When Truth Matters Not

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I’m surrounded by liars. When truth matters not, liars live their lives by whatever gets them through the moment. And they care nothing about the impact of their lies on others. Oh they can be told of their impact, but they all give that deer in the headlights look. You know the one. Where they look at you expressionless as if they have no clue when in reality they’re only trying to come up with another lie.

The election is fraught with lies. The lies told about Hillary began years ago. I guess those in the position to fabricate all of this nonsense could see the threat she would become so they began demeaning and lying about her early on. The crazy man running against her just has to speak and he’s his own undoing. He lies constantly and still got the nomination. But that’s a reflection of the lack or moral compass that seems to have settled in and taken root.

The DEA has once again decided that lies are more important than truth and they’re continuing the Schedule 1 classification of cannabis. Most activists are telling them to talk to the hand and have even put it in a hashtag which of course I’m using. As long as the government holds Patent No. 6630507 they can go fuck themselves as far as I’m concerned. As a patient who has healed using cannabis, this decision, although not exactly surprising, is insulting to all of us who have done so. So we all know what this is about. Money. Profit. What it’s never about is the health of any of us.

As an empath, I really struggle around people who lie. I’m not talking about people who are simply guarded and private. I’m referring to people who look me in the eye and lie through their teeth. These people take creating the reality they see to a destructive level. I know that it’s happening, but sometimes they’re so adept at lying that I’m not always sure that’s what I’m sensing.

I tend to give others the benefit of the doubt. I know a woman who lied directly to me, and I knew her energy had shifted when she did it, but I wondered if it was just that she was in a new setting and was a little uncomfortable. Over the course of the last eight years or so, she has behaved in such a vile fashion toward me, but again, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was a personality clash.

And then I found out the truth. And it was worse than I ever thought. As it turned out she was lying, not just to me, but to others as well. But then fraud is like that. All because truth mattered not.

But it strikes me how what happens on a personal level extends to our community at large. When truth matters not, people make it up as they go along, pulling whatever they need out of their asses, all with an innocent countenance. It’s disgusting to watch and even more so to experience. I can tell you when I found out this woman had lied to me, I felt so foolish. I knew all along that something was terribly wrong with this woman, but I didn’t listen to my inner sense of things and look further. Instead, I waited until doing something about it relied on others, some of whom seem just as morally bankrupt as this woman. So time will tell how her bullshit will find its remedy.

It’s critical to listen to one’s inner voice, particularly when that voice screams inside you the way it does for me. And particularly today, when so many in positions of power over us lie so easily. And it’s sad that we all have to worry about this now. But clearly we do. And for proof, just turn on the news, where we’re inundated with so-called pundits who can’t even seem to give praise to the women athletes competing at the Olympics who win without referencing their husbands or boyfriends, or suggesting that Simone Biles’ grandparents who adopted her are not her parents.

We all know better than this. Truth matters. Respect matters. Lots to think about during Full Moon ritual tomorrow. And with that..

Blessed Goddess

As the Full Sturgeon Moon begins your Maiden expression tonight, as we draw down your fullness as Mother tomorrow, allow us to embrace wisdom gained as your Crone aspect follows.

Allow us to listen to our inner wisdom, our knowing, our awareness of Self.

Allow us to raise our frequency, our vibration, stepping aside from the egoic expression of the physical realm.

And allow blessings to flow freely to all as we embrace our truth, willingly and lovingly.

We are, so blessed be.

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Someday I'll figure out how to put this in a word cloud... Author ~ Empath ~ Solitary Witch ~ BA Psychology ~ Married 43 years ~ Survivor ~ Mom ~ 2 sons ~ Grandmother ~ former Kenpo Black Belt/Instructor ~ Homeschooling ~ Retired Motorcycle Shop co-owner ~ Medical Cannabis Patient/Activist ~ Liberal. That I can still form coherent thought is truly amazing!