The Spirit Can Know

It occurred to me during a morning sitting: Why do we believe falsehoods? How can we possibly?

A while back I mused on “One Truth vs. Many” where I held, and (I hope) reasoned a fairly logical argument for a single Truth. This is what I wrote: 

One Truth versus Many

Here we are.

Perhaps some would dispute that statement, but I believe that the majority of us would agree: We are, indeed, here.

And if we’re in synch so far, then try this on for another statement: Since we are here, we must have come to be here through a specific series of events—through a single chain of occurrences.

Not through two, or three, or a hundred series or chains of events, no: Through one series of events. That series or chain of events might include (and probably does) millions, billions, trillions, trillions times trillions of individual occurrences, but they all—in an orderly, or not so orderly, cause-and-effect fashion arrived at this: We are, indeed, here.

Whatever that series of events might consist of, however many single events comprises it, there is only one of them, a single series. That’s the point I’m trying to make.

This series of events, or causal chain, might have involved a God, or many Gods, or a sneezing giant, or a wart on some industrial sun’s long ago grandmother, whatever you can dream up. It does not matter. The point remains: There can only be the one causal chain.

Another name for that one causal chain might be: The One Truth.

The ultimate truth. And there’s only one of those.

One. Not two, or many. One.

The One True Sun rising…


Given this, one can then ask oneself: Why are there so many religions? Is not the purpose of religion to seek and find, and then respect and revere the found (Ultimate) Truth? That has always been my understanding.

Now, religion has been put to many other uses over the centuries. Uses such as population control, self-aggrandizement, wealth, mind control, intimidation (which amounts to population and mind control, doesn’t it?), punishment, the list goes on.

The fact still remains though, the purpose of religion is to seek and find, and to then respect and revere Truth. The One. The Ultimate. Anything short of that is not—not in my book anyway—religion, but some pseudo-thing that masquerades as such for its own nefarious purposes.

And if the One Truth is the last word on religion, does that not then lead to the next question? Why is there more than one? Why is there more than one religion, each professing their own, often quite different truth? When, in the final analysis, there is only one truth to profess?

I believe that the answer is as simple as it is obvious: Many, most—perhaps all—religions have got it wrong, are barking up the wrong truth-tree. They have the wrong causal chain (or they simply invented one, or had one whispered to them by some not entirely trustworthy angel).

It also tells me that the founders of most, if not all, religions came up a bit short in their research and/or insights. This, to me, is evident by the fact that the great world religions—along with the myriad smaller ones—mostly differ in their view and presentation of the One Ultimate Truth.

Different creation theories. Different explanations to what on earth we are doing here. And to then go to war after war after war and kill each other over these nothing but differences of opinion. How very human.

There is, though, still, a single truth. An Ultimate Truth. Or we would not be here to seek it.

It is that truth that is proven by all things. It lives and is wholly true because our very existence proves it.

If religion has lain down on the job, we need to do it ourselves: we need to seek this truth. We need to find it. We need to know it. We need to live it.


Nothing else truly matters.


Leading me to believe that there is but one Truth and so many Falsehoods. So many, many falsehoods. And the question returns: why do we believe them? Falsehoods are sold, why do we buy them? And not only buy them, but buy them to the degree that we now go out and kill, go out and massacre for the falsehood we so believe in and cherish.

But if it is false—and unless it is the ultimate truth (which, in my understanding, no one has ever killed another living thing for) it has to be false—how can we possibly believe it to be true?

I mused on this, and mused on this. And during that morning’s walk by the Northern California Pacific I reached and framed this answer; and as I framed it in my mind, I knew it to be true:

 The spirit can know
The spirit knows by looking and seeing for itself
The spirit can believe
For the spirit to believe a falsehood
  it must have ceased looking
  or it has not looked
  long enough, sincerely enough,
  or deeply enough to truly see
Meditation is how we truly see