The Flames We Hide · 8 — Self-Deception: The Truths We Bury

Sit somewhere quiet.

You don't need to look holy right now.

You just need to be honest.

This lesson is about self-deception.

The quiet lies we tell ourselves to survive.

Sometimes we call it coping.

Sometimes we call it peace.

But truth.

.

.

Truth never really dies.

It just waits for silence.

Breathe in through the nose,

Four.

Hold,

Six.

Hold,

Six.

Out through the mouth,

Eight.

Feel your chest.

Feel your jaw.

Notice where you tighten,

But you don't want to see something.

That's where the lie hides.

That's.

.

.

We say,

I'm fine.

We say,

It's.

.

.

Easily seen are others' faults.

Hard to see our own.

That isn't judgment.

That's a map of the human mind.

Now,

Let's pause and reflect together.

Ask softly.

Don't justify it.

Just see it.

Self-deception isn't evil.

It's protection that stayed too long.

The child in us,

Whispering.

If I don't admit it,

Maybe it won't hurt again.

Let me talk to you,

Human to human.

The last time I caught myself pretending I was all right,

It wasn't to lie.

It was to survive.

You can't heal behind it.

Maybe you know that mask.

The one that says,

Keep moving.

Keep producing.

Don't let them see the bleed.

Suffering is suffering.

You don't transcend it by pretending.

You free it by telling the truth gently.

One breath at a time.

Now,

Let's reflect again.

Where in your life are you still pretending just to belong?

What would honesty cost you?

What might it set free?

Say quietly.

I can face what is true.

I can love myself while I face it.

If tears come,

Let them.

That is not weakness.

That is armor cracking.

Hold six.

Out eight.

Now speak a truth you have avoided.

Say it simply.

Often the pain doesn't vanish.

But the static eases.

The mind stops chasing itself in circles.

Self-deception is the last flame of fear.

Turn it into light.

We step into desire and compulsion.

Heat without mastery.

Or craving takes the shape of fire.

The art of stillness becomes the art of control.

Stillness is rebellion.

Compassion is a weapon.