The truth teller wakes at 2am

Then wakes me.

Anything that we avoid,

delay,

deny

Will come back to us at night

In the dark and the quiet.

In the silence

Of a darkened room

The truth teller whispers

To a sleepy head on a pillow

It only speaks once

then the brain convolutes

Discard all

But the sound of that door opening

*the field of information is vast, personal and non personal at the same time. An insight drops as easily as a coin slipping from a pocket.

Sometimes it’s a picture, just a flash of an idea. Perhaps one sentence that reverberates like a drum beat in a quiet room.

Then the brain is awake and habit and filters convolute the meaning.

I’ve learned that none of what follows matters:

Act on the insight – whoever needs help, help them.

The conversation that needs to be had. Have it.

The bill that needs paying.

The task that needs completing.

Make a note.

Act as soon as possible

Open the door. See who/what is there. Sometimes it’s a pattern in yourself.

Act.

Done.

Gone.

The truth teller has already moved on, no point calling after him.

The universe doesn’t have long rambly conversations – that’s your brain.

The message simply says “it’s going to rain”

Shut the window

But don’t get into a panic about climate change

That wasn’t the message

Instead it’s

“You’ve forgotten…”

So now you’ve recalled

“Change this…”

And you can change it all, eventually, but just begin

With this one thing.

Header photo is my road at dawn. The power poles and connections never fail to inspire me