On Questioning

Question EVERYTHING. 

We're all continuously telling stories. 
Stories of ourselves. 
Of others.
Of our world. 

Iterations and reiterations of narratives.
Narratives of "good".
Of "bad".
Of "right".
Of "wrong".
Narratives of resistance.
Narratives of acceptance.
Of individuation, and of Union.

Our stories SHAPE our reality, at fundamental, biological, and cosmological levels.

Our conscious left brain can tell a million stories per minute. One might call it a special talent. 
The question which seems relevant, at nearly every turn, is "what PURPOSE is this story serving?"

To what END is a story told?
What reality is this story calling in?

As I very young child, I was exposed to storytelling in the form of compulsive, pathological lies. Of untrue narratives repeated and repeated, so many times and with such ardent belief, that they seemed morph into infallible truth.
This was my nascent model of "how to Human."

By the time I could formulate proper sentences, what automatically, compulsively escaped my lips on 9/10 occasions was a lie.
I hid behind untruth, believing my truth to be unworthy of sharing openly.
Believing myself to be unworthy of being truly SEEN.

Then, the house of cards I'd unwittingly built came crashing down. One day, when I was around 10 years old, the Being whom I trusted most in all the world caught me in a lie, one which completely shattered their faith in me.
This beloved Being told me, with utter disgust, and disappoint in their eyes "I will never be able to trust you again."

That day was a CHOICE POINT, in this life.
I felt, in my bones, that I would never win back my beloved's trust. Even so, I knew I had to unlearn the habit pattern of hiding my sense of unworthiness behind untruth.

Being that I had learned the compulsion of lying FROM BIRTH, it was no simple task to unlearn it.

Many years of self-scrutiny were requested. 
Unending, unflinching analysis of both my internal and external dialogues, to incrementally shift across the full spectrum from AUTOMATIC untruth to RADICAL truth... both within and without.

In the process of moving from the habitual lies early childhood, to unflinching honesty adulthood, I accrued a valuable skill...
I question EVERY. THING.

Each word of self-talk.
Each shared dialogue.
Each piece of information which flows into and out of my field. 

I do not allow a single bit of raw data to move to me or from me without first critically passing it through BOTH the filter of love and the filter of logic.
Both my right and my left cerebral hemispheres.

I am CONSTANTLY leaning into question of what might be behind the thoughts, words, and actions of both myself and my cherished kin.
Continuously diving deeper into the rational and emotional "why" hidden within the stories we all share, show, and tell.

From the multinational mass-media mega-corporations and their nightly news narrative, to the neighborhood niceties and casual conversation, there is ALWAYS a purpose fueling the story.

If, for instance, EVERY major news station is telling us the same story, it might behoove us to question what could be gained by drawing our societal energetic focus to such a point.

Or, if you find yourself riffing on the same anecdotal story, every time you engage in conversation throughout a period of time, perhaps it might prove illuminating to question what emotional undertow could be sequestered behind the hashing and rehashing of that particular story.

Keeping in Heart, the drive behind any given story may not be conscious. In fact, on an individual level, a large majority of us are not fully (if at all) cognizant to where the roots of our stories reach.

With regard to the media conglomerates which monitor and produce the content that we collectively consume, well... that's a fairly different ball game. There are Beings, trained more extensively than neurosurgeons, to become masters in the psychology of storytelling, who are paid extravagantly well to decide what gets filtered through... and what does not.

Allow NO ONE tell you what your truth ought to be, Beloved. 
YOU decide which stories get to shape your reality. 
YOU chose what reality the story of your life calls in.
You, and only you, hold the power to dwell unabashedly in YOUR truth.

Invite all that which comes to you and from you to pass through the filter of your innate KNOWING, and stand firmly in the light of your wisdom.

Shout your truth from the rooftops, my love.
Your truth is unique, independent, sovereign, magnificent.
This world requests your individual truth, your whole truth.
All if it.

Honor your truth, oh luminous One. 
For it is in doing so that you free others to do the same.

When we breathe deeply into our truth, we open to a Cosmic realm of co-creative potential.
When we stand in our truth, we shine as beacons of light for all the world to bathe in.

Come, take my hand, old friend. 
Let us radiate truth like the openhearted powerhouses we were born to be.

Let's open our channels to truth, and stay there.
Honest.
Loving.
Untamed.
Free.
❤
© EJB 2017