From The Threshold, volume one, chapter 15, pages 264-265
Not telling the truth once had rippling effects in my life for years. I might no longer enjoy acting as innocently as I had. Finding the inside story showed me how enormous the business machine of making lies was.
The massive amount of time, energy, and expense that went into avoiding the truth was staggering. Acting was universally accepted, and I once sat like others, watching it without thinking. That insight took the edge off of my enthusiasm toward being an actor. What I found behind the scenes was more than just turning on the TV and letting the make-believe capture my thoughts.
I could see the similarities of falseness with a politician’s lies. Regardless of who the politician was, he or she was in the business of saying one thing and doing another.
Elected officials and actors were in a performance business of compromising the truth. My intuition told me that some of the half-truth charades had some good in them. Obviously there was good and bad in all things. Acting was just a thing. It seemed like the choice to express fantasy had many variations. Music, writing, sculpting, dancing, and more were just some expressions.
The choices made by the public to be entertained were multiplied over decades of generations. As the world seemed to be moving along, it seemed like entertainment was a huge part turning it. My awareness about acting seemed profound and was short-lived in thought but captured in the diary.
My eyes saw how the temptation to stretch the truth was like one rotten apple spoiling the barrel. The motives for the messages and images in what was portrayed could create more harm than good. Overall, I was better off to move forward with my new attitudes. I didn’t always think like that; perhaps I would learn more as I changed.
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Only Prayer
I sing about the world, I debate both right and wrong,
Keeping one good answer for a moral in a song.
A verse for politicians, who really pulls the strings,
They’re puppets for the people; it’s God who places Kings.
Politicians are puppets that have lost their way. Politicians are running from God every day.
The puppets for the people, only God places Kings.
The puppets for the people, what will God bring?
Only Prayer by the people can change anything.
Only Prayer by the people can change anything.
The few who have the most, they often say the least.
Identity kept secret, there’s a handful for the feast.
Politicians A or B, all eyes on their illusion,
Beneath their pride and greed, are words of pollution.
Politicians are puppets that have lost their way. Politicians are running from God every day.
The puppets for the people, only God places Kings.
The puppets for the people, what will God bring?
Only Prayer by the people can change anything.
Only Prayer by the people can change anything.
