The Illustration Friday word of the week is secret.
I’ve been thinking about secrets a lot lately, actually. Family secrets, political and conspiratorial secrets, and those garden variety skeleton-in-the-closet personal secrets. Things that were done and shouldn’t have been, secrets as simple and seemingly benign as socially unacceptable emotions–everyday feelings like anger or fear or desires that would upset the status quo and the comfort level of people around us.
It’s not that I have any answers to those nasty, moldy things we all carry around or have buried somewhere in the dark and dusty, but I do see how they eat away and harm like slow-growing cancers. And how, as much as we try to cover them up, gloss them over with polite smiles or new paint, secrets ooze out and inexorably impede and poison everything around them. They also drain the Life Force of the carrier with the energy required to repress the secrets, and the loss of energy can be such a subtle thing that it’s impossible to put a finger on the source. But common expressions like clearing the air and such a relief! point to the very real burden of things and feelings withheld.
If traditional and contemporary energy healers alike are correct in their perception, we humans are ‘reading’ each others’ auras (that energy field around the body where things like emotions, blocks, trauma and secrets show up in living color) all of the time, whether we are consciously aware of it or not. To read each other like this, they say, is part of our innate survival mechanism, similar to the instincts that creatures of other varieties rely upon. And we are all making choices and decisions and taking actions based on the information we are getting through this perception. It’s not the kind of information-gathering source one can point to like the rational approach of 2+3=5, but it surely predates the development of our brain parts responsible for our hightly-touted (and often fallible) human reasoning ability.
This subject of secrets reminds me of a quote by the American anthropologist and author, Hank Wesselman. (And I may be paraphrasing here because I can’t find the exact wording at the moment…)
“The Gods are everywhere. They see everything…and they never forget.”
If I believe this idea of an inherent human ability to read auric fields, and, going even further, if I substitute the word Consciousness for those words, “The Gods,” it’s pretty clear that none of us is really getting away with anything down here. Perhaps it’s time for a little housecleaning…?