The Genius battle*, IQ, Mensa, compound eyes and stuff

“Hi fly girl” said the stranger.
“I’m not a fly. I’m a Girl ”
“You’ve got compound eyes just like flies have. Then you’re a fly-girl. Like me.”

A little later. And to another person.
“Compound eyes? These are those nasty eyes that flies and insects have. Such nobody wants to have?”

Compound eyes – compound eyes – compound eyes. An echo that bounces back to you wherever you go. Compound eyes. Once you’ve heard it enough times, you find out more. “Compound eyes make the wearer able to see more nuances and faster than others. They work so that the wearer can see everything happening without turning her head.” And some evenings in front of the mirror, you’ll see something similar to compound eyes and you wonder “am I a fly-girl?”

Time goes by. And you hear the echo sometimes. Compound eyes.

Someday, something flickers in the sunlight and lands with shimmering wings next to you. By that time, you’re used to your compound eyes and see when others have them, saying “Hello butterfly-boy”
“Hello fly-girl”
“What beautiful wings you’ve got”
“You have that too. But they only appears when you use them.”
“But I can not fly. It’s just that I’ve got compound eyes.”
“With compound eyes, wings always follow. You can fly.”

Then you see how the butterfly-boy unfolds the wings and stretches for your hand.

Do you dare to trust that you also have wings, just like the other fly- and butterfly-people you met with?

For me it took time. The first time I met the members of the local Mensa association, I noticed how easy it was to hang out. Not having to limit the mental field of view, not having to constrain the nuances of the analyzes or the speed of the arguments to be understood.

Everyone around the table at the Chinese restaurant had compound eyes. This meant that we could talk about everything that happened around us and no one had to turn his head to understand. Nobody thought it was strange that the conversation jumped rapidly from topic to topic, and that so many conversations could run parallel in a single conversation.

On my way home, I walked with enamored, lightly steps. None of us seven who had met shared specific interests, acquaintances, occupational roles or life situations. Nevertheless, I felt that instant understanding, which came from the fact that they had compound eyes and also perceived the world in a different way than most others do.

When we had known each other for a while, I dared to try my wings. My kind of flying does not resemble any of what they do in the Genius battle on tv. Had someone told me after the first episode of the Genius battle, that these are typical fly- and butterfly-people, that it is how high intelligence turns out, then I had not seen anything of myself in them. Then I hadn’t seen that we have the compound eyes in common.

Yet by meeting a lot of gifted people, I have seen that our wings look different and I became confident in that if my fly- and butterfly-friends can fly, I can do that too.

Perhaps it’s the friendship with other gifted you will dream big and free about? You do remember to exercise and priming yourself, do you? What I talked about in episode 15. Below I’ve linked to a few pages where you can read stories of others who are gifted. There is also a link to an interesting article about compound eyes.

Continue exercising on dreaming! Later on I will give you tangible advice on how to use your new priming skills to experience what you’re dreaming about. Maybe it’s friendship you are looking for?

Take care!


*The Genius battle (Genikampen) is a Swedish entertainment program that has been produced by the Swedish national public TV broadcaster (SVT) since 2014. Some of Sweden’s geniuses meet in a unique contest where only one’s ability to use the brain plays a role.

Link to article about facet eyes:

Links to pages of stories from other gifted adults:

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