The Clothes of Our Perceptions
Gerard gets naked
Gerard was in his late Forties. His life had been like a very long journey through unchartered territory. He had met and interacted with so many people. Each time it was like a journey into himself.
Every person he ever met showed Gerard more of himself.
Every relationship brought forth a piece of Girard that then awakened into full expression. He realized that he could not fully discover himself except through others.
And he could not discover others without revealing a new hidden aspect of himself with each new encounter.
It was all about becoming naked.
We are all naked underneath our clothes, underneath our stories, underneath our illusions, our prejudices. Naked, we are who we are. Naked, our judgments suspended, we can only be honest. Every cover is a lie. Every lie is a failure to be who we are.
Only naked can we truly be who we are.
Clothes are only the most obvious barrier to the nakedness that we all want to express. Every human wants to express from the very bottom of their being. They want to express who they are.
How can any human know who they are unless they are naked?
Humankind is on the cusp of making a major evolutionary leap. The main impediment keeping humankind from making that leap is that humankind is not yet naked enough.
We are wrapped up in that which clothes our perceptions. It’s all about the costumes, the attire, the perfume, the endless judgments, the polarity that begs us to take sides, the imperative to take on a persona that draws to us enough energy of some sort that keeps us in stasis.
We try to be naked in our clothes.
We might take off our shirts but we are hesitant to take off our pants.
There are so many writers who write about nudity while fully clothed. And there are so many naked writers who are ignored because of the prevalent fear of nakedness. Words and expressions can be like a bikini that can only hint at what lies beneath the 98 percent of what is exposed.
Only true nakedness exposes that hidden superhighway to where we all want to be. The city of light is always just beyond the horizon of our perceptions.
And our perceptions are clothed in every thought we’ve ever had, every theory we’ve ever endorsed, every dogma we have never questioned, every feeling we have not allowed ourselves to fully feel. We are the raised drawbridge to the city of ourselves.
Gerard sat in the bar all alone. His mind was playing an endlessly looping mental pity party. Every fuck up in his life played over and over and over again. He obviously did not deserve anything other than what he had. He was a disappointment to his mind.
The songs on the jukebox only reinforced this.
But then she walked into the restaurant.
It took a long minute for Gerard’s vision to focus in on her. It seemed forever before he realized…. that it was HER.
Gerard’s brain did an immediate dumping of all thoughts leading up to this moment. His memory evaporated into thin air. His cognitive machinations came to a halt. All thinking stopped. IT WAS HER.
Frozen, Gerard watched her being seated at a table by herself. She quickly placed a drink order with her waiter then opened her menu. And then she jolted her head to the side in order to throw some of her hair off her face. God almighty, that always turned on Gerard. The way she flipped her head was so freaking sexy! He wanted his face and his nose to be in that hair being flipped. Memories of being there suddenly erupted in the volcano of Gerard’s being.
Gerard downed the rest of his drink. Not surprisingly, the waiter almost immediately showed up. Gerard waved him off. He cautiously stood up then walked over to HER table.
Naked, Gerard stepped into a potential future. It was the past that was the drawbridge. The present was the big IF.
Gerard threw away the known for the unknown. He became naked. He sat down at her table and spoke to her as if it were the first time he had ever spoken to her.
And the entire world suddenly changed.
At least Gerard’s world seemed to.
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