A Little Story

There once was a girl, she could see the truth of things if it was already known. This was a gift from God, for her to know even if she didn't know she knew. When she was still a small child she believed all that was told to her, but if there was a lie or untruth in what was told her she felt confusion and asked questions, the person who tried to lie would then admit they either didn't know what they were talking about or they were lying. She eventually grew to understand the meaning of the confusion, that there was untruth in what was said. She realized most people did lie, they altered the truth in order to hide their feelings, hide their ignorance, hide their faults. She came to accept this to a point, because some did not seem to know they weren't telling the truth. The people she became closest to benefited from her presence, they started to realize when they didn't know the truth and looked to her to guide their words, sometimes she would have to be almost touching them to be able to reveal the truth to them. Other times she could do this over great distances, even the phone, if the truth was not a TRUTH. If it was TRUTH it worked a little different. She had given up on finding anyone that knew real TRUTH, she figured she would have to wait until the next life. Then she met this man. The man was a beautiful spirit, a spiritual man, he knew TRUTH, but he did not know everything that he knew. She could feel the TRUTH trying to be heard, even over mundane conversations ("How about this weather?"). The TRUTH called out to her, she wanted to know, not for herself, for she would forget it once it was OUT, once the world was let in on it, it would no longer call to her. SHe wanted the TRUTH for the world and for this MAN, this man who knew so much and yet could not even express it all in his own mind, there was too much information for him there, too much for him to be able to tell those he needed to tell. She was meant to help him. To be his interpreter, his muse, his channel. In order to help him let the TRUTH out she had to be touching him. They would sit together, holding each other while he talked. He would talk endlessly, all about truth and the TRUTH. He talked and she asked questions, touching the entire time. She would give him a signal and he would stop. If it was especially strong TRUTH, hard to put into words, she would "drift" she would not focus on finding the words for it, because they would come to her more easily if she didn't push. She just drifted and relaxed and let her thoughts flow. Eventually they came to her, it would sometimes take seconds, sometimes minutes, sometimes not at all. When it didn't come it was always because it wasn't time for that TRUTH yet, There was a missing piece of TRUTH that had to be told first. Eventually they had told all about the TRUTH of things except for the most secret of secrets, the most sacred TRUTHS. They lived and loved and taught and together were thought of as a holy couple.