“Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mirror, mirror on the wall… find the nearest mirror. Look. Keep looking for 3 minutes. Write about what you see.
(Author: Esther Poyer)
Lies can be beautiful, but only when you live behind the mask. Lies are only beautiful to the false self. To live and believe your lies is to deny your Self. By denying your Self, you reject the world and all its opportunities for connection, for peace, for Life. You reject yourself. It is my beliefs by doing this you become hardened. Your life is lived in fear, anger, and disconnection to the Creator, to the Self. You become empty--VOID.
I know this…I really KNOW this because I lived like this for years. I lived behind the appearance that everything was wonderful. Everything bad was good. I was BAD. This is what being abused as a child can do to you. The only good I was taught as a child came from my years in Catholic school. Even those lessons were tainted with humiliation and self-degradation. I do not blame the nuns. It was ‘the way’ of life during my childhood years. I learned to more fully understand when I read the book by Alice Miller, “For Your Own Good”. One must be courageous to come out of a life of ‘lies’. “If we are courageous enough to face the truth, the world will change, for the power of that “poisonous pedagogy’ which has dominated us for so long has been dependent upon our fear, our confusion and our childish credulity; once it is exposed to the light of truth, it will inevitably disappear.” (Alice Miller, November 1982)
What I see in the mirror today is not necessarily what I will see in the mirror tomorrow. This is my hope. I want to be a new and better creation each and every day.
Today, I see bloodshot eyes staring back at me in questioning. Why she asks? When she asks? I can tell she is getting older, thinking she is running out of time, wasting every precious moment in her hesitation; lost in the transition of her onward journey. There is a desperation hidden behind her smile. As I look deeper into her eyes, her old companion fear is still lurking within. She wonders if she will ever truly be able to live life unafraid. She longs for her daughter to return the love she wants to so freely give. She hungers for forgiveness from whatever ‘sins’ she may have committed. In that final minute, that one last gaze, she asks to be set free.