To that end, some will go overboard to keep you safe.
"Lock your doors, carry your mace, perhaps you need a martial arts class." You are trying to feel safe and secure and suddenly, the world is out to get you.
Your friends have a point. You should not go walking blindfolded in traffic. You probably don't want to put on your finest jewelry and take a midnight stroll. Normal sensible precautions are an act of love, both or yourself, and for those who care about you.
It is important to maintain a balance, between carelessness and complete paranoia.
When, for instance, you hear about a crime on the television news, there is a tendency to analyze your personal safety. You avoid certain areas, refrain from making unnecessary trips, perhaps take some sort of defensive measure. You check your doors twice before going to bed, you constantly dart your eyes when you are in a crowded area to scan for possible criminals. You send out a very dangerous vibration that you are not safe. Yet, you are no less safe than you were yesterday. Unless you decide that you are.
To walk around in fear, with defenses constantly up, adrenaline coursing through your veins, is actually a great way to invite the very attack you fear. Are you scared now? That is not our purpose. Our purpose is to help you love and protect yourself. Taking crazy chances also invites attack.
So what do you do now? You are doomed either way. No. It is all about the balance.
Treat yourself as you would treat a child going off to school. Dress correctly for the weather. Secure a safe mode of transportation, shield with visualization, prayer or energy, trust and let go. Know that you will be arriving home safely and that all is well.
You might give practical advice, "Stay on the sidewalk, don't talk to strangers" and so forth, but you would not arm the child with assault weapons and tell them to "shoot first, ask questions later".
Better safe than sorry; better reasonably safe than paranoid. You have a job to do while you are here on Earth, and we will keep you safe enough to do it. For, you see, we love you and have an investment in your safety. ~Silas
Jinnzania's side notes: as a child, I was adventurous, I climbed trees, rode my bike all over the neighborhood, without a doubt in my mind that I would make it home safely in the afternoon. If my friends and I saw anyone suspicious, we would turn our bikes around and go home. This was before video games and cell phones. Our heads were up, our senses were alert, we would see cars or "stranger danger" long before they would be a problem and avoid them.
Children and adults like this still exist. I believe that they are less likely to be victims of crime. They live life, not on a tiny screen, but with eyes open. It makes them less inviting to criminals, and they may not have so much as a tiny bottle of pepper spray.
They fully participate in life, and they can sense danger long before it happens.
This is not a gun control debate. We all must do what we need to do to feel reasonably safe. My concern is more personal. I was wondering how I became so vulnerable that I fell for the tactics of not one, but two sociopaths. As I look at who I was then, I was much more like the child with his face in a video game living in a pretend world and feeling shocked and victimized when the "real world" intrudes.
I was trying to fit my square soul into the round holes that family and society had created or me. That takes tremendous focus, and in video game terms costs you extra lives.
Lately, I've been trying to live in that place I was as a child. Adventurous, but aware. I talk to new people, but look and listen for attempts to manipulate and control me. I hear not only the words, but the intent behind them. I may not understand social interactions (due to Asperger's) but I am able to understand the psychology behind them. I didn't realize I was doing this, I thought people were just being obvious. It has been a big help in this area, and my own personal weapon against possible manipulation and attack.
I like to think of it as my superpower.
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