August 14, 2025 MC

My lessons in truth continue.

I fall into trance and watch the mushroom cloud bloom into the sky. I see the sun growing closer and closer as the planet looses its orbit and tumbles. The forests burst into flames and the rocks melt into the center. The last ray of light hits the dying earth and our universe falls into darkness. My male spiritual teacher steps into the picture frame and asks, "If this were the truth, would you write it?"

I ponder my answer. I have learned that few will listen to or want to know the truth. Most of us cannot handle it and the repercussions it brings. I am more guarded in my speaking of it than before because I don't think it helps most people. As for the future, I think even fewer are ready to deal with knowing it in advance. Most of the time, it just makes me afraid to see the future now. Afraid I will bring the paths I don't want by my actions or lose the ones I do want by my mistakes. So even after 30 years of study, truth and what to do with it eludes me. 

Finally, I know I cannot answer him, and so I write.