Masks

Have you ever heard it said, "Oh, my life is an open book."

Dare we ask if this book is a fiction novel?

After recently contemplating how the process of the removal of the hue-man mask was feeling in actuality of experience, I ran into a mention about the many small masks hue-mans wear, which cover the larger mask behind them. The concept and truth of the possibility of many masks arose to shatter my dreams of freedom from masked living, thinking there was but one mask. In that moment, I gazed outward at those who are free from masked captivity. I knew it was real, the superficial and the reality. I could feel it, living it. As more masks were recognized, they bore their burden. It was a very heavy feeling to sense the clutter of illusion on top of the face that wishes to surface into living reality. But burdens are generally lifted after a time of literally feeling their weight. The recognition, of weight and lightness in living, manifests pure knowing. Masked life is quite a phenomenon of experience.

The greater work is to not be fooled in thinking one is free. The Mask of Denial is also often premiering on the hue-man scene.