I am sending a quilt out to an organization called "The Truth Be Told". A group of women who go into prisons, who give the women prisoners a chance to write their truth.
Empowering them to write their stories truthfully, so that they can see their journey and what choices or needs led them to commit crimes.
It isn't about changing the story; but rather accepting their whole truths, feelings and confused minds.
I know this exercise could be main street art.
It could be on every corner.
How well do you know your own truth?
What are your subconscious needs that drive you to do what you do?
Do you know or can you see the choices you make and why?
How often are you moving from your center; but rather being driven by the unmet need?
If the truth were told, would you even recognize yourself in its telling?
Here is what I know.
My truth was a million miles from where I was.
I could just as easily woken up in prison instead of a cult like religion.
I had beliefs and fears and denial that kept the truth at bay.
My feelings and emotions were unexpressed, unfelt and I lied to keep them that way.
The truth be told, I had no clue who I was or how I had blindly followed the patterns of my childhood.
Can this not be true for so many?
I also know, that when I speak of recovering my truth, my mental breakdown out of denial, others sit in awe.
Truth living isn't the norm.
It isn't what we do.
While the girls in prisons are held behind bars, we who are 'free' in society are actually lost behind the lies of our lives.
The drastic change that happened after I embraced truth, shows the distance between truth and fiction in our worlds.
Most would like to believe, they are living their lives truthfully, that they are not dancing to the music of a subconscious unmet childhood need...but, sadly it is so well hidden, you can't even know, you don't know. Not only that. You have lived your whole life to get this need met, you don't even know the real you
The real me and the unmet need that masquerade as me, were completely different.
They are not even close.
The unmet need I had was I was not good enough and that I had to do this or that for love.
The Me that I discovered is completely enough; pure love and innocence.
She dances to her own music.
Free to feel, express and move in tune with her soul.
The prison walls are our belief in what is not real.
What is not true.
We create our own prison by our unmet needs.
The best place to be is to not need anything but our own truths.
My truth and I are one.
I have broken the karma of the pattern I was born into.