Truth

"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."
                                                                                         
                                                                                            Albert Einstein








Truth, we all know what it is...it is visceral, it is sensation without language, it is knowing with clarity, without knowing why.

We all have an inner compass, a true north, a solid core of being...it's a voice below language, at the level of sensation. It feels strong and solid, and runs through each of us, it grounds us to the earth below, like a steel beam, a magnet, a vibrational resonance.

To feel the truth, we must  be centered squarely in the body, in physical sensation. We must be out of the noise and langue of our minds, of our analytical, rational, language centered left hemispheres. Our rational mind argues that truth is based on facts, research, on proofs and laws and rules and language...the rational mind has the power of language at its  disposal. But truth is more than facts and laws and rules, and so often facts, laws, rules and words override the sensational, the wordless,  the patterns, the creativity and life that are essential to the discernment of truth.


When we experience physical or emotion pain, we escape into the comfort of the rational mind,...we live in our heads, rationalizing, analyzing, searching for security in laws in rules, in those things that are known, and known strictly on an intellectual level. If things are bad enough, we will find ourselves, obsessing, ruminating, solving and resolving endless problems in an endless mind loop. We might tell stories, about ourselves and our lives, that are not true. They ring hollow but justify the mysterious suffering we may be feeling...we cling to our stories for the mental construct and security they give us. We are great story tellers, but stories are just that...and we can tell great stories about why our lives are as they are, but they are not true. Stories are not true unless they are laced with metaphor and meaning. So we might search for meaning in our stories, but never find the truth, until, like a dream, they become deeper metaphors for our lives and in the metaphor we discern the truth.

If things are bad enough and we are quite young, trauma will literally result in a "split" personality, with several versions of self coming through at different stages and aspects of life..this is dissociation.
I would argue that all of us spend most of our time in a relatively dissociated state...detached from our bodies, and up in our heads, solving complex problems in our work, escaping pain or sensation, distracted by a very large and noisy world.

Living in our heads, looking outward for security and truth, takes us away from our true north, our intuition, our deep knowing.

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players..:" -William Shakespeare

Have you ever had to memorize a speech or acted in play while in school? At first, motivated by the anxiety of forgetting our words, we memorize the words. We might write them down, or repeat them out loud over and over. We are concerned with getting the language right, of saying each word in correct order and sequence, without mistake or falter. But then something happens. We start to assimilate the words, we begin to attach  meaning and emotion, we start to read the message and understand the metaphor...we discern a deeper meaning, and we make those words ours...we embody the words, the message, and the more we embody them, the better that we can convey our experience, our life, our truth into that universal truth....and deliver it like a lead actor in a Shakespeare play...with authority, we can say, and believe, that .."all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players..." we make those words our own...truth rings a bell. 

So many of us climb up into our heads and bathe in the elixir of language...we believe our words over truth, Because the truth doesn't live in a rational mind, it lives it a mind of sensation and embodiment,  it lives in patterns and the whole, not in the sum of its  parts.

Our true north.  Our inner compass starts in earth beneath our feet, and rises, vertically through the crown of our head ( our crown chakra), and crosses horizontally between our arms. Where those lines intersect, is our compass and our cross. It is us. Connected to earth, and rising towards the heavens, running east to west, that is where you and You meet. This is sacred. This is truth. This is where you know you are an aspect of God, a creation of the highest order, a flaming arrow of power of light of life. This is your sacredness and your power and your strength. You are divine.

So many times we lose our truth, our connection to self. When we are little and we sense that somehow our mother is suffering and has lost her way, we start to sacrifice little bits of ourselves, to help her. We try not to make trouble, to cry, to show her that her sadness is making us sad. We want her to feel better, so that  we can feel better. We help her. We hide our suffering and pain, because we need her in order to survive. Then we learn to do this with our friends. We need them, we make little self sacrifices in order to fit in , to be loved, to be happy. We do this over and over again, throughout our lives, we are called  caring, empathic and nurturing. We take care of others feelings and sufferings and pain over our own. We give away little pieces of ourselves until they become large chunks and gaping holes in our souls, and we start looking for salvation in the problems and pains of others. We get sick. We lose our ability to create.

Or we experience trauma, physical, or emotional, it doesn't matter. Big trauma, where we remember the one defining moment where time stood still. We stop  growing, and our life takes on  a timeline of rational thought, story telling, and analytical thinking, occupying only our heads, and completely dissociated from our body. Or we have 1000 paper cuts of unhealed injuries that created thick scars of blocked energy that cannot move. We become frozen in time, caught in a loop of triggers that fire every day. Until we heal them. We get sick.  We lose our ability to create

We are meant to move forward, we are meant to grow and create and move freely...all of us, and all of us within. When we get stuck, we age, we move forward on a timeline, but we don't grow and create and thrive. Creativity comes to a standstill. We get sick. We lose our ability to create.

We become gaping wounds, empty holes, disfigured scars, looking for love,validation, and identity out in the big  noisy world...we might find it, a cause, a dog fight, a war. We can distract ourselves from our scarred innards, and take up arms in the war. We attach to and believe things that distract us, that are  outside or ourselves, because the insides don't make sense. or don't work. It's  everyone's  problem to solve, not ours alone. We give up our power, and eagerly hand it over to doctors, psychiatrists, researchers and politicians, people who've convinced us that they hold the keys to the kingdom. You stay sick. But now you are angry. You're ready to fight for your ability to remain sick and powerless. You stop living.