When you are truly looking for truth you must be prepared for awfully big disappointments. You see through things. Things that you did believe in. When you seek truth you have to be honest with yourself. “I want to know so much of that but nothing else that will scare me” that is not seeking truth. You can’t be selective about truth, it doesn’t work that way. Truth doesn’t come packaged for you, it’s raw. It can be cruel. How many folk at the bottom go along with a system that’s corrupt for personal survivability and self-gain? Meaning their pay check. The only true freedom in this world is the freedom to have your own thoughts. “I’ve got all the facts here if I just show it to other people they will suddenly wake up and be the same as me.” No they won’t. When you are doing a journey, do it for yourself and when you are doing it for yourself, don’t be arrogant about it. Understand that it is only by a quirk of nature, a fluke, that perhaps you’d be the same as them. The world we live in is very deceptive. Most folk adapt into it without ever questioning. The idea of having a say and having freedoms is really absent with those who are hold enough to join the military and all they see and hear is about terrorism without ever having known a life without that word. To them it is normal. You can normalize anything when so many professional think tanks are dealing with your reality. Most folk only want the truth they already believe in. There is no point in arguing about things to a closed mind. The wise man knows. So freedom is for yourself.
I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny.
I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others,
Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock,
The smaller in size I became.
I didn’t understand why I wasn’t feeling larger instead of smaller.
I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all –
To show us the way, not to make us feel lost,
Up against the odds,
In a devilish game partitioned by
An invisible wall.
Then the next morning,
A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began
Spreading its yolk over the horizon.
It remained perched for a long time,
Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind,
‘The world you are in –
Is the true hell.
The journey to Truth itself
Is what quickens the heart to become lighter.
The lighter the heart, the purer it is.
The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes.
And the heavier the heart,
The more chained to this hell
It will remain.’
And just like that, it flew off towards the sun,
Leaving behind a tiny feather.
So I picked it up,
And fastened it to a toothpick,
To dip into ink
And write my name.
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem