Discernment ~ It’s a frequently used word, a subject reviewed by many.
Photo by Manki Kim
Walking among people the energies of a room, or space, can be felt. There are others eyes to look in to, there is body movement (language), there are tones of voice and facial expression. These ‘seen’ signs help us to determine whether we wish to be part of, get closer to, or repel from, what and who is there.
What happens when one is not able to see? When, after a lifetime of visual aid all of a sudden there is none? No body language, no eye connect … What happens when it is dark and you find yourself amidst many people?
The language used is often complementary, seemingly kind. After time though there will be a vile comment made … is it a slip up? Or intentional … part of the actual reality of what is.
How do the senses become honed, like a fine edge sword?
Photo by Hugues de BUYER-MIMEURE
I once lived in a forest, long, long ago. I would regularly walk in the pitch of night with my dog. I could tell the difference of a human stepping on a twig to the sound of an animal doing the same. I could hear a vehicle coming from a mile away. I could smell a rain moving in.
In this silence of the mind where senses are coming to life once more, how is one to determine what can be believed? What is true, what is manipulation, who is friend, who is foe? What, with assistance of the eyes seemed reasonable, once blinded becomes uncertain.
Who tells the truth … who is the trespasser … who takes privileges and threatens … who wishes to control?
Who seeks to bring release … who prevents serious harm … who is consistently watching, allowing your free will to be expressed, only stepping in when life is threatened?
Can you discern these things with eyes closed? Are you able to tell who is who? Can you see the hand that dips into your pocket or the fingers that clutch at your mind? Can you feel those who determine your life, your actions, are theirs to control? Can you withstand it all … are you able to walk in joy, remaining true to your commitments made before time?
Honing the senses has never been more important. Practice, practice, practice. Be patient and listen, do not come to conclusions too quickly. What seems true may turn out to be false, what seems false may turn out to be true. Study the situation, watch and listen as the story creeps in and out of truth.
This is how you’ll know … the creeping in and out of truth … for that which is of truth will never step out of it.
Truth … it is what it is to you, at whatever turn in the bend you find yourself on. I suppose the other question one might ask themselves is, “Is this really my truth, or just a passing experience, on its way to something new?”