TRUTHOLOGY – a new, reckless way to live your life.

A GURU I KNEW --(the Master Jules,)-- once told me to live my life telling
the truth to everyone. IN four different ways. He made me write it down
so I could remember it. 1.) Tell the truth about myself to MYSELF. 2.)
Tell the truth about myself to OTHERS! (EEK!) 3.) Tell the truth about
OTHERS to myself and 4.) and here’s where the wicket gets sticky, tell
the truth about OTHERS to OTHERS! Right to their face. OUCHEY!

I have found that to do that LAST one requires a real jocular manner. People
aren’t used to hearing unvarnished truth. So you have to stylize it,
drape it right, drop it on them in fragments of fairy dust not throw it
to them in one big lump. Pin a ha-ha button on their lapel and help them
giggle at it.

EVERYTHING that comes to your mind is probably the truth. Usually stuff
you find suddenly out of nowhere in your brain has leapt there from the
unconscious. OUR unconscious is GOD in comparison to us. Well, it is
UNLESS your unconscious is seriously tweaked. Neurotics have a little
bent GNOME inside their unconscious tracing dark, moldy maps in the
darkness of subjective reasoning with leprotic fingers.
But you probably have that eagle eyed inner angel who wears a magnifying
diadem over his third eye and can spot things (at forty thousand leagues
altitude) that are absolute truth -- like spy planes which can read
license plates at ten miles distance.
The keen eyed INTUITION angel then whispers them to you. And your mouth
passes the info on to a startled audience. And in your fantasy, they
If you’re right, and of course YOUR compasses aren’t rusty, --- we still
gotta analyze the wisdom of sharing your perceptions. Do you dare to
voice them? Unfiltered? Imagine Christmas party coming up. Imagine you
seeing your high society patron lady pal waddle in. She’s wearing a
white silk hostess pants/blouse from the 70’s, pearls to her belly
button and you say ‘Adele, what on earth possessed you to wear that?’
You did her a favor for life. Next ten parties she wears a fat suit in a
dark color. She’s better off but do you still want to go there? SURE!
YES, if you are a reckless bigmouth. Isn’t it possible that a.) some of
what you say could offend? Some of what you saw wasn’t true and
accurate; it was just a bent, warped paranoid feeling your inner Gnome
had? C.) Nobody died upstairs recently and made YOU GOD, did they? Maybe
while we weren’t looking? You are the appointed anointed one? And you
didn’t send me an E-mail when it happened? IF none of the above is true
and you start voicing what you think……trouble lies dead ahead. If you
think the ALASKAN oil tanker spill caused a big mess, wait ‘til you
start saying what you think! A lot more than seagulls are gonna have
muck on their wings. And a lot of it always rubs off on the source.
That’s you.
But truth is a game we can try in gradual increments. The truth game
once was an L.A. party night do-able. Played in that context, one was
less likely to get jumped on.

I played in living room groups where we'd ask any question that occurred
to us to ask, probing strangers for their bios, their wish list, their
secret terrors and getting to the truth of that person's existence. At
first, we satisfied 'group curiosity' about intriguing people. Sometimes
very plain people had unsuspected depths and beautiful people were as
shallow as a ditch.

'Pile-ups' were allowed, where the group would concentrate on one
person, querying, probing, discovering. There ought to be some tact
rules as some would give a candid opinion in a way they'd NEVER do in
any other setting. So the offended person should be able to lift his
hand, say 'take a vote on whether I'm being skinned or not,' and if they
feel a sadistic skinning is going on, then the offended member gets to
torch the pyromaniac!

This work may bruise a few noses, so for a few meetings, it may be
necessary to do some clean up afterwards, too. 'I felt hurt when John
said I was a lazy lady with a game and an agenda." And these two people
resolve it until NOBODY is hurting. Until no noses are out of joint.

Once the group has assembled a few times for this kind of 'Shark School
Feeding Frenzy' fun --- once the group has admitted to an interest in
coming awake and learning how to establish a beach head of consciousness
and has learned a few methods to transform sleep behavior to
watchfulness, self awareness--- once everyone has had his games and his
infantile agendas busted, invent a new game.

By now the group is fairly friendly, knows the hang-ups of every person
there. The caffe klatch feels very much like the convening of a real
family. Now, it is necessary to all wake ourselves UP a degree or two, a
notch or two above normal, waking chat consciousness, with auto
suggestive magic like taking home made Bach Flower remedies in drops, as
'tea,' and by doing some basic yoga kriyas, some prayer, group chanting,
or group singing of a familiar song like Amazing Grace.

These things seem to center people, lift them up to the ecstatic notch
that grass did in the sixties. In the sixties the groups I attended
didn't smoke weed to play 'truth'. On a theoretical level, we could have
all gotten a little stoned and gained that 'instant' ability to GROK one
another, but I never knew of a consciousness seeking group that did it.
It would have been a good idea. People did get together to smoke, but
they never did anything as organized as group work when they did.

Grass certainly works to catapult one up thru that trap door into the
attic that is really a PENTHOUSE with balconies overlooking the entire
astral plane, but it was never ever done in the context of a guided
spiritual group that I ever saw, and I was, after all, in L.A and went a
lot of places. Grass was smoked in living rooms, patios, by partygoers,
but not SPIRITUAL partygoers.

Anyway, the owners and floor managers of the New Bethlehem don't allow
kooky sects with psych games unless they stay substance free, so perhaps
Bach flower remedies (made soaking flowers from your garden in spring
water overnight,) and a meal of some fairly normal green leaves --like a
home made spinach salad served with a tofu-cheese quiche would be quite
enough. (NO real cheese as it stupefies the mind,).

You might experiment here, add red wine on one night, black coffee on
another. (I hear that if you put enough nutmeg in a banana smoothie you
get a wholesome buzz.) Anyway, it's not about food. It's about playing

Now here is where we’re going with this. In a social context, in your
Xmas party life, immediately ahead, a microdose, a homeopathic dose of
truth -- can salt and pepper ordinary party conversation and make it
very savory. When your conversation is unique, single men tend to notice
that there’s something unique and wonderful and amusing about your
brain. You’ve already got them going with a fabulous tight waist party
suit, décolletage, great gams, and then this champagne coming out of
your mouth?

As long as it’s sweet, bubbly and foamy and light. You can’t put your
gas pedal to the ground on this one because it quickly become an old
trick, a dangerous one --but like watching race car drivers go around
bends, it fascinates onlookers for a while. Creates a heart beat where
there is none. So it’s a great way to start a relationship FAST!

All I’m saying is you might want to attempt this trick, at the next party you attend or give. IN A CRANBERRY RED CHRISTMAS VELVET SUIT! Nobody will ever forget you!