Lies, Damn Lies

Over the years, I gradually discovered that I live in a world of deception. Perhaps you have noticed too — it seems we all do it, to one degree or another. Frankly, we’re all a bunch of pretenders. We make stuff up to suit our whims, or tell people stories that never happened, or even make promises which we never intend to fulfill. Sometimes we even start our sentences with the phrase “to be honest”, as if we are about to deviate from our usual practice of fibbing.

Occasionally a recording of a stranger’s voice dials my telephone answering machine, promising in glowing terms that it will look after my best interests. Somehow, this is not comforting. I know it is a pre-recorded voice, and typically from a politician at that, especially during the voting season. Even if there was not a single person left in the world, like the empty city of San Francisco that Gregory Peck found in “On the Beach”, it would probably continue passing on its recorded assurances regardless, at least until its power source failed.

Perhaps our power source is failing too, since people these days often talk about being “disempowered”. We send messages to each other over the social media, encouraging each other to “take back our power”. It seems that some of us have absconded with the power that once belonged to others of us! What’s going on with that? Is it one of those right hand/left hand deals, or just another story we make up to account for our inability to get what we want, when we want it? After all, look how common it is now to blame someone else when we don’t like the way things are going. The lawyers have created a whole industry out of it. God forbid we look in our own mirror!

These days, billions of dollars are spent by liars on TV advertisements trying to convince the masses that their opponents are liars. It seems like kind of a waste of money, since everyone knows deep down that they’re all lying – it’s what they do. It’s what we all do. We pretend we are separate from each other, from nature, from whatever is perceived as “not me”. Then we get fearful – maybe they’ll drop the big one, or take our guns and money away! We fill our air, food, and water with toxins and then conveniently avoid mentioning it in “the news”. We would rather hear about So & So’s sex life, than about the recent casualties from our relentless bombing campaigns, or the people we are shoving aside so we can run our oil pipelines through their lands and under their rivers.

Oh, I could certainly go on enumerating the lies, but let’s face it, we don’t want to hear it. It can be quite disturbing, when and if we really start peeling back the veil which we have pulled down over our own eyes. No, we would rather sell ourselves some comforting beliefs, perhaps that God or the Government is going to make it all work out just fine. We would rather not be troubled about things which we have been told we have no control over, and so we keep putting liars in charge of our lives who promise in their pre-recorded messages that they will be looking after our best interests. All the while, we conveniently forget that the easiest person to convince is another salesperson. Yes, step right up, Folks!



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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