If it is Held in Secret, It’s Only a Half Truth

Truth isn't hidden

By Cathy Eck

 

Secret Truth?

It was said that initiates were sworn to secrecy with strict penalties for breaking their vows.  But I question that.  Keeping the truth secret goes against the very idea of initiation, which was to remember the truth and live it.  You can’t hide something if you’re living it.

Initiates realized that everyone was born with the truth inside.  To hide the truth, you must cover it with beliefs or knowledge; and initiates had no need for beliefs or knowledge.

 

Where Did the Truth Go?

The truth didn’t go anywhere; it got covered up.  People who wanted power often entered secret brotherhoods and learned an occult view of life, which has become the normal view of life (or the illusion).  These brotherhoods were NOT creating initiates, but they called themselves initiates.  Hence, the confusion.  Initiation literally means to take one back to who they were in the beginning, their True Self.  The occult teachings created a facade that looked much like a True Self.  The occult thought they had the truth, and still do; but they were and still are jealous and fearful of the true initiates’ real power.

The occult memorized the initiates’ unified words of truth (and their stories) without letting go of the false beliefs in sin, suffering, and problems that they already held in mind.  This turned pure wisdom into useless knowledge (or manure into an iced cream sundae).  To the innocent, the occult looked like initiates.  But the occult cast a long shadow because of their split minds.

This is how level confusion was created.  Level confusion is where we put truth into the illusion, or where we muddy the clear waters of truth by giving it an opposite.  The triangle process demonstrates that truth and the false illusion are two distinct levels of reality.  Confusion occurs when we mix these levels.  This is being done today by most teachers of spirituality and religion; and many innocent people are being fooled.  When we follow someone with level confusion, we get level confusion.

The occult version of the truth was made secret; and of course, people want secrets.  The occult taught things like thinking positive thoughts, the use of magic, visualization, and controlling or willing the mind.  But they didn’t know how to purify the mind — only true initiates knew and taught that.

The occult only had power because of the use of roles.  The good, positive, unemotional side of the occult secret information was  identified with the powerful masculine roles, which were played by those in the occult brotherhoods and religions.  The bad, emotional, negative, or lesser desired side of the illusion, was projected on those playing feminine roles, or everyone else.  The occult also used a lot of power words and symbols, which they claimed had magical power.   Their symbols and beliefs were charged by the innocent believers.  Without believers, symbols and beliefs are empty and worthless.  Initiates didn’t use symbols, nor did they have beliefs, but they often used metaphor in their stories.

 

Finding the Truth Within

To write my first blog article years ago, I had to confront what seemed like an unending fear of the illusion, the occult, and those with power; it took a lot of letting go.  I felt as if I held the entire history of people being tortured, humiliated, or killed for exposing the occult with in my own mind and body.  Today conspiracy theorists and comedians are exposing the occult.  They tend to be people who feel the incongruence of the false leaders; they know something is off.

Of course, I also expose the occult; but I add letting go, which is the way back to the pure view of the initiates.  In order to succeed at initiation, we must become stronger than our minds, expose our own false beliefs, and let them go.  The occult simply use techniques to change their minds.  When we expose and let go of our own false beliefs, we gain in true strength and power; only then can we see through the illusion to freedom.

At one point, I believed that I needed to find the truth in a secret organization.  But my True Self fortunately thought ahead.  I realized that if I got the truth from such an organization, assuming they even had it, I’d be sworn to secrecy.  I also didn’t see (or I should say feel) the type of people I was looking for coming out of those organizations.  Besides, I didn’t just want the secrets for me;  I wanted them for everyone.  In hindsight, I made a very good decision.

The reason I can be so blunt and confident is because I earned what I write about by letting go.  I found the truth inside of me as was done in the true temples of initiation through mentorship.  I write to provide others with validation and techniques for letting go, not to provide information to memorize or use to look knowledgeable.  I can’t emphasize this enough.  If you’re still seeing an opposite to your truth, let go of that which you think is the truth because it isn’t.  It’s a occult clone voice.

 

No Secrets

After years of letting go,  I know that true initiates didn’t keep secrets.  Therefore, all secret information is occult; and you don’t need it or want it.  It’s worthless knowledge.  Knowledge is good for unimportant stuff like learning to type or how to make a chair.  But even the best knowledge can’t be magically turned into wisdom and truth.

The initiates didn’t have to keep anything secret; I’ve followed in their footsteps.  You get more of whatever you live and give.   When you give occult bullshit or half truths, you get more bullshit.  When I give away what I’ve come to know, more comes — just like a steady paycheck.  Much as I try, I can’t give it away as fast as it comes.  But I keep trying because the reward is so damn sweet!

 

Synchronicity or Validation? That is the Answer

Synchronicity or validation

By Cathy Eck

 

Holy Shit… My Life is on Stage

Last weekend, I bought some cheap tickets to a play at the La Jolla Playhouse.  I didn’t have a clue what the play was about.

It was called “The Who & The What.”  Obviously, the title didn’t offer any clues.  Turned out, the play was about a Muslim woman who was writing a novel about Mohammed as an ordinary seeker with a charismatic personality, rather than a prophet.  Her Mohammed had doubts about Christianity, got some answers via automatic writing, and even wondered himself if his answers were true.  He battled his own shortcomings; and like any seeker, he didn’t know truth from falsehood.

I suddenly felt as if I were watching my life on stage.  She spent four years writing her book… it was nearly twenty years ago that I first opened a word document for a book that I’ve not published.  Her family was horrified with what she was doing… been there too.  She argued that she loved to write and this was what she cared about… so did I.  Her family told her to use her writing ability on something else.  So did mine.  Quite frankly, the actress even looked like me with shorter hair.  It was easy for me to over-identify with her character.  It looked like pure synchronicity.

 

Synchronicity

I couldn’t wait to find out what happened to her as if she held my future in her hands.  I promise, I’ll tell you the ending later.  But first let’s talk about synchronicity.

I was very much into synchronicity in my old life.  I used divination tools to make choices. I even doused to find the well location for my previous country home.  I often looked for signs and symbols to show me the way, and I was delighted when I saw those interesting number patterns.  It happened frequently.  But one day, the magic stopped; I couldn’t understand why.

It took awhile to realize that synchronicity had morphed into something new.  For most people, synchronicity is about following outer signs and clues as if they’re looking for a lost treasure.  That makes good movies, but it doesn’t lead us to freedom.  It also generates excitement (which is an emotion); the illusion counts on us following our emotions.  Following emotion pulls us right to false desires.  False desires always come with hidden problems.  In addition, we’re never satiated because our true desires go unfulfilled.  We must give up the false to get the true; and hardly anyone is willing to do that.

 

Freedom

I wanted freedom.  I wanted to be my True Self.  I now understood that the world was the reflection of my OWN mind.  The True Self plus beliefs equals our reality.  Therefore, if I corrected my mind on any subject, by letting go, results or validation showed up in my life, my body, or my world.  After the internal change, came the external change.  It made sense.  It was exactly how life should be because it is inherently fair to everyone.   True synchronicity is a validation system, not a guidance system.

I now knew how to live the way cause and effect was designed.  To find the truth about anything, I’d let go; then I’d find the validation that proved I’d slain the false dragon.

After this discovery, I wasn’t interested in psychic readings, divination tools, or manifestation courses anymore.  I didn’t need more beliefs.  I had all the answers I needed inside of me.  Sadly, I looked arrogant and wrong to others.  How dare I to know my own answers?  They had no way to “serve” me.  Holy shit, I realized that all those people that appeared to be helping me actually thrived on fixing me.

Causes aren’t outside; they’re always inside our minds.  So why in hell would we think that our answers are outside of us?  Probably because we’re taught that God is outside — the false God is outside in the form of authority figures.  As we move to freedom, we know we’re the creators of our life.  We don’t listen to other people’s false advice — sometimes that pisses them off.

 

The Not-So-Happy Ending

In the play, the protagonist tried to ignore the hatred (disguised as caring) from her family, but she couldn’t; she didn’t know how to let go.  She musters up enough willpower to find a publisher, but her book doesn’t sell.  I was still watching my story.  Most garden club blogs have more readers than I do today.

As the play ended, I felt angry because the main character listened to her family’s worthless advice.  She decided that they knew best.  She gave up.  One should not expose Mohammed as normal.

I started walking home.  As I let my thoughts go, I realized that woman was me when I started writing this blog.  But she’s also me every time I expose a little more of the status quo as impotent and false.  Fear always arises to tell me that the illusory dragon is just too fierce.  It doesn’t get easier because I’m tackling different subjects.  Each time, I must let go, write what I’m inspired to write, and then the validation comes.  Writing isn’t my purpose; writing creates a reason to find courage and to test my ability to let go.

The growth of this freedom-loving community has been organic.  I don’t market, so the people who read my blog and participate in my mentorship program are truly the cream of the crop.  They’re here to receive validation for what they already know to be true.  When we stop looking for synchronicity as guidance, we become synchronicity as validation for others on their way out.  I’m grateful for the life that has unfolded as I’ve continued to write about what makes life worthwhile for me — initiation and freedom.  I wish I could tell that Muslim woman what she’s missing.  I wish I could help her let go so she could see that she was right.