I fear the brutality of truth, its uncompromising honesty and undeniable existence Selected for slaughter I am summonsed by its prophecy Then it gashes into me with razor like fangs Sometimes I think I have become its parody Laid on a butcher block, my private thoughts are hacked by the invincibility of truth’s shock The fresh blood of my ignorant existence squirting denial onto the mirror that reflects the lie I lived since my birth Impaled by the truth The living flesh of my deceived soul stabbed with an edged knife splits open into wound like a cleft Exposed now, the raw, oozing me reads: “there, the truth, you see.” Truth is like fresh blood: hot and sticky in its honesty, and unforgettably red. I fear it, yet I want to know it like I know about death An intimate hatred to past events burns in my breath Inescapably true and insensitive that truth may be, tortured, agonizing and upset, I still wish to see Truth knows not diplomacy nor does it care Its words are whiplashes castigating any pretense Sentenced to truth, even death would be less intense Even armed with a dictionary of swords no mortal will ever ably defend Truth doesn’t blurb or make a scene it confronts me naked, ugly, sore and mean It's the sadistic crusader silently wielding its honesty boiling my being to scream Behind every frontage the truth can be seen, hidden only from the mind in delusional dream I fear the honesty of truth Bitter, vile, — sweet and beautiful The truth cuts me in two: One piece, the truth, is my book The other, the lie, is the way that I look
You have been warned.
Reality is an illusion impregnated on us from the earliest time. It is not what life is. It is only what it has become to us through outside influences.
Therefore, dispose of it at the earliest opportunity and never face it, never deal with it, because it is not your own creation.
If you face it, you automatically become a sheep like 99.9% of the world population. They all face reality with a surreal religious conviction. That should raise your suspicion.
As Mark Twain already wrote:
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.”
It is also the worst adversary if you look it in the face: clingy, horrid in humor and cruel beyond comprehension.
It survives only because it has been defined through the millennia to a point where humans now believe that there is no life without it.
Facing it is admitting that life is the way it is, in essence conceding defeat to a system out of our control. It is also a declaration that there is nothing else, — but reality.
Reality will never go down through a fight. Instead, it wears humanity to the bone with the fine emery paper of ‘reality checks’, one tortured grain at a time, unashamedly empowered, obfuscating any notion that there could be anything besides it, never mind something replacing it.
Don’t take your lifetime to figure out that reality only survives because its believers venerate it to the highest position in their existence.
Words like: ‘reality is all there is,’ just bolsters its ego.
One of the very few things all of humanity agrees on unequivocally: reality.
It is the religion of religions and has supreme power over us. It becomes a dust storm, hurricane-depression, avalanche, mindfcku…
Two things will free you from it:
Both are easy and often feel impossible to achieve.
You ignore it. Flatly deny its existence, and then you define your own present with your creativity, and not others’.
“Don’t face reality, face your dreams instead, they don’t hit you on the head.”
Emphatically again: reality is not what is, but what we make of that, which is. Existence is unarguably all the things that are. Reality, if we want to call our ‘existence bubble’ such, should be defined by us alone as soon as we have reached a state of cognitive awareness and consciousness, in a coming of age ceremony, an exorcision – lighting the new flame, and then revise it frequently.
However, and unfortunately, we are being defined by realities’ believers and their picture is burned into our conscience with the glowing branding iron of moral suasion.
Like always, we are sheep of many shepherds. These shepherds are believers who promote a particular thought stream anchored to reality and they are like snake-oil salesmen. Parents, friends, social media, technology, religion, governments, law, probably even ethics — to name some.
We are not born into reality, but into existence. The shepherds indoctrinate and convince us that this is it, this is all there is. Then they baptize us in false promises, tie us down in the illusion and give reign to reality to have its way with us. If ever we wake up and want to escape we realize there is hardly a crack left to be found in the matrix surrounding us.
The road to freedom goes from illusion through delusion to our truth of presence, and that path, however long and arduous it may be, is solely within us.
Rather be removed from reality, — confused in delusion, painted with satire, derided and scoffed, — than a captive of the illusion, lies, and threats of reality created and enforced by others, any longer.