Penny for Your Thoughts; Dollar for Your Mind's Unwavering Gut Honest Truth

MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Lies, Lies and Moreand resolve, how do we expect the other to deal with
Elaborate Liestheir untimely appearances? They will not be silenced,
The majority of human beings believe they tell theyou know. They will have their day in romance court.
truth, most of the time. Few will admit they lie, most ofBut, the judge and jury (our partner) will unfortunately
the time. And none will disclose just how often, whennot have all the facts to suitably, fairly and unbiasedly
and how they twist the truth ‘a little' to suit theirdeal with the evidence.
needs. They convince themselves they are not reallyYes, we lie. We all lie. If we didn't, we might just turn
lying, when they know, distorted versions of the sameloose of old imagined hurts, emotional loss, unforgivable
story are, in fact, deceptive.betrayal, violations of trust, unbearable financial
But, we are curious creatures. Adept at swindlingdisasters, uncooperative circumstances in which it
ourselves to favor a certain idolized image we haveseemed as if we got the ‘short end of the stick,.'
created for/of ourselves. One that we must maintainnot to mention the screeching unresolved mental
consistently in as much as our sovereign power allows.torture of cataclysmic situations which left us marked
Hah! How utterly ridiculous and futile are our attemptsfor life. Bottom line; we are broken, or so we perceive
to portray an untruth so vividly transparent. We can'tthe lack of some measure, and we need to be fixed.
hide from ourselves AND that's who we live and dieYet, we try to hide our helpless defenselessness
with.under a guise of being able to tackle the world with its
It's all a matter of unconscious perception; anentire problems single handedly. The daunting load gets
awareness yawn would serve to do the trick ofheavy, after a while. (Not the world with all of its
waking us up but we're simply not interested. Especiallyinsurmountable troubles) but the lies we tell ourselves
if it involves ‘disturbing our self-indulgent illusions'; weregarding the responsibility we have for making it all
want to continue to believe how wonderful,right, better, more appetizing. We assume, it's our place,
well-informed, funny, intelligent, attractive, spiritual,duty, task to ‘step in and do what's right' for the
dedicated, hard-working, honest, caring, decent, involvedother. [Never once do we realize, that our own greed
and interested we are. We walk around as if we notand insecurity propel us to act in the first place].
only have an ace up our sleeve (an extra addedBecause we are so gifted at deceiving ourselves into
edge), but can make it magically disappear and appearbelieving we are so ‘special' ‘irreplaceable' and
at will. We sincerely think no one can see through our‘unique', we immediately set about to act in an
considerately deceptively masked ‘what's in it forimprobable situation. Of course, how could it be
me' incognito personality.otherwise than for US to save the day?
These deceptively constructed guises are particularlyBut, guess what? There is no real Mighty Mouse! What
prevalent, when we are entering into new relationships.happens in all actuality is that we stagnate. Get
That's when we really ‘put on the dog', or the cat,jammed up. Mad at the other for not making it right for
tiger, bird, bear, or raccoon. (Whatever fits our fancy,us, or better yet, not allowing us to make it right for
at the time) We come across so deliberately ‘putthem! {In as much as there is no day to save; we
together' and manicurely maintained. It matters not, ifflounder in perplexity.} Proclamation alert: "Hear Ye!
that ‘face of the hour' is nowhere near theHear Ye!" The day is perfect exactly and precisely
panoramic view of incalculable distortion occurring onhow it unfolds, with all of its apparent imperfections.
the inside. We are on a personal quest; we wantNow, what do we do with all of our grand delusions of
something. And, nothing short of a 33,000 pound roadself-mitigated triumph? Face ourselves and the
scraper will deter us from our conquest.fictitious lies we've generated in order to live up until
We convince ourselves, and the other, that we are thethis point. It's called an ‘awareness yawn.'
ones for the ‘decidedly blissful' union that we aloneReady to fumble and crumble? Ready to accept the
can provide. Does it ever flitter into our fuzzy mindsliving truth that the indispensable meanings we have
that we may have created and presented a delicatelyassigned to our lives and selves are no longer valid
misappropriate view of ourselves and in so doing,and appropriate (meaningful)? That the yearning nature
gigantically disproportioned the other, as well? No, I'mof our dramatically expressed inner needs (soul) must
afraid not.be extrapolated and articulated without delay and
So the little misleading lies began, lived, thrived andresistance? Are we ready to venture from behind the
multiplied before we even kissed the potential mate.tree in broad day light for the whole world to see and
So much is hidden; so much left unsaid, yet we carryreceive? [Just as we are without a plea} Can we
our baggage into the relationship as if it doesn't stickhumble ourselves to admit that we were, have been,
out from every scarred hole. IF we can't even bring toare and will remain in the gutter of our own despair
the surface those ghostly demented apparitions ofuntil we release the idea of supremacy from ourselves
entrusted ‘searing of the mind' incidents to confrontand others?