Who am I without my lies?

Being the one who calls things by their name, is a thankless task. Society and average man live in untruth and deceit, so when an honest man expresses a true version of the state of things, he is instantly attacked, scolded and demeaned.

“Honest, spontaneous and natural expression is anarchic, it has to be banned, it is a horrid threat to our meanness and hypocrisy”, that´s what the system thinks.
We could ask Hitler and Stalin to see what their comment would be about this, but we don´t need to go that far.

Common man is deep inside aware of his lies and falsehood. For sure, bigotry and untruth is his daily bread. So when someone uncovers his vicious reality, he becomes furious.


 “I know that I am lying, falsehood though is my secret and my livelihood – but how do you dare questioning “my truth”, how do you have the nerve to show me what I refuse to see?…

How dare you show your natural feelings, when the only thing I know is to repress my conscience and emotions…? Deep inside I am aware I live a life of fraud and compromise, you commit the crime of making me realize what I already know.

I know that I am wrong, I am just the innocent victim of my lies, but this is my identity I worked hard to maintain; I  AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY DECEIT, I can´t stand truth, it is depressing and uncomfortable…

I am a respectful citizen, my virtue is my neurosis, I choose not to live, so I advise you do the same. It is not more than fair – if I don´t live, you are not supposed to live either. We are all equal, we are democratic.”

Recognize this…?

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

6 Responses to Who am I without my lies?

  1. goldennuggetde says:

    Sounds like life or living in our monetary destinated world with uncountable regulations and fearful people. It’s about time for a change ……..

  2. livvy1234 says:

    There were a number of years on the path of self inquiry that I tried to look ( actions and dress) perfectly at the zen center I was attending. I wanted to look like a real zen student. So I dressed accordingly, did everything thing I could to hide myself from the teacher. I was a sham. I did not want to admit to anyone that I was trying to live up to an ideal. My zen practice is still a mess, but over the years I am learning that I do not have to transcend myself.

    I had to accept my own dark side. I had to accept my human animal in me. My feet are planted in the earth not the sky. It was a huge awakening for me. Getting psychologically naked is not easy. You are standing in the middle of the sky, and there is no bottom supporting you. You do not know what will happen next. All of us want to look good to others (wear the mask) out of fear of abandonment and facing ourselves as we are with pimples, farts, mistakes, fat, skinny, dumb, or whatever thinking arises in the moment…and this stinking thinking becomes a horror show for us. We view the world through this lens of fakery…better look good or else.

  3. julienmatei says:

    Reblogged this on Mirrors of Encounters and commented:

    This needs to be read again.

  4. Chatty Owl says:

    I’d like to see what Hitler has to say.

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