The closet has a glass door.

Thursday, March 13, 2025

Even though the ego seems partial, it’s a transparency through which the wholeness of Truth leeks. There are no secrets, private thoughts, white lies, or unnoticed cheating. Every secret you keep (to yourself) reveals your coverup. In the body language, the countenance, and the energy, truth prevails. If you think you’re keeping a secret, the closet has a glass door.

Everyone knows uncle Joe is gay, and his “friend and roommate” Frank is his lover. But we play along with uncle Joe’s inner delusion. When we introduce Frank to everyone, that’s uncle Joe’s “friend.” We don’t want to spill the beans. Everyone knows the truth, but we play along with Joe’s “internal” secret. Everyone knows Mr. Phillips, the high school football coach, wears a toupee, but we just play along. We conspire with his internal lie, never telling Mr. Phillips, “I love your hairdo, Mr. Phillips! Did you just get a haircut?” We all know aunt Nelly eats herself into a glutton frenzy every night – Oreo’s, Doritos, and French fries galore; but when she orders a spinach salad and iced water at lunch, we play along with her “glandular” weight problem.

We see through the performance. The Emperor has no clothes. He’s hallucinating and thinks his secret is “well hidden,” as his tiny penis parades through town. He wishes to remain in the closet and we indulge “as if” we don’t know. As if you can keep a secret. The deeper your secret, the more you give yourself away. The plastic surgery, the running, the suspicion, the “busyness,” all give you away. Truth can’t hide behind transparency. We always spill the beans with our guilt. Nice toupee, Mr. Phillips. But we all know your so-called secret. We’re just playing along until you realize it too.