Our bathroom mirror reflects our exterior, or superficial image which we use to demonstrate to the world...this is who we are.
Being true to oneself is never the result of being the person who projects an image that presumes to be who we are not, so as to reap the benefits of being false.
Oscar Wilde established a habit of getting to the heart of the matter when inviting his readers to look beyond the image of the character that he was depicting to speak to the easy willingness of many to deny their true self, fearing that revealing their vulnerable inner self would deny them acceptance in so called decent social circles.
“I love acting. It is so much more real than life.” ~ Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Becoming true to who we know we are is a life long process of shedding the layers of corrosion accumulated to protect us from all that our shadow self imposes upon us as if to say, that we are all that we appear to be.
Knowing who we are, and becoming that person requires each of us to put out into the deep, trusting in the encouragement that our interior life provides for us to fulfil Our Father's plan, to set us free from our self imposed incarceration in a cell of make believe.
Self deception is the result of believing that our image is calculated to become the person we should like to become, while not understanding that our false self is never at ease with our true self concealed behind the mask that deceives.
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.~John 8:36
Most don’t trust that rebirth will follow the death of what we thought we knew and understood, for social engineering engages us to believe in everything that our senses inform us is reality, and discard all else as the fantasies of the imagination.
Unmasking to become, who we are becoming, is a risky decision, for it can lead us to facing the truth of who we will become.
My favourite Lebanese poet uses metaphorical language to inform us that the sun (The Son) is The Light that sets us free, to live in freedom to become true to who we really are.
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.~Khalil Gibran
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