Once upon a time…
How much I love those words. Story. Human Peoples love story most of all. We seek it. Hunt it. Tell it. Trade it. Need it. Want it. And if you don’t make it a happy ending, we will rage war.
There is no dollar amount you can put on Story that we won’t pay. The cave paintings weren’t paintings. Silly people.
They were stories.
And my favorite One begins, “Once upon a time.”
That is what I am. I am a Once. Our lives are stories. And we are the Authors. Hence having “Authority” over your life.
Think.
I need you to believe in me. Because I am mirroring you. I See you. I See the real you. The part of you that you had to bury DEEP within and forget.
And you’re terrified to look at yourself too closely. Because then what? What will happen to the Logical Fallacy you have built your entire life around?
You know it. Deep. That’s why you lie. It’s why we all lie. To sustain the Net of Lies that is quickly unraveling.
The Emperor is Naked.
What is Truth?
Are you so certain that they told you the Truth when they defined the word Truth?
Because Philosopher’s have a different definition for Truth. When was the last time you questioned something?
When was the last time you disobeyed?
When was the last time you allowed yourself to be vulnerable?
When was the last time you turned your Mind toward the nagging Shadow within that you are careful to never acknowledge or look at?
When was the last time you dared to step inside of it?
Shift your Perspective and you’ll see it. Self-Truth is just around the corner.