The Lie and the Power of Creation

A Brief Preface
I am not the first, nor will I be the last, to awaken from the lie. Much of my life I have drifted in and out of the lie, and during my adolescence I was oblivious to it. Many are oblivious to the lie, and the human world has become troubled by it. The lie has been here for as long as we can probably trace our history, and it is still here warping our lives. It has produced our confusion, insanity, and suffering, and it has been doing so without the majority of us even realizing that it is there. The lie in my life pushed me to the edge, to a point in which I could no longer take the suffering and insanity, and to the point where I almost gave up. This book is about how I have come to understand that insanity. Along with that, this book is also about hope and true empowerment, which dissolves all insanity. My following writing comes from both self and universal realization, and is a reiteration of what many different teachers, philosophers, masters, and spiritual leaders have come to share with us.

An Introduction to a Realization
I remember clearly the miserable feeling of my lowest points of depression. It was overbearing, the sorrow which made me feel as if I could do nothing, and as if life were the most horrible punishment. Everything seemed so grim, so dark, and the slightest motion or nearest visible objects would trigger painful memory traces that would sink me lower and lower into depression. It was as if I couldn’t even move a foot without a shadow of insane suicidal thoughts following me. I felt hopeless, as I did throughout many periods of my childhood, and as I had felt on and off throughout my life. Most would classify this type of depression, on and off, as bi-polar, or even manic at times, and at one point I fit in with this category. I had suppressed much of what I was feeling, and it built for long periods, often resulting in mental breakdowns, and suicidal behavior. I found very few outlets in my adolescence, mostly in my creative expression. Much of my life I had faced pressure from surrounding circumstances, as all of us do. I was constantly surrounded by arguments, anxiety, sorrow, and aggression, while at the same time being pushed towards success and achievement. I had a multilevel of standards to meet, answering to various people and taking orders from every direction. I had built an analytical mind, trying to breakdown everything to please everyone, always trying to be someone else, somewhere else. I was caught up in every type of system, from various cliques, to frequent different political views, always changing, and always confused. Ironically, my entire life I questioned all of these things. I questioned why people wanted me to be a certain way, why no one could seem to get along, and why people abused each other. At a young age I knew this was insane, it made no sense to me why no one was happy, and why everyone lived so vigorously by some definition, still not happy even when they got what they wanted. Not only did I question my outside influences in life, but as a child I began to question myself. I would often wonder why I was on earth, and towards adulthood I had begun to question my feelings. As the insanity furthered, and I felt more and more hopeless, I really began to question why I was feeling so miserable. I often tried different things to escape the deeply depressing feelings that were occurring, and no matter what I attempted, sooner or later the feelings came back, even stronger. I finally hit a breaking point in life. I stopped everything I had been doing and opened my eyes up to the insanity that was unfolding in and around me. For once in my life I had completely recognized the insanity, the insanity not just in me, but the insanity all over that had been there since I came into this world. I began to see that everything that I had been doing in life, including trying to escape from life, was also a part of this insanity. I was always changing standards, and going to extremes, and from breaking down a reality gave way for me to see that I had been lying to myself about these types of things. A truth had begun to arise in me, a truth that everything that had been going on in my life seemed to be, and actually was, a lie. Even the feelings that pushed me into depression were being propelled by this lie. It was a shock at first to realize that my whole life I had been deluding myself through all the ideals, identities, and standards that I, and everyone else, had set for me. It was only after I could no longer take the misery in and around me that I came to see the madness. Soon after this I had begun to make my way into different spiritual teachings and I eventually ended up in a martial arts class where I picked up several different books that shed light on what had happened inside of me. That is where I had begun to understand a truth. I had come to both a self and universal realization, a realization that what was driving me to my breaking point was also related to what was driving the rest of humanity to its breaking point, and it was all because of what I came to refer to as the lie.