I made a commitment to myself that I would begin writing posts once more. I returned from a spiritual retreat this past weekend and feel inspired to write and speak truth. Truth? What truth? or what Truth with a capital T. I suppose the popular thing to say is my truth. Is my truth part of the larger truth? If we are ALL ONE, then yes, my truth is your truth and her truth, and their truth and his truth.
But what if there is no truth or Truth?
Isn’t it strange when you get snagged on a word? Now the word truth – just five letters in English – is so full of meaning. Big meaning. Small meaning. If something is true, most people feel it is a certainty, a solid basis upon which to build. To tell the truth is to say what is. But what is to me, may not be what it is to you, her, them, him. Arrgh!
At one point, the truth was that the world was flat, that Sol and the planets revolved around Earth.
At one point, the truth was that demons caused disease and could be exorcised if you gave the priest enough money.
You get the idea. Truths like these seem solid, but then they start to get a bit fuzzy around the edges, like that science experiment in the back of your fridge.
So by adding the word “my” before the word truth allows me/us to acknowledge that what we believe to be true is my/our truth. It’s a bit of a shortcut. You needn’t add that everyone has a different take on truth because we all have different perspectives. Different childhoods, different teenage years, different adulthoods because it is stated within the word my. At least, that’s my perspective.
So my truth is this: I will have more than one truth in my life. I already do. Truth – my truth – isn’t solid. Oh boy. Scary.
But true!
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