Give me truth
Words are easy. Yet they come with consequence.
To speak words backed by your entire body being, pulling the essence of the words from the very centre of our being, is to speak as a transmission. No dissonance or interference.
Martin Luther King Jnr spoke this way when he said, “I have a dream!”
We may speak to sort, a free-flowing ramble to seek the thread of truth. In Syntropic World we call this the threshing floor.
We may speak with our eyes and body, no words required. Our wholeness is the transmission.
To speak words that are not backed with any substance at all, absent any commitment, this is the realm of politics and spin.
To speak words that are deliberately crafted to spin a web of deception, to cast a spell on the listener, to gaslight, and to do this with fluency from practice over years, is to demonstrate the absence of integrity. Often times the person speaking these words is so separated from any vestige of integrity they believe themselves innocent.
In a world where words spoken as a commitment is a rarity, to hear someone speak from this place is akin to the experience of a cool drink on a hot day.
Our longing is not evidenced until we recognise the experience.
Give me truth, even if harsh, hard, difficult to hear, over the spin, gaslighting and spell casting.
We can handle the truth. Perhaps the problem is we have forgotten what it is.
Photo taken August 5th 2021
