Lies, lies and more lies. Or are those just alternative truths?
I’ve stopped watching/reading/listening to what’s going on in (American) politics. Not because of the lies…. or ‘alternative facts’… but because I can’t bear to witness, yet again, how unable we are to act mindfully in the face of such lies. How desperate we are to WANT those we put in authority to be willing and able to take care of us on our best behalf… rather than attend to their own directed efforts to take care of themselves at our expense.
Consider the many and varied interconnecting ‘lies’ the lattice work that becomes the frame on which hangs an intentionally crafted reality.
Lies my parents told me became the frame of my reality; become the markers by which I judged other(s) as fitting into my world…or not.
Lies the priests/nuns told became the standard by which I assessed the lies/truths of others and either aligned with or fought against.
Lies my teachers/masters/gurus told me fuelled my internal chaos…. until I understood that they were a reflection of their own.
Fundamental to it all was my unwavering willingness to defer to some authority figure outside of the truth of my own experience… and capitulate. My willingness to believe they knew better… were better… and I could surrender the quality of my life into their supposed capable hands.
Like a scorpion will naturally sting, so an inauthentic person will naturally lie. That they lie is not the issue. That we so desperately seek to believe them, is.
Perhaps that is why I no longer pay attention. The depth and breadth of our capacity for capitulation leaves me numb. Is that the prerequisite of life lived in a cohesive collective?
The truth of my own…. of our own… experience has become irrelevant. And beyond that, unrecognizable. And worse, even when recognized, unable to be acted upon. We are paralyzed by the pulsating hope that someone else will do it for us.
Loyalty is evidenced by the willingness to share, support and sustain the lies.
Must every truth/lie have an agenda?
Lies. Authority figures. External references.
When I choose to live my life internally referenced (which includes no ‘godforce’ other than the one that flows within me and throughout me), it all becomes so much smoke. I don’t need smoke in my life, anymore.
I don’t need the smoke to hide who I am from others.
I don’t need the smoke to make it possible for me to pretend you’re not there.
I don’t need the smoke to be my excuse to run.
We – none of us – is trained to be internally referenced; to trust the truth of our own experience; and to know that we are the only one who can shape a meaningful life for ourselves.
Lies. Lies. And more lies. Alternative facts. Smoke screens. Hidden realities. Knee-deep in bullshit.
There is only one alternative to external referencing and that is: internal referencing. Trust the truth of your own experience. Trust your ability to calibrate for that which is authentic. Choose. And remember: walking away and creating something else that is authentic can be (and often is) far more powerful than locking into mortal combat with the lies.
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