The Unspoken Voice of Truth

Since I can remember, I have been known as the ‘loud mouth,’ the child that said the inappropriate things and the one who embarrassed adults in their white and black lies.

For example, I never believed in Santa. At the age of about 2 or 3 I told my mother that I knew she was Santa because her handwriting was on my Christmas card from the alleged white-bearded man – so obvious, isn’t it!? Roughly around a similar time, knowing that the nursery is going to ask my parents to buy our Christmas presents, I asked for the smallest and most modest (cheapest) toy I could think of because I didn’t want my mum and dad to spend money on my toys that I could sense we had no money for.

Looking back now at this quality I held as a child, I can see what a gift it could have been for my parents, teachers and everybody around. Over the last year or so, whilst living with a woman who does not back down in front of anything in the name of integrity, somebody who would literally (in her own words) “take a bullet for truth,” I have begun to reconnect to that same long lost ability. The ability all human beings share, but do not necessarily practice, to see between the lines and question out loud that which does not seem quite right.

However, I have definitely not been welcoming this with open arms and a ‘hallelujah.’ When I get pulled up it feels exposing. Where I originally come from there’s an expression: “you look like you’ve just stomped the spring onions,” which basically means, you look like you pooed your pants as we like to say in English.

But the feeling is so real. It’s like somebody has just found your dirty laundry and is putting it out for all the neighbours to see. And that’s exactly what is happening: our dirty secrets come out and we begin to realise that we may not be ‘The Good Samaritan’ that likes to help everybody. In fact we could be doing all of the altruistic deeds out of a need to be liked, approved of and recognised. So in truth, we are then more of a manipulative Samaritan – yep, hurts to admit.

When exposed in my so called ‘good’ ways, I can often sulk for days thinking of all of the things I could have said in the conversation which could prove that I was right, that I am ‘good.’ I attack the person with my own thoughts like: “how dare they,” “this is my truth,” “they expect too much of me,” and so much more. However, underneath all of this I have a knowing that what has been presented to me is truth and I cannot alter it, even if I tried.

So we have created a society where we actually encourage people to learn to calculate the most appropriate thing to say in order to keep everybody around ‘happy’ and ‘at peace.’ We make it even more difficult for others to express truth by confronting and attacking the ones who do hold onto the truth, so the ones who choose to comply with the lies can float through the shallow waters of life untouched and untroubled by the outside world.

This path of dishonesty for me has accumulated deep levels of frustration, anger and aggression that have literally made my bones hurt. Anger towards myself for knowing truth so strongly when I see it and feel it, and yet, I choose to remain sitting quietly at the front of the classroom of life, putting my hand up to speak up only when I know that my answers will give me that grade A for compliance and will not ruffle any feathers.

What’s important here is that I know I am not alone in this experience. Someone close to me used to warn me that if I continue to speak without thinking twice first, I will most definitely end up in a marriage where I will get abused. This ‘warning’ came because they witnessed their mother get beaten on a daily basis exactly for the same reason.

But what I have found much worse is the attack we cast upon ourselves by holding back, by not saying the thing that is on the tip of our tongue, the thing that may cause a reaction of any sort in another but the exact same thing which may change one’s life or the life of many others. Forever.

We are afraid of speaking up because we all know what happens to the people who do: Rosa Parks got arrested, Martin Luther King got shot, Jesus was crucified and the loudest i.e. most outspoken child at school receives accolade of academic consequences, detentions and exclusions.

But perhaps it’s time to start considering what happens when we don’t speak up and the self-abusive behaviours this can often lead to, such as eating disorders as it may have happened in the case of Lady Diana, or the devastating depression which left Robin Williams feeling like the only way out was through taking his own life, or any of the other celebrities and people in general who develop drug and alcohol dependencies which can often lead to an overdose and another life lost.

It may be worth questioning whether any of these behaviours would even have a base to develop if we as a society were more honest and open to hearing and expressing what needs to be heard and or said.

After all, we can all feel truth, so why aren’t we all voicing it?

By Viktoria Stoykova, London, UK

Further Reading:
The importance of expressing truth
Truth – I Can Feel it in my Bones
Truth about Little White Lies


551 thoughts on “The Unspoken Voice of Truth

  1. I got into so much trouble when I was a child and I couldn’t understand why and then I read these lines of your blog, ‘the child that said the inappropriate things and the one who embarrassed adults in their white and black lies’. I was quite outspoken as a child, the canary in the household that exposed the lies and the falsehood of ‘family’ so no wonder I was always in hot water with my family. With greater understanding and awareness it is possible to look at ‘family’ life and see that it is a complete lie that we have all fallen for the idea that blood is thicker then water, true family I have discovered is based on a vibration and not on blood.

  2. We may not speak the Truth out of fear of being attacked by another yet if we do not, we attack ourselves.

  3. We do make it difficult for others to express truth by confronting them, or sometimes, in my case speaking in a language that is not my first language. I find it very interesting the ways in which we seek to avoid truth and love because of our hurts, beliefs or agenda.

  4. There is no doubt, that sometimes the truth of a situation is the last thing we want to hear, and we will do anything to avoid hearing it. The reality of the avoidance, is that it is actually a futile choice, as the truth has a way of staying parked right in front of us, until we acknowledge it, even if that takes a while. I have learned that the bigger the squirm when the truth is presented to me, the bigger the ‘voice of truth’ that is waiting to be heard, and that the quicker I choose to hear it, the quicker I can get on with living my life, with the lesson supporting me along the way.

      1. It is always such a blessing when truth is presented regardless the outcome and regardless as to whether it is appreciated or not. Truth is love whether we like it or not.

      2. Isn’t it crazy how we can choose to see what we want to see. We can be presented with the most loving gesture, word of wisdom or act of decency, yet we can choose to sexualise it, muddy it up in our projections and smear it all over.

      3. I would agree vviktoriastoykova The truth is always loving, however our spirit doesn’t like to be exposed and rears up when it gets caught out participating in the lie of creation. When it gets exposed then we get to feel the ugliness of it and that there is more going on than we care to admit, that we all have a spirit which is dominating us behind the scene and we are its puppet. Thats a big pill to swallow that we are not free but are mere puppets moving to the whims of our spirit.

  5. Our investment in not rocking the boat, for me at least, was ingrained at an early age. It’s so disrespectful for all concerned. It’s a judgement that another cannot ‘handle the truth’. They may well react but if they can’t handle a truth, further down the line they’re going to have to handle a far greater consequence. I’d much rather feel the discomfort of being exposed and take the lesson there and then – often I don’t, but the consequences build up and I reap what I’ve sown latter on when it’s bigger.

    1. That is an expression that is often used when someone cannot handle the truth, so as you say Karin, we water down, or do not express what is needed in order to not rock the boat. When really it’s just an excuse for people not to take on responsibility for their life and how they are living it.

    2. Yes, it is an assessment we make based on keeping ourselves safe but it doesn’t benefit anyone because if we do not speak up we have unexpressed words that just burn away inside.

  6. “We are afraid of speaking up because we all know what happens to the people who do”. Or perhaps we were killed in a past life for speaking up. However its unlikely that will happen today – at least in the Western world. I am finding learning to express my opinion – initially one to one – then in small groups supports me to speak out in larger ones too,

  7. I hadn’t considered that holding back is actually an attack we cast upon ourselves – this is something definitely worth pondering on.

  8. We all have our conditions as to why we are not voicing the truth we feel, some may want to make sure that what they say does not disturb those around them. Others may actually benefit from the lie and therefore choose to remain silent or contribute. However, as we grow and develop our awareness of what happens when we lie, the less we can hold back the truth.

  9. To speak freely comes with responsibility. Speaking up is not about blurting everything out and dumping. It is about feeling the bigger picture, the impact of our behaviours and speaking from a strong foundation of love and care for ourselves and each other… all of us.

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