Lying is not Bad - 🐉 LKL

Me lying on Waikiki beach. Sea.. not so bad.

One day a young prince grew up in a far away European town. He wanted to be a just man and avoid wrong doing.  He ask his mother what the most important thing was for people to do.  She was distracted and did not give it much thought, but was under a lot of pain from her strained relationship.  She said, "Son, you must never ever lie.  The worst thing you can do is lie to your wife."

The little prince grew up very aware of how honest he was.  Adults were always asking him about events, they trusted him.  He thought it was because they all knew how honest he was. It seemed to him that even adults admired him. Years went by and no one ever told him truth about honesty.

In school his reputation proceeded him as honest. He prided himself on honesty, wearing it like a badge of justice. Other children never invited him when they wanted privacy.  Any nosy person could ask the prince and he will speak of all he has seen.

The prince grew up never knowing what was going on all around him. People with nefarious actions simply were strategic about being around the prince.  If they needed an alibi they simply had to be seen by the prince and their alibi stuck.

Still the prince believed he was on a noble path. Law enforcement had befriended the prince, and he spent his days with clergy, politicians, and noblemen. No one ever suggested the prince lie.  The very suggestion anyone wanted him to hold a secret would enrage the prince.  So no one told him secrets.

It came time for the prince to marry and he chose a woman of intense beauty that he had not known before. In fact he had not known a woman in any way at all, and everyone knew this.

Shortly after the marriage the husband swore to his wife he would always be truthful. He would tell her anything at all, and nothing was off topic.  Honesty was the upmost value. His wife was flattered and her husband seemed so trusting. He would never suspect anything.

Her husband did trust, since he did he also thought everyone else did, and he projected his honest behavior on everyone. However, his wife had been spending a lot of time with another friend.  It was a man friend and the prince became suspicious of their obviously poorly hidden behavior.

The man went to his wife and ask about the man.  The wife ask if it was important to him, and decided that she could not resist giving the truth to such an honest and strong man.

The woman said, "Yes husband, this man you see me with and I have been madly in love since we were 13 years old.  He is a poor man and can not provide for me as you do, yet I can not provide for you what I give him. Please do not be angry as it is only the truth."

The prince was confused.  Why did this hurt? Could it be his wife's fault? Perhaps it would not have hurt if he knew this before.  He accused his wife of withholding the information.  The pain wanted him to avenge it, but yet he could not.

He learned that resisting what is - was causing him suffering.  If he knew before, he would have hurt at any time, but he also might not have even married. The prince knew you could not build a house on a shitty foundation, it was all going to suck from here on out, he thought.

The man was fascinated with his hurt.  He wanted to figure it out.  He continued to act strong and allow his wife to take the freedoms she chose. He thought maybe if he just endures enough of it he will understand it and come to peace with it.

Still haunted with pain the wondered, "Perhaps it only hurt because I was not there?"
So one night the prince ask his wife to tell him the details. "Maybe he made it all a bigger a deal in his mind?", he thought. He ask his wife to tell of every detail.  His wife was a great story teller, and described everything as though it was happening right in front of him. This brought tears to the wife to have to share with another man she loved in detail what she could never share with him.  The prince thanked his wife for her honesty and went to sleep.

The next day the prince realized there were many holes in his wife's story.  How could she describe all the details in just a few hours from years of intimate encounters.  There must be so much more the prince thought.  He needed to know more.

This thirst to quench the young mans jealousy was killing his relationship. The more he wanted to know, the more it pained his wife. The more she spoke, the more questions he had.

The prince learned that honesty without kindness is cruelty. He was cruel wanting to know and his wife was cruel for telling. Just as truth can be sought as vengeance to cruelty, the cruelty was self inflicted.

Then he came up with another realization.  Hurt people hurt people. You can not engage people when you are hurt, or you will hurt them and the cycle will not stop.

The prince became a king eventually and learned through records of men he trusted engaged in nefarious activities.  Men that praised him on his honesty, encouraged it, used it.

In fact the wiser the king became the more lies he was able to recognize. Once he learned that lies are coming out of peoples mouths, he understood the truth by knowing the mans motivation. You won't know details, but does it really matter?  Let the man think you fell for his lies. The man will surely tell you more. Tell a man you don't believe his lies he will become a better liar.  Surely by seeing the truth you will find comfort.  Those that lie, live in torment of the truth. You can not stop men from lying to you, unless you can stop the motivation or desires of men at all.

Just because we call an asshole and asshole, does not mean that an asshole likes to be called one. In fact if you do, he will give you even more reason to call him one.

A lie is a deception, often a simple one. The lie itself has no power, without a reaction.  To judge a man for lying alone is as ridiculous as judging a scorpion for it's tail.

The Birth of a Lie - 🐉 LKL

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