Truth

“I will not participate in the lie”

-Laura Matsue Cosmic Matrix podcast 2021

Truth is my love language.

It’s a frequency. ..and a coherent one at that.

It’s when we split off and deny our truth that we create fragments and our energy starts to get jagged or staticky.

I personally have a physical aversion to not being true to myself (which occasionally means speaking up about things when I’d rather not).

I’m not even saying I always like this quality about myself, but it is what I’ve found to be true for me; and the only way I can stay intact and clear within myself; which will naturally ripple out to others.

I usually try to avoid it for a while to keep the peace, not rock the boat, etc (#conditioning), but then get brain fog or feel disassociated because I’m operating in a form of denial.

With that being said, I’m sometimes faced with a choice: to protect peoples’ feelings or be honest and stay in my integrity.

I choose the former, and have found with most people this instills trust.

It you ask me something, I’m assuming you actually want to know the answer and that you’re strong enough to handle it.

For better or worse over the past few years I’ve learned that written in the “fine print” of many of my friendships was that I affirm peoples’ choices or validate their world view in some way.

I actually said to someone, “I can’t validate your perspective because that requires me to abandon my own.”

You can imagine how well this went.

In retrospect, I am proud of myself for not taking the bait. I refuse to enable people in outsourcing their power (even to me) or join them in an ideaology that doesn’t feel true for me.

That is not love. It’s codependency.

. ..aka an unspoken agreement to keeping a bandaid on each other’s wounds to maintain homeostasis and avoid growth.

A relationship built on such a shaky foundation is not one I’m interested in.

When people get upset with me for being honest, it’s usually because they’ve parentified me in some way. The part of them that gets upset is actually their wounded inner child who feels rejected by a parent or teacher. I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t (re)parent someone else’s inner child.

The world I am helping to create is one where everyone gets to choose what to believe; and as I say this, I’m realizing it’s already here 🙌

-me

My hope is that we’re so tapped into our own knowing that we don’t require much in the way of external validation- and that we take ownership of our own triggers in the face of opposing viewpoints.

It’s that part that we may need to do some work on 🙃

More to come 🙏✨️

Photo: Inlet Beach, FL Feb 2021