Once a baby was born, very different from what her parents expected. They wanted a boy and instead they got a girl. They were sure the Gods would grace them with a boy and it disappointed them deeply so they gave her a name that no one ever had before, they called her Lie.Whenever her parents would say her name others would see disappointment in their eyes. It pained them to say their own child's name so everyone began to associate Lie with pain and sorrow. They tried not to speak of her. Every avoidance was given to avoid telling anyone of their Lie. Men chastised other men for bringing her up. Lie could not help that she was not what her parents wanted. She wanted to have their approval so bad, she wanted to do something for them. Something that would ease their suffering.
One night as Lie lay in her bed, Illusion came to her. Illusion was beautiful, she floated like a fairy and seemed to shed disappearing glitter. "Please, do not be afraid, I mean you no harm." said the fairy.
Lie replied, "I'm no good. I am a tool of the Gods to hurt my parents!"
Illusion spoke, "How can you say you are bad because your parents can't accept you? If they did, they would be amazed, lest every truth be bad, every thing that obstructs any perception be cursed, and every corner that protects and gives shelter be damned. Remain beautiful my lie, someday they will see through their own deception of resisting what is."
Then she ask Lie, "Is it not the truth if I tell you to open your eyes and see what is real, and be comforted?"
Lie paused for a moment, and replied, "Of course, the eyes believe themselves and the ears believe other people."
Illusion said, "Yes, it is as you see it, but to a blind man this would be a lie."
It dawned to Lie that she does not need to feel guilty. It is not her fault. Perhaps she can help, perhaps she can not. Her parents had loved their expectation, more than the truth - the very blessing they called a Lie.
Lie woke up the next morning feeling good. Hope that truth can one day conquer her parents suffering, if they could just open their eyes and touch her, feel her, and understand she is as real as anyone can be, she would give them a hug. She was excited and wanted to tell everyone about Illusion, but no one would believe she saw an illusion.
A few days went by as Lie started to act more confident, she walked as though she had a purpose. Her parents saw her heading out into the field to play fetch with the dog. "The sunlight will do her some good." the mother remarked.
About a week later Lie was helping out around the house. One day, after an enjoyable afternoon helping her father on the farm, she ask her father to play catch with her. It took time, but eventually surrounding himself with Lie helped him to understand her more. He didn't know if he liked her more, but understanding she is always around gives him comfort. It was definitely not their own fault she was a girl. They knew very well how bad they had wished it not to be.
Years went by and Lie was known well by everyone. Her own presentation of herself changed and she was beautiful. Lie had lots of little children. Lie knew that it took time to understand a lie, but we should never discard the lie before we see the truth. Lie lived a long life, and when she died she became an illusion herself.
Even today you will hear men talk about her. Her legend is spoken too many times to count. Men meet their death for Lie. They kill, suffer, and cut others debating her existence. In fact Lie is about the most common reason anyone knows for going to war. Everyone talks about her, and to live your life as someone you are not is commonly referred to as, "Living a Lie."
We seek Illusion to give us mercy from the truth. Mercy from punishment we receive from ourselves, for the world, as it is, not being our own illusion.
~ 🐉 LKL
