Can We Identify a True Self by Appearance?

The initiate's body

By Cathy Eck


In a culture where good looks are like a get-out-of-jail free card, it is natural to wonder how letting go will impact our body.  Lester Levinson, an American who reached the state of freedom, said that people who once looked beautiful suddenly looked plastic and ugly ducklings became beautiful swans.  More and more, I have glimpses of what he was saying.


Edgar Cayce and the True Self

About twenty years ago, I was doing research in the library at the Association for Research and Enlightenment (Edgar Cayce’s Organization), which is said to be the second largest metaphysical library in the world, after the Vatican.

Edgar Cayce was called the sleeping prophet.  He could place himself into a hypnotic state and answer questions.  He did over 14,000 readings.  I became very interested in Cayce’s work since he did many readings on ancient Egypt providing useful clues for my initiation research.  Often, while flipping through his readings, I would uncover little Cayce tidbits that inspired me to dig deeper into my own mind.  This was one of them.

Cayce had a study group that he was very close to.  At one point, he gave a reading that the group found so beautiful that their eyes teared, their minds went silent, and they experienced what Cayce called attunement.  In the language of initiation, their True Self was revealed.  When that happened, Cayce said he saw who they really were, and the difference was so great that he had to go collect himself.  Obviously, his false self came back into control; his True Self wouldn’t have felt the need for collection.


George’s True Self Shines

Shortly after reading this, I was trying to deal with a client who was very angry with my programmer.  While I knew the problem wasn’t serious and could easily be fixed, the client didn’t see it that way.  I brought my programmer and my trainer on this particular job into my office, and we called the client.

Now I must tell you something about George, my programmer.  He was a super nerd.  His clothes didn’t match, he had gigantic glasses, and he only showed signs of emotion when he talked about his toy soldier collection.

I dialed the phone and held my breath ready to be attacked.   As the client said, “Hello,” George raised his hand toward me and whispered, “Cathy, I’ve got this handled.”  As George masterfully alleviated the client’s concern and turned him from a raging bull into a puppy dog, I watched my eyes do something crazy.  I saw George’s True Self, and he was outrageously handsome.  He completely morphed before my eyes.

As the call ended, George went back to super nerd.  I never told him what I saw.  But I now understood why we are so drawn to beauty.  Before the illusion was masterminded, beauty meant that you were pure and could be trusted.  But then the illusion introduced the notion that beauty on the inside meant ugly on the outside and vice versa.  Now we can’t tell a book by its cover, and we are often tricked by false beauty.


True Self Versus False Self

I’ve learned a lot about the True Self since that time in my life.  It never goes away; it just gets covered up with the false self (a huge complex of beliefs and memories).  So the potential to return to true beauty is as great as our potential to return to our True Self.

Once we accept beliefs, we begin to see proof of them.  Eventually, we relabel our beliefs as the truth, and the false self takes charge.  The false self views life as unsafe and beyond our control, so it creates an army to fight off the enemy or a camouflage of good to protect its body.

In order to free our True Self and its body temple, we have to eliminate the army or the camouflage.  But we aren’t going to do this if we can’t let go of our beliefs.  We fear that we’ll die if we don’t have our protection.  We don’t realize that our beliefs project out our enemies; so our persona is only fighting our own false self.  Our false mind tells us that we have nothing to gain by letting go and everything to lose.  Most people believe the false mind; and work toward perfection of their persona.  Some personas are almost perfect clones of the True Self.  We can only tell the difference because the True Self has no enemies to battle.

The ancient initiates were described as beautiful and eternally youthful people.  But it was not because they had great personas, good genes, fine plastic surgeons, or an incredible workout routine.  It was because they were completely pure in mind.  They didn’t have any beliefs so they didn’t need a persona.


Can We Return to the True Self Body?

Cayce told his group that it was possible, but unlikely, to perfect their bodies in this lifetime.  However, he provided another clue that supported the body as a Temple theory.  He said that spirit is our life force, mind builds on that life force, and the physical is merely the effect.  This matches what the initiates taught.  First, they avoided fixing effects.  Second, they let go of the beliefs in their mind.  They didn’t just let go of some of them; they let go of all of them.  Then they let their spirit shine through.  This is why people painted the initiates with a glow around their body and head and called them Gods.

My favorite story as a child was the ugly ducking; I hoped it was true and that one day I’d be a swan.  I didn’t understand the story back then, but I loved it.  And as my journey has progressed, I understand why.


Ugly Ducking


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8 thoughts on “Can We Identify a True Self by Appearance?

  1. Thea says:

    “The ancient initiates were described as beautiful and eternally youthful people. But it was not because they had great personas, good genes, fine plastic surgeons, or an incredible workout routine. It was because they were completely pure in mind. They didn’t have any beliefs so they didn’t need a persona.”

    I remember being told directly and indirectly that my value as a human being who’s deserving of love is ultimately dependent on whether or not I am perceived as “beautiful”.

    Naturally as a human being, I didn’t fit into whatever human hybrid fetish the media was advertising. Now all of these beliefs rose to the surface. “I’m ugly”; “no one will ever love me”.

    So I tried to fix this perceived problem like most girls do, by aspiring to the beauty standard. I didn’t last very long. I couldn’t stand all of the maintenance. Most of all, I hated all of the sudden nitpicking I did every time I saw myself in a mirror. I started to hate everything about my appearance.

    Suddenly my nose was too big, my lips weren’t pouty enough, my hair was too nappy and short, my eyes weren’t big enough, I hated my plain, shit brown eye color, my eyelashes weren’t long enough, my cheek bones weren’t high enough, my neck wasn’t long and graceful enough, my shoulders were too broad.

    Then came puberty, and now according to the almighty media, the hair on my head wasn’t the only hair I had had to worry about. Now I had to start shaving, lest people think I’m an unhygienic, manly beast. Problem was, I didn’t like shaving, and even if I did, I would want to shave because I wanted to, not because everyone else wanted me to.

    The fact that boys could walk around carefree with their body hair is what pissed me off the most. Apparently, embracing one’s natural body was strictly a man’s right. Women however, have to be magical pixie creatures with skin as smooth as a baby’s cheeks. The hypocrisy!

    I’m getting sick of feeling like I have to constantly walk on eggshells when it comes to my appearance. When did my body become public property?

    One night while I was lying in bed, trying to give myself reasons to love my body for once, I started thinking about the amazing things it can do. Compared to all the horrible things happening to people’s bodies every day, it seemed like a miracle that I was alive, let alone that I had all of my limbs and organs intact. I rested my hand on my chest, and when I felt my heart beat I started to cry.

    This body moves, it breathes, it sees, it feels, it tastes, it hears, it speaks, it dances, it sings; most of all it creates! What is there to hate about this body? Absolutely nothing!

    My body is just that, MY body. I’m not killing anyone by not following the current standard of beauty. I have to keep reminding myself that these people don’t know true beauty, they were raised to emulate and be attracted to false beauty. Their body insecurities and criticisms should be theirs and theirs alone to deal with.

    The only reason someone’s disapproving opinion of my appearance bothers me, is because somewhere in my mind, I must still believe them. That’s what I have to realize for myself, no one inherently has the power to make me feel bad about myself in any way, shape or form; I give them the power to make me feel that way.

    What annoys me is that even knowing all of this, I still feel like I need everyone else’s perspective to change in order for me to be free.

    The triangle process finally hit home for me. Of course they would try and project their illusion of “Ugly” unto me, that way they could be the illusion of “pretty”. I have to keep reminding myself that the illusion is a game where people scramble to stay on the positive side of the coin while projecting the negative side onto others.

    True beauty has no opposite, we were all born beautiful. I wish I believed that right now.
    I want to be able to embody these words and be comfortable in my own skin.

    • Cathy says:

      OMG Tia, This is one beautiful comment. You speak for all women. I can’t add much to it; you are right on it by using the triangle process. You can’t have false pretty in the world unless you make others who are beautiful feel ugly. Years ago I heard a voice in my mind say, “Would you rather be beautiful on the inside or outside?” Without hesitation, I answered. “Inside.” It seemed as if my body started to get ugly that day, and I was so sad. Of course, I wanted inner beauty, but did that mean I had to be ugly on the outside. According to the illusion, that would be true. But it isn’t true. The initiates knew that what is inside becomes what is outside. But we have to keep letting go of the standards that come at us until we no longer believe them. People don’t realize that they are not creating their bodies, nor are their genetics. They are creating them with every thought. I now live in a strange in between place. I don’t look the same any two days in the row. And I know I don’t yet look like myself yet either. I see myself clearly in my mind and in my dreams. So I’ll know when I get there. But there are a lot of beliefs to plow through to make that leap — the illusion doesn’t want us to know this.

      Here is what I do. I watch some television or videos and notice how my mind makes others pretty and me ugly. OI let go that they are pretty. Oddly, they often start to look plastic or fake. Or as you mentioned, I look in the mirror and notice how I judge myself, and I catch it when I can. Often it’s hard to catch, it sounds too normal.

      Last night I watched a taped show of Jimmy Fallon with Chris Christy dancing. Jimmy Fallon of course looked great, but my eyes were on Chris Christy — he’s a damn good dancer and somehow his round shape made him more interesting to watch. I felt that his body was serving him in some way that Jimmy Fallon would ever know. And it would be perfect if doctors would shut up, and thin people would stop projecting their fat fears on him. He strangely looked perfect and handsome. And he was so funny.

      Sadly I see this more and more. Someone is just perfect even insanely beautiful in my eyes, but they don’t know it because their minds is filled with false standards.

      So you are on to this and leading the way my dear friend. Thank you for writing. Love, Cathy

      • Thea says:

         “I now live in a strange in between place. I don’t look the same any two days in the row. And I know I don’t yet look like myself yet either.”

        Yes! OMG I thought I was losing my mind! I always feel like my face looks different each time I look in the mirror.

        My face can range from
        to “eugh! What the hell happened!?”
        to “oh that is just sad”
        to “who the hell is that!?”

        “I see myself clearly in my mind and in my dreams.”

        Wow, I don’t know if I’ve ever had that experience. If you don’t mind me asking, how do you see yourself in your mind? To have such a clear view of who you are supposed to be sounds amazing.

        Thank you for the book recommendation, i’ll definitely look for it and give it a read. I am glad that I was able to touch people with what I write.

        I would love to continue writing like this and inspiring other people like you inspire me. To let people know that they are not alone and that there are others out there who want more out of life too. That there is a way out.

        I’ve been thinking about writing my story lately. I have a feeling that the book you suggested will be an important part of the inspiration I need.

        • Cathy says:

          Hey Tia,
          Yes funny thing that we don’t look the same each time we look in the mirror…proves pretty much everyone and everything wrong who thinks they understand the body. There was one time in my life when I really felt like myself as an adult, and I look kind of like I did then whenever I close my eyes. It is my touchstone. Some days I look close; other days not. I’m still not Angelina Jolie. Lol

          What causes us to move away from that is the beliefs we accept from others. I’m certain we can get to that place. Love Cathy

      • Tia says:

        ” I wanted inner beauty, but did that mean I had to be ugly on the outside? According to the illusion, that would be true. But it isn’t true. The initiates knew that what is inside becomes what is outside.”

        I remember seeing or reading about fairy tales that talked about people who were pure of heart being as beautiful on the outside as they were on the inside. Of course their idea of pure or good was the socially conditioned false brand.But that idea seemed to tug at me.That seemed fair to me. Truely good people being beautiful and imposters being ugly.

        I didn’t like how backwards society was. There were beautiful people with ugly spirits and ugly people with beautiful spirits. It didn’t make sense to me and I beat myself up constantly over not being able to “see past” their appearance. I thought I was some horrible, shallow jerk. Until I realized that everyone around me was just as false and the whole “seeing past their appearance” was nothing but a false saint wannabe gimmick in the illusion.

        I can’t wait to see the world with true sight again.

  2. Helle says:

    So Cayce believed none of them would perfect their bodies in this lifetime – did they believe him? Do you know if any of them did do it? That would just be the coolest thing to do! Why not now : )))

    • Cathy says:

      I suspect they believed him. He had a reason for what he said. He said that their false minds were too powerful. He never taught any techniques for letting go although he talked about change of mind a lot. He did say that he perfected his body in 10,000 BC in seven years. I’ll share that story on another post. I’m sure it can be done in one life, but it requires total letting go of all beliefs. I’m not there yet, but I plan to be.

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