Truth, Illusion or deception

DoorPeggyBalsemhof

The truth will set us free as it being a strong force.
The angle in this is many perceptions, enable different truths.
Wich ones are deceptions, created by our own minds or of the others.
How do we distinguish what is ours, the others or the general truth?
Is it the owner of morals who decides?

The purpose of deception is to create a false image.
Carrying this false image eats away our positive energy.
Release me, yourself & the others by reflecting on our mirror image.

 

06-01-2017
-Driandayaba-

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