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Truth… Fact or fiction… or perception.

The truth is an enchantment we place upon ourselves in order to explain who we are and why we do the things we do. My truth is different from everyone else’s. The perception of what is true is as unique as each individual, their life history, experience ranging beyond this lifetime, and what other people tell us is otherwise known as truth. There is no such thing as The Truth. I could tell you what I believe about a subject, but not be able to truly explain why. My story is filled with vivid memories of growing up, conversations, the good, the bad and the ugly, but there is so much more that I feel rather than know.

The truth is not a tangible substance we can display outside our minds. The truth is not a fact. It cannot be proven and it changes on a constant basis. What someone believes is the truth can drastically change from moment to moment. Words, images, emotions change what we feel inside. This minute glimpse of something new or newly revealed transforms every sequence of our thoughts, beliefs and self. We become someone new inside. The difference is astonishing from an introspective point of view.

So when someone asks you for the “Truth” smile and either shake their hand and engage in a litany of words or walk away.

The alone room is crowded…feel free to join us!.

I want to wish all out there a happy month, this month, next month and all those following. You are not alone. We are all connected in the other realm. A piece of us is always watching over our struggles. Never give up. You are not alone. You have me and a multitude of others in your corner, cheering you on, watching your back. If all the people who felt alone in this world came together, we’d need a conference room the size of Australia. You are cared about. You are cared for. Feel it. Feel us. You can do anything if you smile before you step. Smile before you open your eyes. Smile before you frown.

Meetings in the dark….Kyra

Posted: December 6, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Maggie sat in her car watching Kyra and her colleagues move through the shadows carrying the men into an abandoned warehouse. Every so often Kyra caught Maggie’s eye and Maggie always turned away first. A battle was going on in the detective’s mind. Maggie could see the tension lines between her eyes. She wasn’t having trouble with what would happen inside the warehouse, Maggie, she knew, looked forward to dishing-up some justice for her brother. So what troubled her?

As turned to leave her people to prepare the men for a conversation, Stan grabbed her elbow and pulled her aside. “This will not end well. They know who she is,” he said.

She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. “I have a plan. And when did you grow a conscience?”

“Kyra, you’re getting in too deep.” He snapped. “I don’t care about those thugs or the fucked up cop. I care about you.”

She laughed sadly. “There’s nothing more than a job between us, Stan. When this is over…it’s over. Happy now?” She turned to leave.

He stepped in her way. “Not really. I don’t believe you.”

“Well then you’re going to have to trust me.” She hated that he was closer to right than he knew.  Hated herself for dropping her guard for Maggie. But she looked on the bright side; maybe this was the case that ended her misery.

“Get them ready. We’ll be in, in ten minutes,” She wouldn’t allow him to get in her way again.


Kyra got into the passenger seat without looking at Maggie. “You ready for this,” she said.

“Yes.” Maggie said, distractedly.

Kyra took a long breath before looking at Maggie. “There’s no going back.”

“I hadn’t planned on it. I’m living moment to moment.”

Maggie’s tone broke her self-preservation rule and once again Maggie had gotten inside her head. “What’s happened?”

“I just got the call. My brother died an hour ago.”