“There is beauty in truth, even if it’s painful. Those who lie, twist life so that it looks tasty to the lazy, brilliant to the ignorant, and powerful to the weak. But lies only strengthen our defects. They don’t teach anything, help anything, fix anything or cure anything. Nor do they develop one’s character, one’s mind, one’s heart or one’s soul.” ― José N. Harris

So. Lying sucks for the one who lies too, eh? Don’t I know it!

I really appreciate the above quote. Any mis-truth, even the tiniest exaggeration, only casts a shadow over the true brilliance of Who it is we are. I have considered myself a naive dumb-ass far too many times in my life. That is not the truth. I want to believe in others. I want to trust. It is only in God though that I may be sure. Every damn time I put my faith in people I get hurt. “God is your safety in every circumstance”. (ACIM) What a cloak of warmth and delight that statement is! That says to me that I am UNAFFECTED by HUMAN BEINGS…or anything that is NOT God. Whew.

I know nothing is about me…heart and soul. I do believe that. In aligning with that truth in any moment, well, that is a key to freedom. Nor do I have any right to judge or condemn. None at all. “God is the Love in which I forgive”. Fuck. I've lied an awful lot throughout my life…always to look more “tasty”, “brilliant”, or “powerful” and then some! Ooooh, I have also lied to be more of a victim, martyr, and to pretend that I was “better”. Then I lied about lying! “I don’t lie.” Or in silence! If it’s not spoken it’s not a lie, right? Bleh. I call bullshit. Lovely fear! How unnecessary it all was/is!! ;) ☺ I am friggin’ GORGEOUS!!! Woot! Heehee…! A perfect child of God. As is everyone. No one deserves my playing God, or rather, behaving as if I am more powerful than God…. lol. An impossibility. God loves me, warts, mistakes, bad choices, faulty decisions, and ALL. He’s not keeping score. Why must I? Ugh.

All is Love or a Call For Love… I see that, when I’m not freaking out in MEgo! Which, quite honestly, is 99.5% of the time. -_- I am grateful to be able (not instantly, mind you) to look at myself instead of casting my glance outward with my extremely inaccurate conclusions. I can’t say it is “you” as it is but the convoluted image of me. I only know one story; that is mine. What sense does it make that I cast my verdict upon you from my distorted autobiography? Utter craziness. Yes. That is me living via fear via my ego. No fun.

Eeeexxxxxxhhhhhhhaaaaaallllllllliiiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg………………………………

Choosing again.

Therein lay my salvation!

AMEN!