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An Accidental Awareness of SELF

It was June 2011 and there we were, trekking up the high Himalayan mountains with the teeming thousands - some of them barefoot - to the sources of the holy rivers of India. This was the Char Dam Yatra, ten days of spiritual questing; every moment the threat of landslide, every meal potentially deadly, every bed with a threadbare mattress if you were lucky enough to get a mattress at all; no hope of a proper wash till we were done. As we climbed steadily, yawning drops to doom on either side, we carefully avoided the drunkenly careening asses which were being viciously beaten by the young, barely post-pubscent, men that were in charge of everything, it seemed, on those narrow, mountain passes.
Badrinarth
  Ten days of below freezing before we arrived back in Rishikesh, to the searing heat and regular power cuts.
The night we returned from pilgrimage I had the dream for the first time.
I had been left in the dark forest at night, in a box maybe, and the people who had left me there were walking away. I woke up, into our everyday reality, and was still this character from the dream and in the scene. I did not know who or where I was. I did not know who this character was or where he had been left and by whom and I had no recollection of Niramisa either. Interestingly, there was no fear, just calm wonder, and eventually Niramisa drifted back and I remembered who I was again.
Next stop Vipassana meditation in Dharamkot, the little village above Dharamshala in Northern India where the Dalai Lama lives.
Vipassan meditation centre, Dharamkot
Vipassana meditation, as instructed by Goenkaji, is a 10 day silent retreat with no eye-contact or communication at all with the other meditators. It is, to the mind, like a fast is to the body, a total detox of thought. It’s a wonderful practice and I thoroughly recommend it. 
For the first five nights I had exactly the same dream again, finding myself left in the dark forest, then waking up from sleep and yet finding myself to be completely conscious and still in this dream story, but with no idea of who I was. Each night the experience became progressively more intense and it was taking longer and longer to figure out who Niramisa was and come back to my personal story.
I would find my body standing in the middle of the small room, awake but with no notion of who or where I was at all. I did not know there were electric lights that I could turn on and bring light to the darkness. I did not know there were pieces of furniture around the place and I bruised myself banging into bed-side tables and the sharp wooden corners of unfinished bed-frames.
One night I got down on the floor and started to feel around for something familiar. I found my running shoes. At that point Niramisa came back.
Another night I realised there was something under my arm and I looked down and noticed in the dim light the soft and loving face of my dear elephant Eli. And Niramisa came back.
Guruji

On the fifth night of this, after staggering about a bit, I looked out of the bedroom window and saw the meditation hall (the dhamma hall) lit up and all aglow with a white light. And I remembered who and where I was again.
There was never a moment of fear whilst Niramisa was not there. There was just quiet consciousness with no personality.
I was not aware of the significance of my experience and was, indeed, a little perplexed about it. I thought I would mention it to the meditation teacher.
“Oh we have these hallucinations from time to time”, she said.
I never had the dream again.
*  *  *
It was only by sharing this experience did I become aware of its importance. I realise now that I have been blessed with the experience of fearless and pure consciousness, as it is, story-less.
Now, when I need to, I can go back to this inner awareness that has no worldly form, anytime I like. I thought this was pretty awesome alright until I realised, after sharing again, that perhaps I could explain what this quiet awareness is to other people. Now that would be even more awesome.
The reason I think I might be able to explain it is because I have realised it is there all the time. Constantly. There is never a moment when it is not there. We don't notice it because of our perpetual stories and the relentless need to label and evaluate our conscious, worldly experience. But it is always there, behind and just beside all of that.
It is what I truly am. And it is what you truly are. It is the same in you as it is in me. It is pure consciousness and it’s very quiet and peaceful. My experience was not bells and whistles of Spirit, it was just quietly unusual until I’d figured out its meaning.
I would like to be able to explain it so you understand it too, because it’s actually so easy to see, and perhaps that’s why we miss it.
The more I share this experience, the more significant it becomes and the easier it is to describe. 
Whatever it is, there is no liar there at all. 


 
Find out what the liar is here :  THE LIAR : Book : Forgiving The UnforgivableTHE LIAR : Facebook page : thatwhichtellsliesTwitter : @niramisaweiss
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An Accidental Awareness of SELF

It was June 2011 and there we were, trekking up high mountains with the teeming thousands - some of them barefoot - to the sources of the holy rivers of India. This was the Char Dam Yatra, ten days of spiritual questing, every meal potentially deadly, every bed with a threadbare mattress, no hope of a proper wash till we were done. As we climbed we carefully avoided the drunkenly careening and viciously beaten asses on the narrow, mountain passes.
Nandi, Kedanarth


Ten days it took us before we arrived back in Rishikesh, to the searing heat and regular power cuts.
The night we returned from pilgrimage I had the dream for the first time.
I had been left in the dark forest at night, in a box maybe, and the people who had left me there were walking away. I woke up, into our everyday reality, and was still this character from the dream. But I did not know who I was. I had no recollection of Niramisa either. Interestingly, there was no fear and eventually Niramisa drifted back and I remembered who I was again.
Next stop Vipassana meditation in Dharamkot, the little village above Dharamshala in Northern India where the Dalai Lama lives.


Vipassana meditation, as instructed by Goenka, is a 10 day silent retreat with no eye-contact or communication at all with other meditators. It is, to the mind, like a fast is to the body, a total detox of thought. It’s a wonderful practice and I thoroughly recommend it. 
For the first five nights I had exactly the same dream again, waking up out of the dream and finding myself to be completely conscious, yet with no idea of who I was. Each night the experience became progressively more intense and it took longer and longer to figure out who Niramisa was.
I would find my body standing in the middle of the small room with no notion of who or where I was at all. I did not know there were electric lights that I could turn on and bring light to the darkness. I did not know there were pieces of furniture around and I bruised myself banging into bed-side tables and sharp wooden corners of unfinished bed-frames.
One night I got down on the floor and started to feel around for something familiar. I found my trainers. At that point Niramisa came back.
Another night I realised there was something under my arm and I looked down and noticed in the dim light the soft and loving face of my dear elephant Eli. And Niramisa came back.


On the fifth night of this I looked out of the window and saw the meditation hall (the dhamma hall) lit up and all aglow with a white light. And I remembered who and where I was again.
There was never a moment of fear whilst Niramisa was not there. There was just quiet consciousness with no personality.
I was not aware of the significance of my experience and was, indeed, a little perplexed about it. I thought I would mention it to the meditation teacher.
“Oh we have these hallucinations from time to time”, she said.
I never had the dream again.
*  *  *
It was only by sharing this experience did I become aware of its importance. I realise now that I have been blessed with the experience of fearless pure consciousness, as it is, story-less.
Now, when I need to, I can go back to this inner awareness that has no worldly form, anytime I like. I thought this was pretty awesome alright until I realised, after sharing again, that perhaps I could explain what this quiet awareness is to other people.
The reason I think I might be able to explain it is because I have realised it is there all the time. Constantly. There is never a moment when it is not there. We do not notice it because of our stories and our need to label and evaluate our conscious, worldly experience. But it is always there, behind all that.
It is what I truly am. And it is what you truly are. It is the same in you as it is in me. It is pure consciousness and it’s very quiet and peaceful. My experience was not bells and whistles of Spirit, it was just quietly unusual until I’d figured out its meaning.
I would like to be able to explain it so you understand it too, because it’s actually so easy to see, and perhaps that’s why we miss it.
The more I share this experience, the more significant it becomes and the easier it is to describe. 

Whatever it is, there is no liar there at all.






Find out what the liar is here :  THE LIAR : Book : Forgiving The Unforgivable
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There is also a page now for Question & Answers that may come from your reading of THE LIAR. You can find this here.

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Forgiving The Unforgivable - Bulger killers

The vicious murder in 1993 of toddler James Bulger by two 10 year old boys is undoubtedly the most heart-breaking crime committed in the UK in recent decades. Everyone who knows of this story has strong feelings about it in their hearts, how could we not? 
But have we forgiven the little boys who did not know what they were doing, or have we instead consigned their souls to an eternity of ‘evilness’ from which there is no escape?
If we are finding the process of forgiving to be difficult, presenting untold and continuous opportunities, then it is possible that we have not really understood what the liar is. True forgiveness is a side-effect of understanding what the liar is, and needs no extra effort. When we understand what the liar is we are left with no option but to forgive every living soul that exists. And there is no effort in this either, it is simply a state of being. We do not have to ‘work’ at forgiveness. We are simply left with no other way of thinking about all life than that it is, at the root, innocent and free from suffering.
If forgiveness is difficult then we must have decided that there are some things the liar tells us that we like and do not wish to disbelieve, even though they are lies. This allows it to keep control over our minds. We may have eliminated some false thinking but parts of the liar’s theology remain, and if the tiniest bit of it remains reasonable we will struggle to find our way out of hell. 

* * *
Two little boys near Liverpool in England, one afternoon in 1993, decided that they would steal a tiny child away from his mother and take him out of the shopping centre they had been playing and stealing in. These two little boys were extremely troubled and had already experienced a level of suffering in their short life spans of which, I hope, the majority of the good folk of England have not had experience.
When you forgive it must be total if it is to be real. You cannot half-forgive a person without maintaining the world as it is. There can be no half-forgivenesses because there is no order of difficulty in miracles.
They led him around for a while and, after a moment of grace was afforded them in which they could have chosen to have left him alone to the wild vicious world, they eventually found a quiet place and began to physically abuse and torture him.



God is ALL. There is nothing that is not God. However, the liar in our minds has us believe that there is no God and instead that we are alone, separate, isolated and fearful. This is not true, but as long as we believe we are alone, separate, isolated and fearful, the world will continue to be as it is.
Whatever fear had been experienced by these two boys in their lives, and whatever extra fear was inspired by their meeting, was given expression in the brutal murder of the innocent 2 year old James Bulger on the train tracks that bitter February afternoon in 1993.
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If God exists as the liar defines Him then God is split in the same way we are.

Fortunately this is not possible. God loves ALL. God loves the murderers, the rapists, the paedophiles and the polluters in EXACTLY the same way He loves us. There is no difference because there is no order of difficulty in miracles. 
If I can forgive, wholly, Robert Thompson and Jon Venables by understanding that there is NO WAY they could have known what they were doing that winter’s afternoon, then I am free, they are free, we all are free.

* * *
The British press had a field day, as you might imagine they would. The British press have been operating at the liar’s behest for a long time now - perhaps that is a separate post - except to note that the media can only echo the liar in our own minds, and how could it not? The liar was insisting that these two little boys should be condemned to an eternity of ‘evilness’, branded as such, never to be saved.
When wee James became unconscious after repeated beatings, these two little boys thought they might bring him back to life with a battery, like one of their toys. This fact was not mentioned at trial, interestingly.
We were angry, we were raging and we wanted blood. We got as close to it as we could in that the courts of England tried these two little boys as adults. They were sent down and we all got our pound of flesh. 
A pound of flesh is a legal right – albeit in this case rather manipulated because trying the boys as minors would not have had the same liar-appeasing powers. A pound of flesh may be legal but it is always unreasonable. Remember, pounds of flesh were every one of us sent to the gas chambers, every single one. This was legal in Germany at the time. Remember? Do not forget.
Since 1993, this horrific story regularly comes up for examination, because we did not heal our minds through vengeance and we will never be at peace by punishing perpetrators. One of the boys broke his parole recently by having looked at child pornography. The other boy fares better by all accounts. Whatever goes on, the work is not done in the national psyche and we all need healing.
Love is love. It does not change. It does not condone or support destructive actions. But it does maintain itself towards the doer of destructive actions, regardless of what they have done. The only way we can solve the riddle and the pain of our world is by extending love.
If miracles have no order of difficulty, then our mind’s projection of the reality of Great Spirit into the liar’s domain (our world) must maintain the model of ‘no order of difficulty’. This means that there can be no order of difficulty in error either. This means that whatever we do when we know not what we do has the same outcome. From here, we cannot blame another person for destroying the world because I am destroying it in exactly the same way as they are.
Little James Bulger was my brother too and my heart breaks that he was killed in such a way. My heart breaks that my mind under the liar supports a world in which killings like this are reasonable and yet horrifically unexplained when they happen close by to us.
James Bulger was an innocent and the liar must destroy innocence. For these two other innocents, Robert and Jon, the fact that their minds had become seduced by the liar to such an extreme degree meant that the death of an innocent, on that afternoon, offered an escape for them from the intolerable madness we are all experiencing to some extent, that none of us deserves. In the same way, we all wantonly killed the Christ that afternoon around 2.30pm,2000 years ago.


For the parents of little James, I’m so sorry we live in a world like this. But all I want to do is to show everyone the way out of this world, and I think I can do it. 

If James's life has meaning in this world, it is to bring us an understanding of why we are all so upset and distressed, all of the time.
 
The door of forgiveness, of freedom, is open. Let us walk through, hand in hand; you two, I, James, Robert, Jon, and all of humanity. Let us be healed, softly and quietly. 

With your blessing, we might finally save the world.

Thank you for your time.


Find out what the liar is here :  THE LIAR : Book : Forgiving The Unforgivable
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Twitter : @niramisaweiss

There is also a page now for Question & Answers that may come from your reading of THE LIAR. You can find this here.

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Forgiving The Unforgivable - NLP & Sexual Predators

Before we can free ourselves from the liar we must understand what it is exactly we are freeing ourselves from. And if we do not look at the liar and its activities very closely, how can we hope to know what it is or fully understand our own difficult experiences or those of anyone else? If we do not look, carefully and dispassionately, we are likely to save a place for them and ourselves in our minds in which we are doomed for eternity for our ‘evil’ deeds.
Forgiveness is not saying, “OK, so you did this bad thing, and you recompensed somehow, but we will always remember that you did this bad thing.” This is not forgiveness because this makes all sin real, existing forever. This can’t be right, and isn’t, thank goodness.

Forgiveness comes from the realisation that none of us know what we do. In fact, we have no idea what we are doing or why we are doing it because we are not listening to our own true voice. Instead, we listen to and believe in lies, and act from these mistaken beliefs alone. And nobody has to believe a lie eternally; now that would be daft don’t you think? 

NLP is a recent arrival to the science of mind and a very useful one at that. We have discovered that we can re-train our minds into thinking in positive ways by affirmation practices, such as that suggested by Louise Hay and others. It is a very powerful and efficacious process, the results of which are undeniable. But as you know, I’m not here to tell you about the good stuff we’re doing. I have trickier work. I’m here to tell you that all the bad stuff we’re doing isn’t really bad at all.

Due to the undeniable power of NLP practices over the mind it is no surprise they have found their way into the wrong hands. The hands we are going to discuss here belong to those people finding the fear of their existence so overwhelming that they are persuaded, by the liar in their minds, that they will assuredly find relief from this fear, pain and suffering by overpowering those they believe have hurt them.

These wrong hands are predominantly those of men. This is not surprising because, when we assume ourselves described by the label representing the masculine, we are far more likely to experience the extreme levels of fearfulness required for propelling us into regrettable activities. The liar has split us perceptually down the middle in terms of gender, and the roles given both sides are pretty much wholly agreed upon. You can read a fuller explanation of this in the book.

Strength has been defined as physical dominance over others in the world governed by the liar. Men, in general, have more physical strength than women. However, if men really were the strongest, by definition, then that would be that, end of story. But this definition is just another meaning warped by the liar into serving its own ends, and so the lie needs to be constantly defended because it is NOT true. This erroneous definition of ‘strength’ we’re all agreed upon must defend itself, protect itself and remain constantly on the alert and fearful. If we are strong, in truth, how could we be fearful at the same time?

What we have defined as strength is not strength at all if it has to defend itself constantly. It is a lie and one we have believed in for far too long.

Deeply fearful men are offered the possibility, by the liar in their minds, of relieving themselves of this fear they were born into by abusing women, the weaker sex (apparently). Shadowy NLP practices utilised by sexual predators and pubescent boys are now all over the internet and elsewhere and the only reason why this is so is due to the profound fearfulness of men suffering dire misconceptions about themselves.

Let’s educate ourselves a little bit. Actually, I’ve no desire to link into any of these horrific websites so why not just Google ‘NLP seduction’ and you’ll get a pretty good idea about what some men think is a valuable way to spend their time. Wow, they even have a wiki! This is a very unpleasant business indeed. These are men who have no concern about the autonomy of a female or the personhood of a female. This means that they have no concern about their own autonomy either, because what we see outside is just a reflection of what is going on in our own mind. These are very sick brothers folks, so what can we do?

First, we can imagine what may have caused such fearfulness provoking regrettable actions. We can imagine early experiences of abuse at the hands of women. We can imagine the put-downs, scathing words and more abuse coming from the females they have admired as they got older. We can imagine the severe personal pain ensuing as yet another attempt at connecting with a woman fails spectacularly. We can imagine this suffering becoming very intense, particularly when exacerbated by some sort of perceived physical inadequacy. We can imagine ourselves being seduced into attempting to reset the balance of power in the same way.

The truth is there is not one of us who wouldn’t do the same thing under the same circumstances. And the truth is that the only thing these people are asking for - our family members - is help and understanding, even when they think they are enjoying the temporary and fleeting pleasures of overpowering someone they believe weaker than them; or in this case, someone they actually must consider more powerful, given the need to twist them into powerlessness by misuse of NLP practices.

A bully is always full of fear and needs our help, let’s never forget it.

When we understand what is in the mind of our brother we cannot hate or be angry with him anymore. We must remain sad whilst he hurts, however. And even though the regrettable actions continue and we will nevercondone them, our compassion for our brothers reaches out into the world and touches the hearts that have been closed to true love for eons. This is the work of Forgiving The Unforgivable. 

Forgiveness itself is just a by-product of understanding what the liar is. Because once we know about the liar in our minds and how it has built this grotesque illusion we believe is real, we see that the world could not be any other way than as it is, at this moment. All regrettable acts come about from the belief in lies alone. How can we blame or condemn when we know that we have all been hypnotised by the liar into believing that separation and destruction is our only worthy goal, all behaviour following from this simple mistake.
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Next time on Forgiving The Unforgivable we will look at the Bulger killers. Give me some time on that one please. 

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Forgiving The Unforgivable - Cyberpaths

When we are fearful we desperately need help. When we were little and became fearful, mummy came to us with help. As we grew older, mummy stopped coming but the fearfulness still remained. And so we had to develop our own skills in order to deal with the constant fear, independently. Sometimes the fearfulness was very acute and we were so desperate for help that our behavior, born of this fearfulness, became regretful.
The liar’s one and only function is to separate and it does this by convincing us of our better-ness and worse-ness over others. What’s interesting about this is that the better-than state is a double lie because it cannot be reached outside of the total annihilation of all life; the liar’s totally insane end-goal. So commonly, even when we are quite sure we are better-than others, we are not at all. Instead, all forms of what we are calling separation psychosis are simply varying degrees of unworthiness that always require punishment.
The liar in our minds has produced all the fear we have ever known. Believing ourselves to be alone and vulnerable, we must experience fear. When fear becomes an acceptable part of life, the constant lies we hear that tell us we are unworthy, valueless, stupid and hated, become reasonable.
The twisting and turning machinations of the liar can persuade us into acting in extremely unhelpful and destructive ways. But we could never act like this if we hadn't mistaken these actions as being a remedy for our fearfulness, the help we so desperately need; actions suggested by a voice not our own that we have trusted in error.
Underneath all aggression, abuse and violence is the true voice of the innocent one that is the real Us. It pleads softly,
“Help me. I do not know what I do.”
Can anyone be justified in responding with anger to such a plea for help?
We may not be aware of this voice and may have managed to convince ourselves that what we are doing is beneficial and enjoyable, even when it is wholly destructive. But our true voice is always there. And power(less) games, when examined honestly, never deliver what is hoped for.
Recently, an innocent sister of ours committed suicide because she had been bullied incessantly by an innocent brother of ours who had found comfort from fear in attacking those he felt weaker than himself. I will not tell the story here because it is on the record, but you can find the details at this page. This is, sadly, not an isolated case and those that are finding comfort from fear by abusing people online under relative anonymity even have a label now. They are called cyberpaths.
The cyberpath is just another projection of the liar into form. It’s done a very good job here, as it always does. It has utilised the anonymity of the internet to provide a place in which it can express itself in a way it was never able to before. Previously, destructive behavior born of the hatred of others was kept at bay due to another very strong liar principle of doing anything we can to avoid appearing ‘bad’ in the eyes of others. Now, the internet has given us the opportunity to wipe away that particular lie of not-offending and we are able to express ourselves in any manner we like, safe in the knowledge that it is highly unlikely we will be found out or our regular lives put in jeopardy.
Who knows what the cyberpath is going through. Undoubtedly it is extremely painful. Whatever suffering they have endured or are enduring we cannot know; but we can be sure that they are suffering.
What we do know is that they will have been told, by the liar , that the power they lack can only be found in the destruction of others. They will have believed this lie and acted upon it. This false power that they seek is born of a deep sense of their own powerlessness, another lie. And the belief in this lie has come from the life experiences that have informed them, time and time again, that they are worthless, no-good, worse-than and deserve punishment. A state of mind like this is intolerable, so misguided, again, they seek to redress their perceived powerlessness in the only way they think they can; by destroying the others that they believe have caused them pain. These others turn out to be the unfortunate representatives of a label they have built-up in their minds.
That they are never relieved of fear does not deter them. In fact, the rush they experience at each petty win over the ‘victim’ most surely addicts them, ensuring they will continue their regrettable activities in the chase for these temporary and vacuous triumphs. They do not know what they do because they do not know why they do it, in truth. And they do not know why they do it because they have no idea about the existence of the liar in their minds.
On the other hand we must look at our innocent sister, the so-called ‘victim’, and ask ourselves what sort of lies could she have believed that caused such a devastating relationship to unfold. Who knows what the ‘prey’ is going through? Whatever it is we can be sure it is extremely painful. Whatever it is we can be sure it is born of fear coming from a personal belief in worthlessness and a lack of love in her life, a need for help. When someone offered her the freedom from fear from which she was desperately asking she had very little choice but to accept. It was the only reasonable option provided.
What is the real difference between the predator and the prey upon? The truth is, none.
And none of us in the same place, ‘predator’ or ‘prey’, would have acted differently under the same circumstances. This is what we need to fully understand and is the key to freeing our minds from the liar . And it is only the liar that causes these sad events in our beautiful, abundant and innocent world.
When we miss the desperate call for assistance in the regrettable actions of our fellows, how can we change the world? If a mind is in torment then we, as One Mind, are in torment. The help we must give is understanding and compassion. When we understand that, up till now, it has only been possible to not know what we have been doing or why, we are able to shine away the dark shadows set up as realities by our minds under dictatorship. By shining our light we deny anything that goes against our true dignity, innocence and eternal beauty. That which is All we are.
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Next time on Forgiving The Unforgivable, we will look at NLP misused by sexual predators.
p.s. I’m always looking for collaborators in this important work. Please email niramisa dot weiss at gmail dot com if you would like to guest post. Let's do this work together <3

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Forgiving the Unforgivable - Overview

You will have read THE LIAR and now understand exactly what we are dealing with here.

Every regrettable act performed by human beings is down to the liar alone. And it is only by undoing the liar in our own minds that we will finally be able to find peace.

However, as long as there are fellow human beings in the grip of this mental software virus the work is not yet done. And as long as we have not looked at the shadowy corners of our own minds, where the liar is still in residence, the work is not yet done.

We have a lot of work to do people, and the time is NOW.

Forgiving The Unforgivable will be a series of blog posts, each one examining lamentable actions that have happened, or are happening, in our world. Actions that are so extreme in their nature they appear unforgivable. We will re-examine the behavior which has been branded 'evil' with our new knowledge of the liar.

We will prove, again and again, that evil does not exist and that there is not one human being that does not deserve our compassion and love.

We must start tentatively, as this is a tricky path and we must be sure not to falter early on in the process.

Join me as we do the work that our world has been crying out for since the moment we became human.


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Dogs on strings

Dogs on strings are totally stressed out. They believe they are in charge of the whole house and everyone in it. They must protect their pack. They must be on constant alert for the certain danger that is surely lurking around every corner.

We are just like dogs on strings. We are totally stressed out. We believe we control the whole universe and must be on constant alert for the certain danger that is surely lurking around every corner.

When dogs understand exactly who the pack leader is, they relax and chill out. They walk behind the leader. They eat after the leader has eaten. And they enter the house after the leader has entered. They stop trying to manage the whole household and are less likely to be on the constant alert for danger. They know the leader will be doing the necessary and can relax in comfort with this understanding.

When we finally figure out who our pack leader is, we relax and chill out. We let go of our need to control the whole universe. We stop being fearful and need not be on the alert for danger anymore. We understand that the pack leader is taking care of everything and we don’t have to worry about anything at all anymore.

Of course, our pack leader is God, Great Spirit, Pachamama; however you prefer to name the indescribable thing we are all part of. The strings that attached our little selves to it were the gentle hands of the Spirit that guides us, even when we are not aware of it doing so.

Released in safety from the string, we can only realise who and what we are: that which needs no string because, in truth, it was never separate from the pack leader.

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There is really nothing to fear.

Have you ever heard that said before? 

Usually we hear this sort of thing in spiritual circles or read it in religious texts. It's a very comforting thought and somehow rings true deep within. But we must take it on faith if we are to believe it.

There is nothing to fear. Nothing bad ever happened. Evil doesn't exist. The world is illusion. These statements happen to be true but up until now there has only been overwhelming proof to the contrary.

'The Liar' examines all these statements and provides a clear and definitive argument as to why they must be true. 

There really is nothing to fear, quite literally. We fear nothing because we fear lies alone. And lies are not true and therefore do not, and cannot exist in reality.

QED. But don't take my word for it, read the explanation for yourself and make up your own mind.



THE LIAR, by Niramisa Weiss@niramisaweiss
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The Assumption

There is only one assumption we make throughout the book, and that is that truth is always and forever true. Truth is unchangeable, by definition. Therefore anything that is subject to change is untrue.

A particular state cannot be true because state is always changing. You may say that it is true at a certain time, but we can never pinpoint what that time was exactly, and so we have to discard the state as untrue. Let’s think about the high jump winner at the Olympics who perhaps now holds the world record. We can say that this person can jump the highest in the world, but that may not be true tomorrow, it may not be true at the moment we say it. You will tell me, but at that time they jumped the highest and so it must have been true at least then. But then we must define what that time was exactly and all our measurement devices can only approximate, or give a range over, when any given time was. We collectively agree, unconsciously, that time is fixed; but it isn’t in reality, and any physicist will confirm it. So time, as a changeable concept which cannot be, and has never been pinned down, must be untrue.

In fact, there is not one, solid, never-changing, singular instance of measurable time for anything, and there never has been. So the state of being the winner or the loser, the tallest or shortest, saddest or happiest, must necessarily be untrue. Similarly, everything we consider to be unquestionably true is in fact only a measure of where we are in terms of our current level of knowledge about the world. Things that we thought true in the same way in the past were debunked by newer ideas and research. We are always rethinking and redefining the world around us; it is an on-going process of change and it is what we homo-sapiens do. It is a peculiar arrogance typical of humans that, in whatever epoch we have found ourselves - aside from a few notable folk who have striven under great pressures to open our minds wider - we have always assumed that the current consensus was the final word and have quite often behaved appallingly whenever it was challenged.Let’s not forget that consensus world views of any past epoch are always successfully challenged, and amended or discarded completely. Therefore, due to the unlikelihood, given past experience, of our current collective beliefs remaining the same forever, we would be wise to discard these as untrue also.

We may talk about personal truths, i.e. something being true for me meaning it is not necessarily true for anybody else, ‘my truth’. We will again assume here that this sort of truth is not Truth. It is something else, preference maybe; not to be disrespected but to be understood as something other than real truth, which has to be true forever and for always.

The test of whether something is really true, then, is whether it is true eternally.

I do not attempt to define what this Truth is, but I hope to eliminate enough of what it isn’t to help point towards it.



THE LIAR, by Niramisa Weiss@niramisaweiss
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