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
