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The truth cannot be told, it can only be experienced

Truth

Absolute truth is only found in a way we cannot readily comprehend, much less decipher. Truth is in seeing the falsity of things. In becoming completely aware, one examines ones own behavior, ones own actions, and ones own thoughts. In being completely aware, one practices essentially what Not to do. In doing so, what to do simply happens. In becoming vast, one is able to see the falsity of many things, simply by becoming aware of the endless possibilities that one finds. Endless possibilities that seem reasonable and logical are found everywhere. To believe in all those reasonable, logical possibilities is insane. It is insane for the simple fact that most contradict all others. Yet, somewhere within all the possibilities there is some strange true common realm.

I am full of anger… I am full of lust… I am full of desires… I am full of greed… I am a beast…

No matter how much I study, no matter how much I read, no matter how much I practice, I am what I am. To be full of anger, lust, desire, greed… to be a beast is what I know, to be or not to be all these is not a choice I have. These things are within me absolutely naturally. So why must I try without success to disappear them. Would it not be ignorance for me to create a fairy tale world where I am not what I am?

The more one practices something, the more one begins to believe in it. With a desire to know, one studies, one creates theories, one practices those theories, and then the inevitable happens… one becomes that. You are what you think in this sense. But if I have the key, if I have all I need, if I am just as powerful as the best out there, then why should I become something that I am not? If I am white light and black darkness, why should I become a rainbow?

Many teachings and rituals make for something undying and everlasting. Yet, in life nothing is undying and everlasting. Life is ever changing. Not a single cell one contains in ones body was present ten years ago. Today I am different than I was yesterday. Each and everyday we change, life changes, the whole changes. Then why do I need something permanent in my life? Why must I follow the everlasting pattern I am taught? Why must I not die with each passing day? Each day is a new life… each day is a new place… each day is a whole new world… so why must I live in the constraints of the past?

We are all in search for truth. Yet the truth cannot be told, the truth can only be lived in those happenings when one doesn’t live in the falsity of things. One seeks and seeks; One hopes another can tell us what it is and/or where to go find it. One has the key, the control. One has the feet to walk there and the know how of truth. One just can’t explain it. But one can live it.

Just as one finds that something one was looking for only when one stops looking, truth arrives in one only when seeking ceases.