The First Wedge of Truth

September 22, 2021

If I were a “normie,” and not ready for someone else’s version of truth, what would I do when confronted with certain unpalatable facts?

If, however, I were even a smidge open to hearing unpalatable facts, how might I respond?

I suspect two very different reactions could occur. Whatever that might be—denial of irrefutable facts, clinging to whatever makes that person feel safe; or a cautious willingness to consider non-mainstream information—that reaction, we must trust, is absolutely perfect for that individual at that moment.

What’s hard for me is determining if the person falls into Column A or Column B. Completely closed off, or willing to listen.

Further complicating matters is that the unwilling person might become willing the next time someone mentions unpalatable facts…simply because I relayed those facts a day ago or a month ago, and drove the first wedge into the indoctrinated habit of not-listening to things we don’t want to hear.

For me, this means that when I get an opportunity, assuming it’s organic to the conversation, I endeavor to insert the tip of a wedge of truth. Whether I think they’re amenable to hearing, or not.

How do we know what will pique a person’s interest and awaken their curiosity? I have no idea why some people jump on the alternative bandwagon with unbridled enthusiasm, and others follow after it for weeks or months, still contemplating climbing on board.

It took me literally decades to arrive where I am, willing to believe (almost) anything I hear about those who oppress and try to control humanity. Of course they’re trying to kill us! Of course they unleashed two massive bioweapons on humanity (first Covid, and then its “cure”). Those notions mesh perfectly with my reality. 

Not my friend’s reality, or my neighbor’s, or the person I’m chatting with at the store. But if there’s an inkling that they might not be completely taken in by the smokescreens of mainstream and social media…I’ve got a few facts I’d love to share.

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My willingness to be town crier for (my version of) truth varies widely moment to moment. Sometimes it’s so heartbreaking to contemplate the massive numbers of people eagerly getting shot with a “vaccine” that is a contradiction in terms, I can barely drag myself out of bed. Forget being a beacon of light and ray of hope.

I’m also developing the habit of checking in with my body, literally asking, “Can I do this now?” when contemplating some energy-using activity. To my great chagrin, the answer I frequently get is, “Not now. Rest.”

There are many, many days when I know perfectly well my body wants to rest, and for a variety of reasons, I can’t fully honor that request.

On those kinds of days, I’ll go out of my way to avoid, not invite, conversations that become opportunities for sharing opposing truths between people. 

Because it would certainly be impolite and counterproductive to insist on blaring my truth without being absolutely willing to respectfully listen to their truth.

And some days, their version of truth seems so bizarre I just won’t subject myself to hearing all about it. 

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As with many things, this exchange of information between incompatible viewpoints is best approached with the finest discernment and the most loving, open heart we can manage.

Because nobody wants to hear the town crier bellowing in their ear at full volume.

Better by far to sing our truths sweetly and gently, an invitation, not an assault. And remember always that truths are, first and foremost, individual. 

Changeable, too. And thank goodness, or we’d likely never grow.