Green is the colour of grass and envy. One is comforting, lay on your back and stare at the clouds, comforting. The other looks outwards with negativity and seethingy draws the energy inwards. One is content and free while the other festers with caged rage.
Sideline envy can be harmless but enraged envy is toxic and extremely unpredictable and damaging. I know that to be on the receiving end of it is confusing, draining and frightening. It’s palpable, worn on the skin, creating an aura, a very unpleasant one. The energy fields are raw, red hot and angry.
There’s nothing anchored or centred about a person with overwhelming envy. There’s nothing spiritual or loving just hatred and greed. This type of envy is repellent, it can’t be concealed, it’s there, right there, no, right, right there.
Envy lies with the person, their deep feeling of inadequacy. It’s not about you, what you have, that they want. It’s about them, it’s ugly.
Green, just in terms of a colour, is not one of my favourite colours at all. It’s association with envy makes it even less likeable. That and the incredible hulk.
I will be keeping green at a distance, and the envy ridden arse.
