We like to sell Truths like we do popcorns at a cheap movie ~ it gives a moment of landing and connection, they fill our bellies and we fall on our backs satiated but never nourished. These Pop Truths seem to offer a trapping reassurance that something in our world is nice, constant, unchanged,. Something to count on and belong to and yet... How much damage is created with that laziness of Soul?
Truths lead the Brave, the enWidening and the Curious ones to their desired thresholds, to the Gates of Mystery. That is their purpose, their deepest longings, their Genius and their give aways.
Truths call us to let go of that momentarily spell bound comfort of a certain boring and slow death .
- ‘Don't stay with us’. Truths seem to say
- ‘We are but guides to the rhythms and dance of Soul. Keep Walking after a moment of delight or despair.'
Truths bring us to the Wild edges of what we know. To the swirling living alchemising imagination. They lead us to that start of a enquiry, not time to build temples there where it was given...no Truths call for your inner Pilgrim to Journey.
If alive each Truth keep transmuting through her seasons in a living responding labyrinth, the one of psyche. Unless our Psyche got replaced with dogmas and certainties.
When we love Truths like hungry frightened abandoned infants we will hang on to them so long sometimes through generations, through our cultures and our spiritual maps. Then they become barbed wire around our vitality our connection to our sensuous and wild inner songs.
All religions was a moment of divine arousal coming from a Truth, a Tree or Water. An awakening occurred from a temporarily sacred gift ...
We then made a whole culture based on this moment that had moved on perhaps at the next tide, shading leaves of that generous tree or the moon cycle...then we colonise our Soul
If we stop and refuse to cross these cosmological thresholds that Truths guide us to then these Gates will evaporate, our Soul will dry out, our Truths become dogmas, tired, depressed. Danger will then seat by their side salivating for more deaths. We see that in all spiritual, religious, economical, medical, educational ... and political systems (fill the gap)
So let me tell you the Truth (hehehe)...and then let’s cross that threshold leading to ... LIVING MYSTERY...
Let not the answers become a prison. Let them be a new ring around your thriving tree trunk.
Truths can lead to a renewed wildness of our Soul.
To place an offering there at the feet of the great gate will be counted and correct.
So the Truth is... exiting!
May all I said not be true but rather an Invitation to crossing this Wild Gate...
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