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I think this is personal opinion. It’s going to be sects of daoism that Have these beliefs because of influence of Buddhist ideas and depending on the culture or communities aversion to death and understanding. You can’t see how Logically it would seem proper to not kill things we didn’t have to, especially from our human social perspective? It’s logical consistency overflowing from how we view other humans. The trouble is the worlds functioning is indifferent and we don’t have true knowledge of what and why life is. Zhuangzi touches on these kinds of dilemmas of logic and shows that ultimately your “truth”will be ties to your perspective and since we lack the “ultimate truth” about just about everything there’s going to be a whole lot of perspectives. 
 

there’s going to be a a number of different “daoisms” you should look into why that is and it will help you understand better

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Another answer might be to thank them for everything they've done before you off 'em. 

 

The other alternative is to be like the man in India who goes around without clothing and sweeps the path ahead of him so he doesn't step on any living thing.

 

Where to land along the spectrum?  The choice is ours to make...once we realize who we actually Are.

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2 hours ago, manitou said:

Another answer might be to thank them for everything they've done before you off 'em. 

 

The other alternative is to be like the man in India who goes around without clothing and sweeps the path ahead of him so he doesn't step on any living thing.

 

Where to land along the spectrum?  The choice is ours to make...once we realize who we actually Are.

Well mentioned facts.

 

I think it's a personal practice. Some practice sexual tantra 5 times a day at least. Others are celibate for a lifetime. It does on your personal way of integrating with life around you. For example Prince Gotama taught to master the 5 aggregates means to not be influenced by them or feel them when they act, minimising their effects on you. Other can very well master do the opposite.

 

So again, should you kill? Well should you help this one person because you feel like it? Similarly should you judge this ones persons life? Who are you to know. Practice is absolute. You judgement, opinions, emotions and circumstances are not. This is why an ounce of real practice is worth infinitely more than a lifetime of charity and benevolence;

 

in the past some sects would stand up on a rock for years, even sleeping standing up. They become dry, and their spirit could be said to be secondarily developed in their practice, not primarily.

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You have a wonderful way of communicating, EmeraldHead.  That was beautiful.  I think at the point of non-duality, there's no Should with anything anymore.  It is a live ant.  It is a dead ant.  The ant is a straw dog, just like us.

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The following info. is taken from an article written about a student possessing an ant to vicariously experience/practice crossing over to death and back.

#**Normal-incidental info. During the practice that this article is based on, the student who enjoyed the crossing became nervous, and so just before trancing out, he asked the student Mentor what he should do if he became frightened of all the beings that would appear to him as giants when he was experiencing his vicarious journey through the normal movements of the ant while it was alive. The student Mentor had jokingly said: “when you get out there, and if you feel uncomfortable just wave at one of the giants that look like a human and ask for help” Lol. The student did just that and another student who just happened to be nearby noticed the weirdly waving actions of the ant and not thinking much of it, decided that it was a good time to take a leek. The next day the student that had possessed the ant for the crossing, approached the student Mentor, and in all seriousness complained about his unhealthy treatment at the hands of the unsympathetic giant student, to the Student Mentor. The student Mentor tried to not hurt the already indignant students' feelings, but try as he would he could not hide his uproarious laughter. The resulting fuss over the incident still carries weight several decades later, and because of it, many an insect has had its life spared and even been protected, when anywhere near the student Mentor.:)

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We live not far from you Mig.  On ground floor we had a steady stream of scouts moving through and about the house.  I suspect there was a massive colony under that building and in the surrounding area.  We used chalk barriers for the big openings and were diligent about not leaving food about, crumbs and wiping surfaces.  Not much can be done about scouts, but if there's nothing found to eat and carry back, no one else shows up.

 

In that place we set our cats food bowl, in a slightly larger bowl that had a bit of water in it, creating a mote around the food.  This allowed our cats access to food while preventing the bowl from attracting a column and being overrun. 

 

Where we live now, second floor we've not had any ants I can recall.  Though the downstairs neighbors keep their recycling in the yard until there's a couple dozen bags, then they make their run to recycle it.  Every so often there is a hatching of roaches.

 

My wife smashes them with no question and no double thinking.

I don't always kill.  When I do, I don't question it.  When I don't, I don't question it.

 

 

Death and Life are one process and Death is by far the more pleasant of the two, in my personal and repeated experience.

 

Grew up eating pheasant, duck, grouse, goose, squirrel, rabbit and raccoon that my Father and I hunted.  Two freezers full.

I loathe suffering and so endeavored to become a skilled marksman to be able to kill with a headshot as mercifully and as often as possible.

 

I will be food for others one day.  It's natural.  Straw Dogs...

 

Always appreciated T.H. White's rendition of ant life in The Once and Future King. 

 

After being transformed into a variety of animals and fish, Art finds himself living as an Ant through the Alchemy of The Merlin.

Ant culture and life is portrayed with an utterly simple binary process of focus on completing.  It is efficient and uncluttered by mulling of things.  There is either a task that is done, in which case it's no longer considered... and there are tasks that are not done.  These are attended to until done, and then they are out of mind.

 

'There is a not done tunnel in sector 4.'  This not done status could mean unfinished, damaged, caved in... it's irrelevantAnts receiving the message respond and go to the not done tunnel in sector 4 and make the tunnel done. 

 

If an ant becomes injured, killed or defective, it becomes a not done ant.  "There is a not done ant in sector 3."  Ants receiving this message will go and take the not done ants to the 'done pile'.

 

There is no mulling over of shoulds and shouldn'ts, there is doing of what is not done, until it's done.  Then there's no mulling over of what was done, there's doing what next is not done, until it is done.  Straw Dogs... all of us.  All of it.

 

By Straw Dogs I don't mean inherently worthless...  Straw Dogs, for the duration of the festival (their manifestation as a life form) are inherently celebrated, but when the end of the festival arrives, they again become just straw, the form is not what endures, or matters in the wider context.

 

 


I add the following on instinct, I'll likely edit it out later, but it applies to the OP in a manner that takes much of the choice out of it.

It's in a spoiler as it's true and happened recently and may upset folks.  It sure upset me after it was done.

It involves the death of a neighborhood cat.

Spoiler

Several weeks ago, my wife left to go run a few errands. 

 

She returned about a minute and a half later, sobbing.

"Oh my god!  I hit a cat and it's not dead... "

 

Hammer.

 

Grabbed it and hustled outside.  The Red Tabby had likely already passed due to head trauma.

Knelt briefly beside him and reached out with heart.  No thoughts.

Looked into his bright green right eye.

Embodied and projected love, release and sorrow.

Finished him for certain with two quick blows.

 

Covered and carried the body away for disposal.

Called my son and asked him to bring me a broom and pale.

 

Washed and scrubbed the pavement.

 

Went inside and settled in a chair and stared at nothing in particular and awaited the arrival of the waves of subsequent emotions and thoughts. 

 

There was no thinking aside from what needed doing, while in the process.

 

Once done, the mind process and its subsequent emotional processing arose and moved through my awareness and body.

 

In this case there was little choice involved.  Mercy dictated quick death as cleanly as possible.

 

In the case of the ants in your home, your dilemna seems to stem from your having a choice as to whether or not to kill.

 

Only you will know how you respond to killing as you engage in it.

 

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Back about 40 years ago, I was driving a police car on the Hollywood freeway.  In the fast lane, somebody had hit a dog.  The dog had his hind legs crushed, but the front part of him was still sitting up, howling.  I so wish I had had the reflexes to finish that little fellow off,  but I didn't.  I drove by him.  I remember thinking I should get off at the next offramp and circle back, but I was in a hurry to get to downtown L.A.  

 

 It haunts me still.

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My Uncle was a peace officer in Detroit after WW2. On his first day first solo he got a call to put down a dog, who was either a menace, had mange, or rabies. Long story but he had to expend three bullets to put the animal down. Returning to report in and collect for the bullets, (at that the officers had to provide their own weapon and bullets.

They sent him out to finish that Sob. And return with the revolver renewed, before ending his day. The dog had passed on...

He carried the nick name third time lucky for along time.

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9 hours ago, silent thunder said:

After being transformed into a variety of animals and fish, Art finds himself living as an Ant through the Alchemy of The Merlin.

Thanks, for the opportunity to mention the "Merlin" myths: In my experience: Pagan Mages/Merlins sometimes use ants-dead or alive to have their students gain experiential knowledge about traveling through the ethereal portion of the world.

Pagan Mage's historical activities are frequently billed under the laughable guise of mythic Merlin because IMO: in past times religious armies destroyed all the books scrolls relics symbols, killed all the historian's mages practitioners, made laughable myths out of anything concerning Alchemy/magic Pagan Mage practises, killed anyone that told the truth about it, and then let whatever was left stew in obscurity for hundreds of years. Until finally somebody comes along and writes books and makes comments about the airy-fairy Merlin Alchemy/magic like they know what they are talking about. 'Just sain':)

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Maybe find a way to create a barrier for ants? I usually get my home perimeter treated — supposed to be eco-friendly & non-toxic. Prevents ants from coming into the house. 
 

I had tried many things including those powered gadgets that are supposed to emanate a field that dissuades ants. 

 

 Mosquitos are interesting. I usually let them bite me when I’m outdoors, mostly I don’t feel them unless several of them come at me simultaneously. 
 

Having grown up in places where mosquitos are rather ruthless and brutally vindictive (or so it seemed then), with potential for being carriers of malaria, we either hid from them behind mosquito nets or with strong anti-mosquito incense (which was probably as toxic as malarial parasites themselves). I don’t have any doubts that mosquitos and humans don’t go together :) 

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I wonder why it is that mosquitos seem to prefer some than others.  My roommate is a mosquito magnet.  Me, not so much.  I wonder if they have a preference for blood types.

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They love my wife.  I'm ignored.

 

I grew up in Minnesota and have had many hundreds of thousands of bites growing up.

Body no longer reacts even on the rare chance one does stop for a taste.

 

My wife however, is always covered when outdoors and when she sleeps, even in the heat.

And they go after any exposed spots.  She sometimes wakes up, looking like a prize fighter after a rough match.

 

She's A- while I'm O+.

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