Truth was in love with Reality, but Reality, as usually, ignored her. Because of this, Truth felt lonely, although accompanied by words, emotions and descriptions. But one day, Reality needed Truth. He asked, “If we are the reflection of each other, who is the mirror?” Is there someone who holds a double mirror between us, are we together in front of it or behind it?
Truth had only thought about the question of “Who is Who”, these deeper questions came to her by surprise, as it usually does; Reality comes with it…
Truth thought at first glance that the mirror would be Deception, but she didn't want to sound so negative, so she called it Illusion.
Reality responded; “You and your mirages are too changeable, I, however, am neutral. Truth wanted to see its reflection, to verify its momentary definitions of existence. Reality said that Life and Death are both existing in Truth and in Reality, that they are not synonymous to it. Truth wondered if perhaps Eternity did not belong to her, that only Reality had this power…at the end, if Truth dies, Reality still exists, but it Reality dies, there is no Truth, or maybe Truth will then observe herself, and be the subject and the observer…Consciousness…and if Truth creates Reality, and Truth decides never to die, then they both have Eternity. With the mirror so near her face, she had forgotten about these questions. By recognising her mistakes and accepting the beauty of unanswered questions, she came much closer to Reality, admitting not wanting to be in his shoes, because she, being Truth, had the gift of contemplating, detecting and creating Beauty. If Reality does not have these qualities indirectly, he cannot see himself reflected in a mirror and doesn’t need to either. So, the initial question was perhaps just to shake her rusty convictions, which were reflected back and forth in the mirror, the same way as Fear forms Beliefs and Beliefs form Fear. And Fear lives in the Future, where Truth cannot be. Communicating directly with oneself, stripped of Fear, there is no belief but deep Wisdom; the antidote to Fear.
Thus she realised that the Mirror is Ignorance, a veil, hatred, an inferiority complex, but also Introspection, another point of view, Desire, a Bounce between the Inside and the Outside. So the mirror is neither good nor bad, it is neutral like Reality. If one looks into the mirror, knowing that it is a Mirror, it is not bad, nor is it bad if the mirror does not occupy all the Space or Time. Consciousness and Balance are thus linked. Then, the Mirror, realising that it worked as a Balance, asked if she was necessary. The answer depends on the moment, like Truth changes over time, perhaps, the Mirror is only necessary until the moment one realises she is not necessary anymore.
“All of this is so Complex”, she sighed..I want to reach the conclusion that encompasses everything, but then it would be an end point, which is not matchable with our eternal state. Therefore I should not reach the conclusion that annuls all the unknowns of all time. In that case, if there were a conclusion that could stand to everything possible, it would be likeInfinity in the Eternity of the Universe, and so Wisdom would not en either, it would be Infinite and Eternal as it is. So, what do I do on a daily basis, if I already know there is no end? Self-deception is task of the Mirror, not of Truth. Whoever lives, creates Truth, but who he is, who lives it, is real. So Reality, which holds the Mirror up to Truth, also finds its reflection inside Truth.
With its desire to be worthwhile, with its virtue of creation,Truth felt it wanted to influence Reality with its Beauty. This way, the complexity of Existence would spiral upwards, because os her influence. But influencing sounds like power and pride. So she dropped the I and the N, and was just “fluencing”, flowing with Beauty. She felt more and more an direct connection with everything. Then Reality, sensing its attunement, took her hand, and at that very instant, Love, overwhelming and multi-dimensional made the mirror melted; the Beauty in both, needed no further confirmation. The need to comparison disappears, under the blessing of Love. And at that instant, the melted mirror, became a Beautiful Puddle of Rain.
Sharmini Tharmaratnam, 1st of September 2024
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