Where the Truth Cuts, Freedom Begins

 


Some were born for the arrow of truth, we crave it. It is encoded in our templates. We long for that raw piercing shot that penetrates, slices straight to the bone, sears our egos open and forces us to rise. It cuts through all the fluff. Truth that is not passionate and piercing, often feels diluted to us.

We thrive where others recoil. Truth that pierces is the seed of freedom, and it is where the real medicine lives. So naturally you want to penetrate others with the same medicine and to aim the arrows where shadows dwell.

But not everyone can meet truth in this way. For some, truth can only be received as reflection, never as penetration. What awakens us can feel like poison to them. What we experience as liberation, they experience as attack. Fear builds walls before the medicine ever has a chance to touch them.

Truth then becomes not only about the arrow, it’s about the archer. The focus shifts on the delivery and messenger, rather than its content. 

The sting that could smack them awake 
is dismissed before it can even land.

The real art lies not only in aiming it straight, but in discerning how it must travel: as arrow, as mirror, or as silent presence.

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