a liar

This sites words are lies, just not in the way one intuits a lie. These words are a translation of experience through decades of meditation and mindfulness practices. Through personhood experience and criticism, it glides along expressing what it notices to be honest, yet there is no real honest answers that exists in a way that doesn’t feel counter to another. It’s an impossible narrative to be “the truth” sayer. The checkers will balance the liar to account, eventually, and during that journey, the liar will be miserable.

All lies are baked into the truth, inseparable from it. While i can express this duality, this dichotomy as truth, anyones refusal to accept it, immediately invokes the liars narrative. There is no independent being that provides pure truth, even if seen to be equipped with piles of knowledge, degrees and a full set of lived experience.

The words inferred here, isn’t of circumstance though. It encompasses all circumstance and leaves nothing out to chance or wavers from mood to mood. A practiced “seeing” where the observer/observed answer in unison on “what is reality”.

The ego drops away, briefly, through many practices (sports, writing, teaching, etc.) but mindfulness practices allow the observer to stay put, seeing the doing, the thoughts and interpreting the narrative. This is where one lives, all things always and is easily shattered by intrusion from any perceived “where”.

The ego self is required to manipulate, to subjugate all narratives, that’s what lived experience is, all of it. Yet, when me-ism dissolves, even briefly, the lies merge with the truth that there is no other and no other way through.