Friday, June 12, 2026
The dishonest man has denied himself for so long, he wouldn’t know what he wanted if it came to him perfectly manifested. He’s an empty shell in search of love, a game of mass misunderstanding. He keeps searching for the fullness of love in the empty reflections he sees in the mirror, the reactions on the faces of others, and the stories of “yesterday” on Instagram. This “love” is transactional. It’s emotional puppetry requiring slick moves of self-betrayal and obligation.
This “love” is bereft of fulfilling truth which lies at the tender root of being, a point un-birthed in those caught in a massive game of insincerity and love of graven images.
His lies are a result of being told that “others” come first! And in this illusion, he is lost in a world of social norms, protocols, and expectations. His is a world of transaction, record keeping, score marking, and strings attached “love.” His is a hollow world of great effort to manipulate others to get what he thinks he wants – approval, accolades, smiling faces, and pats on the back. His mark of success is superficial, chased, and hoarded.
The dishonest man has yet to trust and align with the tender root. To him, this feels weak. To the honest man, its harmonic union. The honest man lives by this discipline. The dishonest man continues to wither, as the gauge of his misguided success traps him into more craving of affection and reward.
The honest man sees through this charade and breaks through like the dawning of Light. Reality, the substance behind the facade, guides softly, and shines truthfully. The substructure is soft, often painfully slow to bud, but the honest man never betrays the tender root. Once it takes hold, how could he deny it’s blossom?
He obeys himself. The dishonest man betrays himself.
The honest man doesn’t give himself away. He cannot be bought. He cannot be sold.
He’s emancipated.