How boring is The Truth?

My truth, your truth, and The Truth. Sing it again, shall we?

I woke up from a dream this morning drenched with emotion, gasping for breath as if I had been drowning. Once I came back to myself I was left with a heaviness in my chest, as one does after an emotional dream. Its only lifting now, several hours later. ‘What was the dream?’ you ask me, eyes wide, on the edge of your seat. Nothing that would have been anything several years ago, but something that has become very important to me now. In the dream I had written, of all things, a Substack article which went viral. It went viral and had more than 238 likes, 73 comments, and counting. Why did I feel emotional about that? Because the article was based on lies.

How easy it would be for me to write something that is not true? A clickbait article designed for likes and shares? As I would write, and read it back, I could even start to believe it myself. I would then become convinced of it - it could become, as New Agers say, ‘my truth.’

I don’t do that. Because, as you can tell, dear reader, for me, as easy as it could be for someone else, I would not be easy with myself.

It made me wonder, how boring is the truth? Well, maybe boring isn’t the right word, it’s certainly not what people like to hear. It’s not what gets the likes and shares… They would scroll on.

I could just use clickbait titles, and keep the writing as it is. Something flashy to keep them reading - like, ‘You’re not going to believe this - read till the end to find out!’ Or, ‘Something horrific this way comes.’ I have seen this used time and time again on spiritual videos on YouTube, but it just doesn’t work for me. I’ve had arguments with editors and fallen out with business partners before, over similar. I cannot use fear to make people read (or watch) me. Because of this, I’ve had to become very discerning around who I choose to work with. So perhaps I don’t have as many readers, or viewers as other channels do, but my soul is intact. That is me being of service to myself. Walking my talk, another New Age saying. How ironic, as most of them don’t actually do this.

Back to my dream - was the emotion because I loved seeing my work going viral? I needed to be sure. I’d love it to go viral, but I reminded myself that I’m not here to tell people what they want to hear. That’s not what The Truth is. That felt better. I remembered that the name of this Substack is Truth, Spirituality and Fried Eggs. And it is indeed about truth, and spirituality. When I named it, I wasn’t sure what the fried eggs had to do with anything but the title felt incomplete without them. Now that it’s a few years old, I finally see it is relevant - fried eggs are protein and fat. Our daily bread, so to speak. As I reach my 6th month as a carnivore, I am eating nothing but protein and fat (well, I’m 90% carnivore as I do have the occasional square of chocolate and a cup of coffee). I finally see the wisdom of including fried eggs. Some things just don’t make any sense until they do.

On the day that King Joffrey was to be buried Tywin Lannister asked Tommen what makes a good king. At only 10 years old, Tommen said, ‘wisdom’. ‘And what is wisdom?’ Tywin asked. ‘I don’t know,’ said Tommen. ‘Exactly!’ said Tywin. ‘A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t. You’re young. A wise young king listens to his counsellors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards.”

We have lost our trusted advisors. This dark night of the collective soul that we are currently experiencing comes from the discovery that our trusted advisors were lying to us, and using us this whole time. Who can we trust now? Are we wise enough to admit that we don’t know?

Here’s the crux - we can tell the difference between someone who speaks truth and someone who does not. We hear the ring of authenticity, because that person believes what they are saying. But is their truth, The Truth?

As we clean up our own act to become authentic, which is part of our healing process, we are attracted to others who are doing the same. But to be able to tell The Truth from ‘my truth’ or ‘their truth’, we need to have a relationship with God. And, we need to be wise.

God is like the North Star, always pointing towards The Truth. Well, He does for me anyway. And if we are not privy to all of the truth, I believe we get as much as we can handle at the time of our asking. For in God’s eyes, we are but children, and cannot always see, or handle the bigger picture.

God doesn’t want to influence us, he wants us to use our free will. He wants us to freely choose to have Him in our lives. I do believe that’s a natural progression of the healing process - to invite him in. But if we don’t get out of our own way, we cannot hear God, we only hear ourselves - our inner chatter, our egotistical nature. Hence the reason why so many false gods have stepped in as God, and why so many people have fallen for them. Another New Age fallacy.

I see it now. When it is all about the ‘I’, it is not the one true God. When we want more than our daily bread, or our daily eggs, we are not being wise. And if we are encouraged by ‘god’ to continue in that trajectory, then our trusted advisor is steering us in the wrong direction, and probably is not God at all.

I cleanse my palate. I say to Him, ‘Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done.’ And then I let go of my need to be right. I have no desire to make my life about clicks and likes. I don’t want to go viral. I want God to go viral. And, right now, fried eggs look pretty good.