Here’s to the Survival of the Truth Tellers

Georgia O’Keeffe Painting
Happy Spring!

I guess it’s my age, or the accumulation of years of life lived, that has changed my perspective so profoundly in recent years. Every day I see more clearly the power of truth in a world of lies and half-truths. Is it because I stand more firmly in my own truth? Am I less influenced by the push and pull of society and the expectations of others? I guess the reason doesn’t matter other than I just like to think about such things!

I am so very grateful to all of you who have taken the time to respond to my posts the last two days and to all of you who, silently and otherwise, threw your loving support around me. I felt it. It helped carry me through this challenging time. It is over for now, the clash with the ego-constructed world. It is not likely that the case will go to court until the end of the year, so for now I can rest.  What a process.

Last night I saw a news clip about a woman whose life was ruined by a reaction she had to a generic drug. She lost her eyesight and much more, but the drug company is claiming they can’t be held responsible because they just copy the drugs made my the original manufacturer. Of course, she is fighting it via every channel available to her. It made my little battle seem insignificant by comparison and yet I think it is important for each of us to stand up for the truth whenever we have the opportunity. It makes a difference, even if in just a small way.

We have to talk about the things that are true even when there is no hard physical evidence to verify them. We have to give credence and respect to the nebulous, symbolic aspects of life and stand apart from a culture that prefers to wear blinders and motivated by other things.  I like to think we are warriors for the truth and things beyond the obvious.

I liked the comment left yesterday by Morgan, “You are “held”, Dorothy by women everywhere. When I was in coach training with a wonderful woman named Martha Beck she told us of a frightening time when she had to be grilled during a deposition. What she decided was that no matter what happened she would just beam light from her heart center to the “less than receptive attorneys” across from her and keep smiling deeply into their eyes–be constant in this–filling her whole chest with this energy of light and goodwill. It changed the experience for her and seemed to flumox those questioning her. I do not know, but I do know that crowding out fear in your whole chest area and eyes with this centered deliberate radiation of energy can be a remarkable change agent!”

I love Martha Beck. She has a way with words and standing up for what’s sensible and true and while I didn’t read this until after I returned home I experienced something similar. I hung onto the truth. I hung onto the center of me. The attorney deposing me wouldn’t look at me so I couldn’t send any message with my eyes, but the energy we emit in such situations can be more powerful than we even know. He ended the session after an hour.  My attorney had expected it to be two. The examiner got all he needed. He got the truth.

Thank you Morgan for sharing this story. I’ve listened to so many audio books by Martha I could almost hear her saying these words and they were very reassuring. It’s nice to be in the company of such amazing women. As I’ve said repeatedly I know, you lift me up. Blessings to all of you. Dorothy