Liars- By William Samuel

Excerpt from The Awareness of Self-Discovery page 185 to 187

About Liars By William Samuel

Youth is calling for honesty. Honest actions. Honesty is coming into focus, called to our attention by the apparent dishonesties at every point on the human scene.

I knew a woman who was driving herself insane over her husband's and daughter's proclivity for lying. "They lie about everything," she told me in great anguish, "Jack is an inveterate, congenital liar who can't tell the truth even when he tries and Jane is getting just like him. He lies to me about his business and where he goes and what he does. He lies about everything. Now, Jane is following in his footsteps and it is just killing me. I'm going out of my mind. His lying is destroying this marriage and me with it."

A word is a word is a word. A word cannot be Truth itself, but, at the very most, only a statement about Truth. Truth is being words, but words are not, and cannot be, all there is to truth. Therefore, all words are relative and cannot be the Absolute itself. Despite the world court's demand for us to be truthful, words cannot be "the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth" no matter what they say nor who says them. Never.

Generally speaking, we know this is so. For instance, we know when someone is talking about death that the words are about an illusion and "above and beyond" those words there is an eternal Life. We know when we are called on for "help" that the declarations of woe, want, pain or anguish have little to do with the REAL. People say, "I seem to be unhappy but I know it really isn't how it seems. Will you help me see the real?" or words to that effect.

Behind the appearance of the tangible "thing" stands the ineffable, nameless, wordless, intangible Isness being the "thing." Behind every tangible word, written or spoken, stands the same Isness--an Isness considerably more than a personal determination of "honest" or "dishonest."

So, the lady began to listen for the truth which lay behind her family's words. She knew that Truth was changeless, perfect, non-destructive and incapable of destroying "Home." Then she saw the wonders that came from eliminating the labels she had hung on her own sense of husband and daughter. She saw the glory of forgiveness. "If there is Truth behind the sound of the words," she told me, "there is Truth behind the appearance of husband, no matter how he acts or what he says. Now it is up to me to choose which husband is real: the symbol or that for which the symbol stands."

And, with remarkable strength, she did this, even while the appearance of a human husband went on lying through its teeth. The "healing" presented itself. Most of us want the proof of the Real before we are willing to acknowledge the totality of the Real--and, of course, it doesn't work that way.

On the human scene, the anguish of "lying" stems from the power we give what we call lies to hurt us or damage our own sense of self. If the word coming from the image "out there" doesn't correspond with our idea of what that image should say (or write) then we want to blame the image for our own refusal to see it perfectly. Not our inability to see it perfectly--our refusal to!

The liar is never out there. The liar is the one who says an out there is botched and capable of hurting this perfect Here and Now.

While this is a true story, suppose I make an analogy to point out just how strong and courageous this woman's actions were--how difficult --how contrary to the world's way of doing--and how these actions appear absolutely insane to the world, and why one is so reluctant to act on them. Perhaps this illustration will make clear some of the paradox of Metaphysics.

The Illustration of the Bank Robber

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