A View from the Other Side

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The Heart Tells the Truth



I’m the guy on the left.

People want comforting lies, not the truth.

Another Encounter with Willful Blindness

covering eyes

Lest it be said that I like to exaggerate, I’d like to give another example of someone with HUA disease, or chronic Head Up Ass.

This person is well known to my avatar, as she used to live next door to her, so my avatar has seen the entire situation unfold over the course of about ten years. To make a long story short, the mother got addicted to painkillers and has been for most of this time. She is also a pathological liar and will stop at nothing to keep getting her drugs.

The daughter, now about 19 years old, refuses to hear one word about it, blindly defends the mother no matter what facts are presented, and goes on the attack the instant any of this is mentioned. We’re talking baseless, vicious, personal attacks if the subject is even touched on. It doesn’t matter that this drug addiction has destroyed the entire family–any and all blame has been placed on the husband who couldn’t handle the lies, theft, criminal activity, fraud, blackmail, and emotional destruction that this woman’s drug habit was causing everyone around her. He helped her and the daughter as long as he could, but, in the end, had no choice but to divorce her over it and get on with his life. And yet, in the daughter’s eyes, her mother is next in line for sainthood, and the father is just short of the devil himself.

It’s beyond sad. And it’s all about choices. She is choosing to blindly defend her mother, no matter how much her mother’s actions are destroying lives, including her own. She is choosing to attack anyone who tries, no matter how kindly, to point out the source of the problem so that it can begin to be repaired in some way. She is choosing to create a false reality that her mother is a saint and everyone else is an evil attack dog.

Her world gets smaller and smaller, and more and more fake, and it’s all of her choosing. Because she can’t face the reality that something might be wrong. She’s not strong enough to do anything about the situation. It’s easier and safer to play pretend and never pop the bubble. God help anybody who gets too close with a pin.

I can’t even imagine how difficult her life is going to be.

Don’t Confuse Me With Facts

refusing to listen

I’m beginning to doubt that most people want the truth. That they’re even interested in it. They want to be told not only what to think, but that they’re one of the most special people on the planet, just months or weeks away from turning into a ball of light and heading for the Pleiades, which is their “real” home.

They don’t want to hear that reality is dirt and pain and hard work sometimes. They don’t want to hear that maybe others know more than they do or that maybe their “real home” and “real purpose” is right here and now on planet Earth. That doesn’t make them feel special and separate from those horrible icky stupid things called “human beings.”

So they go to gurus who feed them the smooth, sweetened, happy pablum that they swallow eagerly, shutting out everything else, or they rely on “inner knowings” that are treated as more factual than actual facts. They have an “inner knowing” that they know exactly what you “really meant” by feeling your emotions rather than taking your words at the face value that they were intended to mean. They have an “inner knowing” about how “lost” native practices were really done, never mind that the natives still practicing the real thing have kind of a huge problem with this idea.

These “inner knowings” always trump facts, and when called on it, they throw up their hands and say “it’s only my opinion, you’re welcome to yours,” ignoring that they’re stating their “opinion” as if it’s fact.

What’s it like to live in your own created reality bubble like that? Do you get in a lot of traffic accidents, or what?

One thing I do know, they sure do get pissed off and defensive when someone comes along and pops their bubble by pointing out facts. They will attack like a cornered animal and never, ever admit they could have been wrong. They don’t learn. They continue to defend their version of reality until they either browbeat the other party into silence, or they turn tail and leave (but usually making sure to give one last nasty parting shot on the way out).

Obviously this all follows on the heels of a previous post I made here, Shaping Reality. The difference is that manipulating things to change your future is very much not the same as making stuff up and then sticking your fingers in your ears when someone points out that the stuff you made up is not only not based in any facts whatsoever, but can be easily disputed.

Keep an open mind, but not so open that your brain falls out. You only end up looking like a fool. Except maybe to other people eager to listen to those with “knowings” that make them feel superior to everyone else.

When the Darkness Comes Disguised as the Light

evil behind a maskOne thing that’s always true about the darkness: It deceives.

I have seen it wear my brother’s face to try and trick me. I’ve seen it twist beauty into horror. I’ve seen it lie and beg and pretend to love in order to stay inside someone’s heart.

I’ve even seen the darkness use good intentions to smother someone in a quicksand of their own choosing. Of course, they thought they were navigating a path, but they were actually inside a maze that they were eventually mired in and could no longer see a way out of. Not that they wanted a way out. This trap was so clever that the person in the middle was utterly convinced they were on the path of Light, and around each corner was another tidbit of knowledge, and another, and another, so that the maze became the path itself. The more they walked, the more knowledgeable they felt they were, and the more they rejected those on the outside trying to help.

And the knowledge they found there? Some of it was valid, but some of it was worthless, and by the time they’d been around the maze a few times, it all blended together into newage quicksand. The original goal of fixing issues became a never-ending quest for ideas on how to fix them, until the quest was all that remained.

The things that are out there are very tempting, especially if there is no one to help guide you and give you reality checks. Especially if you flat out reject help or even any discussion. There is a universe of information out there about colors and crystals and spirits and hypnosis and chakras and thousands more techniques for self-improvement. However, some of this information is horseshit.

A very long time ago, people figured out that they could invent something amazing-sounding and charge money for it, as if it had value. This is called perceived value. If someone charges $1000 for a two-hour class on how eating dryer lint can give you telepathy, that makes it sound valuable no matter how ridiculous the class is. This is not to say that anybody charging for their time and effort is a scam artist, or that free classes are worthless. I’m just saying to think about what you’re buying. Just because someone is charging you for knowledge, that doesn’t automatically make it worthwhile knowledge.

In hard times, there are always people who profit from the pain of others. There are people who will lie to you about their amazing new “discovery” that will supposedly heal your mind, body and soul. They used to call them snake oil salesmen. These days, especially with the internet, there are more than ever. And the darkness knows this. It’s very clever, and finds sneaky ways to ensnare unsuspecting people.

The darkness deceives. Never forget this.


morpheusI cannot tell a lie. No, seriously, it’s not in my nature. Honesty has served me well, and been a problem, but it’s the best course. I may be evasive, or use very carefully selected language designed to mislead, or refuse to answer a question, but I will not directly lie. It only leads to problems that require even more energy to solve than if you’d just told the truth in the first place. Why would anybody invite problems and waste everybody’s time any energy like that? It’s never made sense to me.

Why, then, would you lie to yourself?

I know there’s a comfortable place where you live inside your lies, whether made by yourself, or created by others. The dark little place you know so well that says you’re never good enough, you’re ugly, stupid, unlovable, a failure, all that kind of thing. Doesn’t matter where these things came from, the problem becomes twofold: They’re so familiar that to try and leave them is scary, and you really don’t know whether they’re truth or lies.

The familiar pain can actually scratch an itch in some way. It gives you something you want or need, or you wouldn’t be clinging to it so hard. That, or the thought of doing anything different is so terrifying that the familiar pain feels safer. Most people fear the unknown.

What if you stopped believing you were a failure, and lived your life as if you had never heard or thought that word about yourself? Would you know how? Are you afraid to open your heart to the idea that you do wonderful, successful things every day, and that you’re a beautiful person? Why is that so scary? Why is it better to be in pain?

If you can’t tell if something is the truth or a lie, ask someone you absolutely trust. Someone that you know will tell you the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable. Ask a lot of people. Ask yourself. Even if you really, truly feel like a failure, or stupid, or ugly, or whatever negative crap is holding you back, why stay there? The bottom line is that it doesn’t matter what other people think. If you’re happy with yourself, your confidence and peace with yourself will radiate and others will see and feel it. The lie dissolves and you create your own truth of who you want to be, and who you are.

The truth will set you free.

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