Eyes Pried Open

Open your eyes. I am a naive person sometimes. I believe in the best of people, I believe in truth. I never expect that when someone tells me something about themselves, it’s a total fabrication. A total lie. Maybe they believe it. Maybe when they say something, at that moment they believe this is true. I read something a long time ago about how we energetically try to control each other, how we jockey for power.
I understand this as when we meet someone or we connect with them, we want them to value us, to like us to want to be a part of their lives somehow.
I wanted to believe that everything a “friend” told me was true. I wanted him to be that knight in shining armor that could take me away from it all and give me a Calgon bath.
Well, the truth has a funny way of showing up. In my case, I felt something was off. My trusted friends questioned my friendship with this person. They pointed out discrepancies in his stories. I wanted to believe the truth and got stirred up when they gently and lovely tried to pry my eyes open.
One day, I prayed. “Show me the truth.” The Universe opened up. I had data, information, courage to look deeper. My answers came to me.
What to do with this now? I prayed. I got on my knees and asked. The answer came. The calm sat in my belly. The action taken. The difficult road ahead.
Am I still naive? Probably. Will I trust blindly? No.
I learned that not everyone walks a path of integrity.
I learned that people tell lies for many reasons.
I learned that the truth set me free. I hope it does for others.
I have compassion for those with illnesses that keep them from the truth of themselves. Perhaps, its just too painful to look at. A life created from fabrications. A intricate weaving of untruth.
Spiritually, we all are lies. We live fictitious lives. The seekers of truth get glimpses of who we really are. Do we believe? I don’t know. I just keep asking for truth. The Universe always responds. Blessings.