The Danger of Truth

What happens when we learn the truth of something?

Perhaps we have been living under a false concept, and suddenly, through our own research or another’s, we learn the truth. Now we are faced with an entirely new set of circumstances – that might shock us to the core.

We tend to shun these kinds of revelations that disrupt our structured lives. Saints, sages and visionaries hint at truth but are historically shunned and discredited, simply because we are afraid of the truth; the truth is . . . a little too honest. If we should suddenly accept truth, our lives would dramatically change.

There is no doubt about this because when truth is revealed, it is no longer possible to live with the false, and sometimes, radical adjustments are called for.

Tremendous upheaval always results from a good dose of truth. Sweeping reform and change, sometimes quite violent, can affect our entire existence. Something as common as infidelity, when discovered, can often lead to violence. This is why truth is dangerous; it is dangerous because we make it so. We submerge ourselves so deeply in the false that there is no easy way out — and then we take our new truth as eternal, and become attached to it.

The problem we face is that truth is never constant; it’s a moving target. Just when we think that we understand the truth and tuck it away in our heads, the truth changes. How can truth change? It changes because truth can only occur in this very moment. As soon as we attempt to capture it, we imprison truth in our minds, and then truth is no longer truth, then truth becomes no more than a dead ideal, because the truth of the last moment, when captured by the mind, becomes the ideal of the next, and all ideals are dead just as all thought is dead. Truth has nothing to do with thought.

We point at it and say, “There is the truth!” but it is not the truth; it may have been the truth in the last moment, but it is not the truth now because now is the only place where truth can exist. Finding yourself immersed in a beautiful sunset, where all remnants of self disappear, is truth. Trying to capture that moment of truth revealed by that sunset, however; painting it, photographing it — this is never the truth you experienced in that one precious moment. And all the moments you spend attempting to capture that old truth steals the authentic truth from your next moments, as you become caught up in old concepts.

Truth flows beautifully every moment, but we can seldom keep up with it because we get sidetracked so easily. We get sidetracked because we are under the misapprehension that we can actually control truth.

Our theories, opinions, and beliefs are never of this moment. They are of the past, something we learned a long time ago and about which we have formed a view. This is not truth; this is concept. Truth is having the courage to be right here, in this moment, naked of all beliefs and conclusions and ready for whatever comes along, and willing to accept the changes that will be certain. This is the ultimate adventure.

When truth is revealed to us during those precious moments in time, when all of our security and ideals fade at the feet of an inexpressible truth, an indescribable freedom, we must be courageous enough to flow with that truth and not attempt to secure ourselves again, as we have so many times in the past, and which has ruined our freedom. Only when we allow our minds to move effortlessly, as fast as truth moves, not hesitating, not drawing conclusions, not capturing or controlling anything, will our minds finally know that incredible freedom of the sages. Then we can come face-to-face with truth, or God, or however we wish to describe that feeling of unrestricted beauty.

Everything else pales in comparison to this. Everything else is dark and dreary, subject to change and ruin. Only within the constant change of each moment is the constancy of eternity, and only the courageous dare enter that moment, because all contrived security, including the fabricated security of an individual self, is abandoned here, joyfully, because what is found in its place is what we have been searching for our entire lives – the end of our selves.

E. Raymond Rock |


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