TRUTHOLOGY – a new, reckless way to live your
life.
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….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 clap!
If you’re
right, and of course your angel is. SO now that we’ve settled that—that 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 TRUTH.
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!
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