A reflective soul ponders the lies

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.
~Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

A little lie grows and grows

Pondering the lies

His egos flys

So inflated it touches the sky

Why do I listen to this guy

To defy

I should deny

Simply put, the overarching reason that we lie to ourselves is self-protection. We want to avoid potentially painful reality and the disruptiveness of truth in favor of maintaining a false equilibrium. In essence, we become accustomed to telling ourselves untruths because it’s easier.

A Psychological term known as “cognitive dissonance” is behind the reason why we lie to ourselves and tell ourselves untruths. When we experience cognitive dissonance, we feel an uncomfortable tension between who we believe we are and how we are behaving.

The Seven Sins

The Seven Sins” discusses the creative as well as destructive potentials of each Sin as shown by your natal chart:
Envy – Finding an inner authenticity that provides deep self-esteem throughout life
Gluttony – Discovering a powerful inner aspiration that opens new dimensions of awareness
Wrath – Transforming rage and resentment into courage and self-affirmation
Pride – Experiencing love of the inner Self
Lust – Realising a profound inner experience of beauty and joy
Deceit – Developing the worldly wisdom that allows a grounded as well as ethical adaptation to life
Sloth – Transmuting apathy and depression into serenity and acceptance of life’s cyclical nature

Being A Mother

There lays a tiredness inside of me

It aches and screams, yearns to be free

Pulsating worries vibrates up through my weakening spine

Knocking the depths of my crown and mind

Eyes so swollen and dry they no longer cry

The soul is shattered it cannot abide

Daylight passes so quickly as I sleep and weap

Bones sore, body heavy it yearns for sleep

Each new dawn is the same endless routine

Shall I be so brave and runaway to Aberdeen