A letter about truth and mendacity
Suppose my teeth ache terribly, and instead of asking the dentist to fix my caries I would tell him to fix my beautiful smile, you would for sure wonder as to my mental sanity, wouldn´t you?
And yet this simple metaphor says it all – our soul aches, our life is limping and we feign to be great athletes. We have all become great champions. Yes, champions of mendacity. We are very proud of our lies. We are so versed in self-deceit so everybody is exercising this damned idiotic skill. If you lie you are with us…If not… tough luck…. If you ever tell people something even vaguely reminding of the truth, they call you their foe, and turn you into a persona non grata.
You´re asking if I´m bitter?…No…Right now I am calm and well, but nevertheless frantically fed up of this crazy charade. Obfuscation not only has become our quick fix, but it´s considered virtue.
“What would happen if we walked right up to apathy and gave it a hug?” she said. The self-sufficient lacks the ability to receive anything, least of all empathy. Empathy would be interpreted as weakness, and you would be even more punished for being so gullible.
Am I intolerant? Am I unsettled…? Maybe I am, or may be not…One thing is for sure: no matter the price, I am not going to tolerate or put up with cowardice, I don´t intend to flirt with hypocrisy, self-deceit and fraud.
How do we deal with this cowardice and ubiquitous inveracity? Believe me, at least now, I cannot feel any compassion for people who consciously lie and pretend trying to show their sufficiency.
So back to my simple metaphor. Wouldn´t be wise and simple to say the truth to the dentist so he can deal with the problem?
Couldn´t people say – yes I feel lonely and sad, confused, afraid of living and dying, afraid of not knowing how to deal with thing called Life…Imagine if we had the courage to greet each other with simple honesty instead of playing tough, hard to get, self-sufficient and successful?
Can we change this?…I think we can. In fact, she confirms this with her own words the kind of deep human sincerity I am talking about:
“I too experience a deep longing for the weakening soul of humanity. (…) I am one of the few who feels the pain of the lost. I feel the fragmented wounds, gaping open within the core of all the broken people, aimlessly walking in ‘emptiness’ and ‘depression’…”
This is the most interesting:
“But the issues are born of the same deprivation. The very same needs going perpetually unmet, the same truths going perpetually unfaced. And we are all culprits in our own right.”
According to you:
What is this deprivation about?… What are we depriving ourselves of…? What are these perpetually unmet needs, these truths unfaced…?
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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.
Mirrors of Encounters 
“Truths unfaced.” I have often thought that if I could wish just one thing for the world it would be that it be filled with people of courage.
Thanks for these thoughtful and provocative posts, Julien.
Tom
Each one of us, that is YOU AND ME has to find within this so badly needed courage.
Courage to be and express Life!
Not easy…yet possible.
I shake your hand Tom
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When I’m honest about my feelings and reveal the truth from within, I have lost friends and although it’s made the struggle a little harder, it has also made the load a little lighter.
Deprivation and needs unmet: that old imposter. What do we think is missing? What are we not getting? You got me thinking, as always.
The nearer you come The Truth, the lighter it all feels. Like being born again. Living undaunted opens up the right perception. The right relation to Life, to everything…
I so recognize myself in your words; being honest, standing up for the truth within scares people. One loses those so-called friends. It feels hard, but it all feels much clearer.
Let´s forget all surmises and delve into this together:
What is actually missing?…What is it we don´t get?
The are the thoughts/answers that come to mind: are we missing a connection to something, a deep rooted connectedness to our mother nature? Or maybe the voice inside has got so tiny and distorted we can seldom hear her, we miss her and the truth that she used to speak with confidence when we were children. I read something about inner passivity and the inner aggressor and it just made me think of the native American idea of the good wolf and the bad wolf within us all, or the religious idea of an angel and a devil. Perhaps we are divided internally and the ‘missing’ we feel are the fractures, the cracks and even though the gaps are what let the light through, we feel the airy space when the light is absent….or perhaps we are missing an internal one-ness. we look for it externally but it can’t be found there. I’m certain of it. Perhaps, as my grandmother used to say, we are all just waiting to go home (meaning the ever-after). Maybe I’m talking shit but thoughts come about once being connected within the body of a mother, oneness perhaps the stretch and disconnection of the umbilical chord has got too much for us…some days everything is missing, others nothing. When the streetlamps glisten through the pearls of rain on a busy high street, I’m sat in a steamy café with a nice sweet cup of tea…it’s all perfect, watching the world, smiling, in those moments I have everything I need. Perhaps you can’t know what is missing until you have found it…hmmm. what are your thoughts?