Truth. Some say it is relative. But what is true is a different matter.
Caroline Myss, author of Sacred Contacts and a number of other New York Times best sellers, says people may have a perception of truth, their version of what they believe is accurate. This may be based on personality, circumstance or one’s upbringing. But in actuality, what is true, cannot be disputed.
What is true, is always true. The world is round. The Holocaust happened.
Today, we are reckoning with truth. We are shaping it like play dough, making it malleable in our fingers to fit our political or religious beliefs. Depending upon your view, CNN is the truth teller. Or Fox. In an era of fake news, truth is as cheap as Snickers bar, and not as tasty.
When it comes to politics, the lines of truth are drawn down the street center—some veer right, some left, depending upon party affiliation.
Now, some find truth in the words of their pastors and priests and religious leaders. Or in the heavens, as perceived by one’s faith.
The truth is, we as a people, are often not operating in truthfulness. We are passengers seat-belted in a way of seeing, based on perception. But what is true, what cannot be manipulated, is this: we are more alike than we are different because we are all love at our essence. (Before you shrug this off as hippie talk, stay with me.)
We may not act upon this knowing, we may flat out deny it and spend a lifetime ponying up evidence to prove otherwise.
But at our core, we hold love in our DNA.
So what is true is this, there are no shithole nations, no foreign factions, only opportunities to remember our humanity, to see that what is in one is in the whole. But we must remember our own nature, love, to remember the nature of all humanity.
In this day where we speak truth to power, we should remember to access the highest power of our own wisdom to claim the truth of who we are at our roots, realizing the other is us. When we see “them” in their difference, in their darkness or detriment, we see the largeness of our own shadow. Let us not hover under it or let it shade us from the scorching truth of our own reveal, which is love.
Martin Luther King Jr. said it best, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
I will repeat this: What is true is always true. And it is never too late to be love. To act from love, to serve it up like a master chef serves up soul food to hungry hearts and bodies. This year, on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, let us be this, love. Let us rise from the quick sand, let us “lift to the majestic heights of our soul’s force,” of our soul’s truth.
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