To the Light Worker

A truth about this journey is that the line between lies and truth is very fine indeed. When we find the truth, when it is fed by love, as lightworkers we should shine. As Jesus said in Mark’s Parable of the Lamp: Mk 4:21-25

21[Jesus] said to [the crowd], “Is a lamp brought in to be placed under a bushel basket or under a bed, and not to be placed on a lampstand? 22For there is nothing hidden except to be made visible; nothing is secret except to come to light. 23Anyone who has ears to hear ought to hear.” 24He also told them, “Take care what you hear. The measure with which you measure will be measured out to you, and still more will be given to you. 25To the one who has, more will be given; from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away.”

 

With that in mind, I have to think about the dark conspiracy theories that abound on the internet. We read these and want to run screaming like Chicken Little.

I wonder if that’s what we’re meant to do as LightWorkers. By repeating the lies, are we not adding kindling to that fire? Maybe we should just transform the lies into a more powerful beam of light toward the truth.

A student said the following: “Not understanding the truth means they continue going on about their lives only caring about whether they have the right iPhone instead of focusing their attention where it belongs. In the truth.” … the teacher becomes the student again.

Very good point, but I wonder if maybe everybody is not supposed to understand the truth. Maybe there are people for whom darkness is better, less stressful, and more productive.

And then, of course, I wonder if I’m being too cursory in my presentation.

 

So I wrote a little free verse poem.

Lies

suppress us

hide the truth

create false illusions

mask reality

darken the skies

whereas…

Truth

may be painful

scrubs away the lies.

forces a laser beam

     on the problems fed by lies.

A light calls

      from a distant horizon

clear skies

rising orb

spreading light

Awaken

 

Be the light, my friends.

 

The Dragonfly’s Student

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