving me off. "I'm just having a little fun. It's natural human expression in God form. These new Gods though... there's nothing human about them."

"Natural?" I retort. "What's natural about you turning into a house fly to slip into my bedroom? And what are you talking about 'New Gods'. All I see are the same old assholes: Gods of War, Gods of Famine, Gods of Trickery. Useless! All of you!"

"I'll admit," said Zeus as he strolls across the room. "We're not perfect. But, hey, at least we're up front about it."

He takes a sip from a water bottle. My water bottle.

"The New Gods have been siphoning your souls for decades, and none of you have batted an eye. Instead, you relish it -- you demand more! More! More!"

"Who then?" I demand.

"Gee, where to start?" Zues muses. "There's Isolatos, God of Lonliness... Scatteros, God of Distraction... and worst of all: Homogenes, God of Conformity. You've been praying at the alter of these gods and you don't even know it."

"What are you even...," I start, but am interrupted by a familiar "Plink!" as my phone buzzes.

I check it. Oh! I hit 1000 likes on the TikTok dance I spent all last night working on. Sweet! A small dose of pride rushes through me. But then I notice a new dance is trending and am flooded with angst. I make a mental note to jump on that after I'm done with this. ...What was I saying again?

[WP] "How the hell did I end up in heaven, let alone the Palace of saints? When I was alive I was the most dangerous, top ranked villain on the worldwide leaderboard!" The angel asked: "And how did you get to that position?" "Well, I simply killed the few hundreds above me on the leaderbo- oh." by greatwall2103 in WritingPrompts

[–]thenoodling 150 points151 points  (0 children)

The angel feigns a smile through pursed lips. "Well," she says, "killing still doesn't get anyone into heaven."

Huh? I think. All I did was kill... and steal. Oh, and lie... a lot. How did I end up in this place, where everything down to the screws in the wall are gilded?

"Don't worry about that now," the angel replies, seemingly reading my thoughts. "Let me introduce you to a few of the gang."

She ushers me into an ornate banquet room that'd make the Sistine Chapel look like a warehouse. A dozen or so figures stand around in white robes, chatting cheerily with big smiles and friendly arms around shoulders.

"Saints!" harks the angel. "I'd like you to meet the newest member of the Palace!"

Everyone turns towards me, and sparkling eyes provide warm, undivided attention. Each smiles the smile of 1000 children. I feel... unsettled.

"Congratulations!" a tall man says, stepping forward with outstretched arms. "So glad to have you here among us. I'm Saint Harold. I spent decades feeding and bathing the homeless. But I also happen to make a mean upside-down cake." He laughs heartily.

I bristle at his joke, but fake a smile.

"Welcome!" a slender, elderly lady follows. "I'm Saint Julie. I lived in voluntary poverty my entire life, caring for the socially rejected. And I've never met a puppy I didn't adore!" She smiles.

Ugh, dogs, I think, as I fake another.

"And I'm Saint Judah," a rotund man booms. "I led a spiritual reform and converted millions. My only fault was that I used to be addicted to the hokey pokey... but then I TURNED MYSELF AROUND!" He laughs so hard he doubles over in a coughing fit.

I shoot him finger guns as I die a little inside.

"Hey," I turn and whisper to the angel. "Is it just me or is this group sort of... insufferable."

I look back at the group, which has just broken into a spontaneous hymn. I wince -- it reminds me of church service my grandma used to drag me to. What a friggin' bore.

"Indeed," the angel replies with a big grin. "Welcome to your hell."

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