I remember where it happened, that first time I thought something was up. It was in a restaurant, a safe happy place where conversations flow easy. A question was asked.

” What do you hear, Yanny or Laurel?”

What a strange question I thought to myself as I watched a short clip waiting for the sounds for my ears to pick up. Why was this so popular I wondered as I tried to pick up what I heard. How could such simple words spread like wildfire everywhere getting people who normally did not feel comfortable speaking to one another, now show an interest in connecting, show an interest in communicating.

” Hey…what if you hear both? ” I laughed at that a little as I watched the questioner give me a puzzled look.

It was almost like my question was just too frightening to even comprehend. I imagined her thinking…

“What do you mean you hear both, I didn’t hear both.”

I’ve discovered that some people tend to get very frightened when they don’t have or can’t do what others have and do. Which is another thing that doesn’t make sense. Everyone has something special about them but not everyone can have the same thing. People love to copy and steal what they envy from others.

“Nah…I’m just joking.” I said to reassure her

She looked at me with some relief.

What is this I thought to myself as I told her the word I heard. Actually if you concentrate, and really take in each sound you hear, you can make out both words … or was that just a trick of the mind? I would also discover later, that depending on the clip you watched, you heard different sounds…another “trick” perhaps? I didn’t say this out loud to the questioner, she looked scared enough at my joke of hearing both, best to keep some things to ourselves I have learned from past experiences.

Did we actually hear what we thought we did, or were we telling our self that based off of what we were being told. An “Emperor has no clothes” sort of thing. The frequency our ears were picking up made us hear different things, and because we were told there were words, we filled in that confusion of garbled speech to form a word, the words we were told to hear.

What does Yanny or Laurel even mean, are they just names? All those questions going on inside my own head. This is how I usually end up getting in trouble….”Too many questions” someone once said that to me, a person with one of those personality disorders, my family was there when it happened and now that is a recurring inside joke among us all. When I’m in the middle of one of my “Too many questions” conversations.

Seriously though, come on…what does Yanny and Laurel mean? It was about something, it had to be. Look at all the press it was getting. They even had the president and his staff at that time speaking about it. It was like a little break where everyone was sort of “getting along”.

I imagined all those individuals named Laurel and Yanny out there in the world, getting annoyed. Were there people out there with these names? Everyone smiling and connecting, going around, at work and at home, asking that same question over and over…

“Hey… what did YOU hear?

It was all over the news. Morning, noon, evening and I believe even night time news. Night time news to me was always the worse. I remember as a child seeing my dad sit there in front of the television watching the news, very interested to what they had to say. Intently staring into that screen.

As a child I thought it was not only frightening, but also incredibly boring. Now we get news 24/7, it’s nonstop stimulation. Back in the day, night time news was the scariest because it was told right before everyone went to bed.

“Y’all have a good nights sleep now, sweet dreams everybody…good night from all us at Channel 5 news”

Here I was, years later, now an adult, being asked what I viewed as a silly waste of time question that those pesky news…sorry, I mean… “story tellers” were passing along…what do you hear Yanny or Laurel?

“It’s a test” I said to my husband as he drove us back home after dinner.

“What’s a test?” my husband asked back.

“That Yanny Laurel business, I don’t know what kind of a test, but it’s a test”

I remember all the test through my life. The Cabbage patch dolls, the Beanie babies…people waiting in long lines, trying to get ahead of the stranger in front of them to get what everyone else had, or maybe something even better.

Maybe they would get the rare one, the prized one that everyone else wanted. And if so, maybe they would show off that they did, talking about it, taking photos of it, trying to make the others jealous…”Look what I got”. Afterwards trying to peer pressure others to also get in those lines.

These are all tests.

There were actually people that were convinced to pack up those cabbage patch dolls, pay for shipping, to ship them to another place, for a cabbage patch summer camp adventure. The “Camp” would ship the doll back when camp was over.

And what did you get for your money?…some photos, but the best part was the privilege of bragging and showing those photos off to your circle of friends who also waited in those long lines when they purchased one of those dolls as well. However … You get to brag about how your bit of plastic got to attend summer camp.

It’s still going on, the materialism and worship of silly things, look at what happen with those giant drinking containers, so plain and simple. Children were fighting over getting one. Many fights broke out whenever that merchandise came into stores. If a child went to school with a generic one, they were ganged up on and shunned. It’s horrible peer pressure.

People hanging out at those glass doors, waiting in lines before the stores were even opened, peeking for life inside the stores, waiting desperately for a sign of someone walking up close to those glass doors. Looking for anyone wheeling in boxes to unpack, filled with…thermoses. I believe some people even camped out to get one. Come on…really?

The doors would open and people would rush in trying to grab whatever, pushing, swearing at each other, over giant ugly looking Water bottles..real fights too. Why? Remember the toilet paper craze…now that one was really scary.

These are all some sort of test in my opinion…it is actually really frightening. Why do some see it and others don’t?

Just exactly how far will people go. Pretty far apparently….pretty stinking far.

Again, I thought they were kinda of ugly and clumsy, those big water bottles, but people, even children…everywhere around our country, were fighting to get them. Now they are collecting these fuzzy looking scary toys with sinister smiles and painted sharp teeth. I forget what they are called…bum bum babies…what the heck are they called? I think I’m confusing them with some other mass produced item. Anyway…they’re ugly too. They’re all ugly.

Same with the beanie babies, people were becoming obsessed, not because they were cute little bean bag animals but because people were basing things off of the money they daydreamed about getting for rare ones they believed they got….and again, what others didn’t.

“I don’t care what you have to do…but YOU better get me one of those pink DS Nintendo’s.’ the little girl said as she turned to her mother”.

That one was an actual statement I heard years ago at a birthday party. And you know what?…that mother went out and got her little girl a pink DS just like her daughter demanded.

What has happen to us ? To our society?

I remember years ago, an employee of mine was late to work one day, all because she was waiting in a long line at a store. The store was giving away free stickers to the first 100 people who showed up for the sale that day. Some stores were giving out better prizes…a plastic cup, a tiny stuffed toy, about the size of your hand…but what shocked me the most was how people actually lined up to get these items.

My employee came in, pretending to be sorry for being late, really excited, then showed me the sticker she got. A penguin in a Winter scene if memory serves, it had snow in it, I do remember that part…she also showed me some other items she had gotten when she waited in other long lines on different days. It was like it was becoming a game.

” Something very scary is going on out there” I remember telling my husband later that day when I got off work.

After seeing the craziness of people actually waiting in long lines for a sale and a prize of some sort…it was scary to me. Explaining to my husband about my day at work, and that employee of mine, how happy she was she got something that someone else didn’t.

All tests.

” I almost didn’t make it, they ran out” I remember my employee telling me as she smiled at her little collection of what she believed were treasures.

She asked me if I was going to try and get any, and I answered no. I didn’t go into detail with her though as to why that was, I just left it at that. Just a simple No answer. An after effect of growing up in the home I did. Too many words means that more words can get twisted into something else. It always happens in the dysfunction of a toxic family. You gotta keep things simple in that dance.

I rather shop for my sales when it’s less crowded and chaotic. I never liked the chaos of what they term Black Friday. I don’t need anything that bad for the holidays. I like to keep it simple and about memories mostly. But that makes me weird…doesn’t it?

That same employee would have no problem a few days later stealing toys from a mother who was very frazzled while out shopping for her two boys, which caused the mother to accidentally leave her bags behind at the counter.

The mother came back to the store looking for them minutes later, but they were gone by that time. She left her bags by her feet at the counter after she paid for them in full when she was talking to the cashier about the gifts she had picked for her children. Daydreaming about how happy they were going to be Christmas morning. Sharing all this with the sales clerk who had helped her find every toy on her children’s lists.

“It took me a whole year to save, I can’t wait” the mother told the cashier.

My employee was there at the store that day, shopping with her boyfriend. Sweethearts since high school, a cheerleader in high school, even showed me photos of her high school heydays. She watched as the mother got distracted and when she saw her walk away, she and her boyfriend grabbed the bags and left the store with them. They were waiting in line behind the mother, listening to her speak to the cashier. They knew her story and they still let her walk away and grabbed her bags.

The next day my employee and her boyfriend came back to the toy store to exchange everything and pick out what they wanted. Which was Barbie and Disney items…that’s what she liked.

The manager knew the items in that bag were stolen but couldn’t prove it, this was before cameras became so cheap, so she had no choice but to go ahead with the exchange, even after she told my employee about that mother, how she worked all year to save up to buy the exact same toys that came from that bag.

“The mother was hoping someone would turn it in, being that it was Christmas and all.” the toy manger said, while staring my employee straight into her eyes.

I would hear this story over the phone later, because everyone in the mall knew everyone. Two managers having a conversation on the phone that day. The toy store manager told me that when my employee listened to her explain the story about the mother..she said my employee didn’t even bat an eye…she didn’t seem to care. No reaction at all. It was so odd, and frightening.

My employee looked straight back into the toy manager’s eyes and said the items were hers . Then she used some silly excuse that she got the wrong toys and didn’t want those after all.

My employee came into my store later after that phone call, bragging about this event. Her boyfriend walked in with her by her side, with a little grin himself. She wanted to show me what she had picked out. She pulled the items out of the bag, a big Christmas edition barbie, a collectable she said. She needed to show off everything she had gotten.

“Someone just left their bags, can you believe it” she said while smiling.

I noticed her boyfriend never really talked much, she always controlled the conversations.

It was my turn to confront her on what a terrible thing it was that she did. It’s going to ruin those little boy’s Christmas morning.

Then she smirked and said…”She shouldn’t have forgotten her bags.”

It’s hard to imagine someone being this way, or that this actually happened. Yes…there are people out in the world that have no empathy or feelings for others. Their focus is always, and only about them. About their wants and wants and wants ALWAYS being met.

In case anyone is wondering how this story eventually ended…Yes, I would fire her not too long after that for insubordination, for a whole other reason. What she appeared as on the outside, was not anything like what she was in the inside. She was very good at fooling others with her first impressions.

They say there are three types of liars, the pathetic liar, the narcissistic liar and the sociopath liar.

Of the three, the pathetic liar is the easiest to contain and least dangerous. They usually lie because they just want people to like them. They are the types that go along with group think. Getting in those lines to feel included with one another. As humans, we are herd animals after all, so you can’t be too hard on these types. You can never trust them though…best to stay away from all liars.

The narcissistic liar demands attention. Their lies always deny responsibility and accountability for their actions. Driven entirely by ego, they will defend that ego at all costs. It’s not possible for these types to ever admit to making a mistake. Usually very childish and immature in their behaviors (most tend to be stuck in their teenager years) they have very deviant behaviors, scapegoating others, or creating a web of unlikely victimization. I believe they especially love the playing victim part.

When dealing with a narcissistic liar, always only ask Yes and No type questions, as they are very good at the word dance of twisting and turning events. Desperately trying to change and rewrite history. Sadly, they usually have many fooled allies around them to support these lies.

The sociopath liar is the most dangerous. They will lie just because they feel like it. Their lying is a calculated strategy to control situations. avoiding accountability all while creating a favorable image of themselves. Their deceit is driven to control, for power, and prestige. They use people as tools, to achieve their goals. Lying is easy for them because they can lie without any conscience or remorse.

Sociopath liars should be avoided at all costs. If you find yourselves in positions where you have to be around them, like at work…then make sure you document everything in writing, keep and record all materials when dealing with these types of individuals. The best outcome is always to just stay away from them.

People with different mental conditions and personality disorders can show signs of having all three types of lying, overlapping in their symptoms depending on each individual.

Thinking back all those years, at that bag full of toys, I wonder what that employee of mine heard years later when the whole world was mesmerized by those sounds…did she hear Yanny or did she hear Laurel? Would we end up hearing two different words? I believe so…we were so different after all.

Yanny had a higher frequency, while Laurel was a lower frequency. People have different sensitivities to different frequencies.

Did you know that there was also another study where they did brain scans on people who had different political views ? They scanned both sides and they came up with surprising results. Each side showed differences in their brain scans, depending on what the scan said, you either had a right political view or a left one. It was a pretty interesting show to watch.

Which got me thinking again. Have you every been around someone who you just can’t seem to connect with, or get along with? You just don’t mesh with one another. You know…some see the glass as half empty and some see it as half full, that kind of thing. Two sides, two different personalities…two different people all together.

You know the types… even as children, they always whined and complained about everything. No one made them that way, or any traumatic incident to cause them to be that way…they were always going to end up that way…from the moment they were born. Left, right, Yanny, Laurel…and everything else…their brains were wired the way they were wired.

In my country, and all around the world…there are half empty and half full types of personalities arguing and getting into conflicts with one another in this moment as I write this, and I believe these conflicts are all based off of many lies. It’s an epidemic. Split right down the middle. Sort of…there are what I call the invisible ones.

The invisible ones, the middle guys, they’re just trying to live their lives, trying to find some balance of peace in this mess between the two sides battling each other. They tend to be the most picked on, trolled, stalked, and harassed. They aren’t in any line, they’re just trying to be who they are…and they get HATED for that. It’s like the haters are screaming inside of themselves…

“PICK A LINE… AND GET INTO IT!”

This baiting, this game, this popularity and trend line of all doing and being the same…it does not come from a place of good. It doesn’t come from God…which means it can only come from the other place…it comes from evil.

“The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45

A good person will be motivated to do good things and an evil person will be motivated to do evil things. What’s in their heart comes out. It not necessarily all about words, it’s about actions too. What people do in secrecy, to cause conflict, it reveals their jealous hatred they have within their own hearts.

” I appeal to you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and create obstacles contrary to the doctrine that you have been taught; avoid them. For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naive. ” Roman 16: 17-18

There’s one side that has no problem making up stuff, outright lying to get whatever it is they want. They manipulate, they project and reverse their own transgressions back onto their victims as being the ones who did it instead. Manipulating and twisting truths, gossiping behind others backs who try to do good deeds, desperately trying to rewrite history to suit their own narratives. Or even worse, baiting and setting up their victims in order to smear them and make them look bad.

Read John 8:44 ”

When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar. He is the father of all lies.

When Jesus was speaking to the Pharisees, the native language Jesus was referring to was the language of lies from the father of lies himself. There are people all over the world right now causing division, haven been directed to do so…they have no problem creating this environment…the father of lies is directing their show. Don’t become a part of it…always walk away.

“The dance of a lie…is it’s own language”

I remember years ago when I was a little girl spending the night at a family members house, it was a birthday party.

The birthday girl got one of those Holly Hobby coloring sets of posters. She let me color one of the coloring pages…but there was a condition…

“You can’t tell my mom I let you, she wouldn’t like that” she said

So we colored away and when finished, the mom came in to check on us to see what we were doing. The birthday girl held up both finished coloring pages and told her mother she had been coloring. The mother looked each page over, she smiled and then asked her birthday girl a question…

“You did both of these?” her eyes really wide as if surprised.

The birthday girl answered yes, she did, with a giant grin on her face.

The mother looked over at me now as I silently allowed what was happening to happen. Maybe she was wondering if I was going to speak up and take credit for the obvious differences in coloring styles. No fault of the birthday girl, she was a couple years younger than me, we both had our own gifts and strong points. But you could obviously see that the two coloring pages were very different in style and skill.

The mother continue staring at me as she looked over the pages, complimenting how good they looked, waiting to see what I would do, would I speak up. And still, I sat there silently. The birthday girl sitting next to me still smiling, waiting for her mother’s praise. Then the mother gave the pages back to her little girl, smiled back and told her they were so pretty.

” What a great job you did.”She said to the birthday girl.

A lie was born in that moment and a seed was planted. The thrill of getting away with it, the thrill of how manipulation works…and the thrill of how far others in the room would allow it to go.

I was afraid that the birthday girl would get in trouble if she shared her Holly Hobby pages with me, I believed her when she said she would get in trouble.

My silence was a form of lying, the adult not calling out the obvious lie was also another form of lying, but the biggest lie in the room was the original one that the birthday girl planted to see what she could get away with. She learned well that day. I believe that was her biggest gift she received that day…how to work a lie. All three of us in the moment, were in the dance of a lie.

I had been manipulated into lying because of fear. I knew what trouble meant…it usually in my case always meant a whipping.

Once a liar is born, they become so good at the lying game that they actually get to a point where they start to believe their own tall tales. They have a special way with speech too.. they invent their own way of speaking…their native language becomes the language of lies.

Here’s another example of how someone could convince themselves they aren’t lying….

Let’s say someone takes a trip to California, and someone asks them about it. The person in question is thinking in their own head, telling themselves…they didn’t go to California, they went to Disneyland. So when they look another person in the eye, they can lie easier and say…

“I didn’t go to California”

But they always say it with a tiny little curled up lip smirk in one corner of their mouth and their eyes will also do a sort of dance, like a quick blink of looking down, or to the side, when key words are spoken, it’s quick, you might miss it when it happens. but it’s there. Sometimes you can even catch a tiny bit of a smile in their eyes as well. The thrill of lying sometimes is hard to hide in their faces…in their eyes. It’s why they can’t hold that lye in their eyes for long…oh you will get those cold stare types that can look you eye to eye and lie…but there is always something in their body language that gives the lie away. I believe these types of individuals are actually having a conversation in their own head twisting words to create half truth/half lies in those moments.

Saying some parts out loud (the lie) and some parts to themselves in their own heads (the truths) convincing themselves that what they are doing, is in fact telling the truth…they are just saying the true part inside their heads….that’s still a lie.

A liars body language is a little bit harder to control when telling a lie though, because every one of them has some sort of tic that gives their lies away. The trick is finding out what it is, and you have to be around them enough to do that, which I never suggest…always get away from characters like this. Where they have become experts at lying, you will have to become an expert at reading their body language. Reading the lie is what I call it. And if any of you have experienced living around liars…believe me…you will become an expert at reading lies.

Just like in the case of my ex employee when she took those bags of gifts. She convinced herself that the moment she grabbed those bags as the mother walked away…those bags of items were now hers. Telling herself she wasn’t stealing, so she wasn’t lying when asked if those bags were hers, maybe even twisting her words a bit …

“Oh no, they’re mine, they belong to me”

She was leaving out a very important part to this story…the beginning, middle and the end.

You can fill in the blanks with just about anything. It’s still a form of lying. Having a conversation with or having to live around or be around someone like that…it’s dangerous. You will never win, because they never play by any real rules. Their rules are constantly changing in their own heads .

Another example of a type of lying is when conversations are changed and directed to do another type of word dance. An example of that would be when lets say a conversation happens about setting healthy boundaries, maybe the one trying to set healthy boundaries, is trying to defend the reasons behind it, and the liar doesn’t like having rules set in place, so they have a hysterics kind of reaction. Over reacting to the healthy boundaries being set in place.

They may start bringing up events that are horrible and off topic, events they say happened to them at some time or another in their past, to shock the other person…redirecting the conversation in a different direction and changing the whole topic all together.

They do this so that later when this event and conversation is taken back into their circle of manipulated people, back to the ones they influence, they can say a whole different story to events that happened. Leaving out the main points to the conversation or argument. Deliberately leaving out what happened in the beginning, middle and end of the confrontation is still a form of lying. They do this to cause chaos and confusion to what really happened. In their desperation they need to create another scenario…to change history to favor them .

They have to twist things to make themself out as being the victim. Meanwhile the actual victim is the one being made out as the cruel and unkind one. A twisting of transgressions like some nightmare hot potato game where “Tag…you’re it”. Now you are the one being accused of what they actually did.

Then there’s the smear lie. The victim will have no idea they are being set up behind their backs, but they may feel something is up. They start experiencing a lot of silent awkward moments, side eyes and sneers when they walk into a room. People just stop talking to them, or around them. Conversations suddenly stop when they enter the area, people don’t want to share anything with them. This all could mean you have a trouble maker in your midst…a saboteur.

Yanny, Laurel, left, right, truth, and lies…what to you see, what do you hear?

I remember once reading a book about sociopaths. It was called “The Sociopath next door”. There was a warning in the book about being cautious around certain personality types.

Anytime you meet someone who starts telling you sob stories about their life, trying to make themselves out as being abused or having a terrible life, or even when they target certain individuals in their circle as being abusers of them when telling their “Victim stories”, be very careful…you could be being manipulated by a sociopath. It doesn’t mean that they haven’t been abused, more than likely they very well could have been. But you have to be very careful when you run into anyone who plays the victim game with you.

Abuse is not an easy subject to talk about. People with personality disorders will try their games out on new people that come into the family. New members come into their lives and now those members get the same sob story…same twisted version of events that happened decades ago. Sociopaths will test their manipulations out on new people who come into their circle, directing the new members to hate the same obsessed family member that they have always secretly resented…keeping that chain going.

All of these differences in individuals that act this way, all have some sort of correlation with one another. Somehow they are dots that connect to form something. It’s like they have been programmed and are being directed to behave this way. These are all tests in my opinion…but for what?

The weird thing about that Yanny and Laurel thing is that I noticed something else about what everyone heard. Depending on the sound you heard, your personality type also seemed to match up with it. I heard something different then the one who asked me the question at that dinner. We were both different in so many other ways too.

Now…lets fast forward some years, sitting in a restaurant for a family birthday party years ago, none of us knew what was coming to our future in that moment. We didn’t know that a biological bug, sprinkled with some intense fear programing, was headed our way. And everyone sitting at that table was going to be affected by it. None of us were escaping that, the emotional damage alone left a scar.

When the bug battle came knocking at everyone’s door, I noticed it once again…the change…was it another test? Some of us it seemed…we went a different direction.

And the ones who decided not to go the easier route of getting into a line, frightened ourselves of course, wondering if we were making the right choice…we were HATED.

” You didn’t get in the line did you? Why didn’t you get in line?

One morning, I watched as history played itself out, and what I was seeing was terrifying. This was a totally different line then a toy line, or water bottle line. It was long lines with individuals in cars, slowly driving up, one after another, with their arms hanging out the sides of their windows, creeping up slowly in their vehicles for their reward…the prize was a little different than the sticker my past employee waited in line for.

Up above on my giant screen, as I watched live in the comfort of my living room, were two smaller zoom boxes on that screen with two very important leaders communicating with the local newscaster on the scene down below. Two world leaders in their zoom boxes watched as this live scene played out for them. We all watched, me in the comfort of my home, and everyone else from the states they were in … the wonders of technology, oh how far we have come. In the two Zoom boxes on the live screen, one world leader was laughing and the other was smiling in a way that reminded me of those ugly little fuzzy monster dolls they sell now, with all those sharp little teeth.

Everyone smiling, waiting to get what everyone else was getting. It was another line. Was everyone in that line afraid of maybe not getting what everyone else was getting? Waiting, hopeful, that they would get what someone else didn’t get. Or maybe they were pressured into it somehow. Frightened and upset about the unknown…they were basically being bullied into doing something they didn’t want to do.

My husband walked up behind me to see what it was that held my attention, standing up in my living room as I watched that screen. I felt him next to me in that moment and I went back into the past and remember that moment years ago, before we had our children, when I said the same statement I was about to say once again….

” Something very scary is going on out there” I whispered as I watch a whole new type of line, a line of many vehicles.

Some people did one thing and some people did another when it came to the bug wars. It showed everyone’s true colors though, and in a twisted way sadly, I guess that could be viewed as a relief to some. No more second guessing of who was who. That bug let us all know. The hate was the worse part to this. The hate that was coming our way.

The two of us sitting at that table in that restaurant all those years back, before the bug battle, hearing different sounds, one Yanny and the other Laurel…we both ended up doing things differently when an actual battle came knocking at our door, and we both heard different sounds. That’s what I remember, we heard differently and we did differently….that’s what I will always remember. That person… got in that line.

And one would eventually turn to hatred and the other would walk away.

All this could be some sort of clue to why some go down a different path than others. How like minded people always seem to stick together to gang up on the odd one out. Now days, things have gotten a little bit more extreme, everything has intensified.

Visually our senses are picking up things too. The sounds and the images together are creating a bad reaction of some sort. Like TiKTok the clock goes…hypnotizing away. Words that are chosen, to label things…there are clues and meanings in them as well….think about that one. How many people right now are fantasizing about being TiKTok famous…they’ll do anything for it, scrolling, and scrolling one short clip after another. What are they being directed to do? The perfect recipe for chaos. It’s not enough to be different and everyone is okay with that…now it’s like…

“YOU BETTER THINK LIKE ME … OR ELSE!!!!”

People that normally loved each other, or pretended to, now all of a sudden can’t stand to be in the same room with each other because they don’t agree on something. It could be anything, not just politics. Although nowadays they make it all about politics. What happen to just being happy with each other’s differences…where did that go?

Maybe they were always like that, and now the only thing that’s really changed , is that everyone feels okay finally speaking out loud to who they really are…who they have always been. It’s okay to be open about discontent now. Kind of trendy too, like all those individuals waiting in long lines waiting for little pieces of future dumpster treasures, little bits of plastic and stickers…it’s trendy to be combative now. It’s trendy to hate.

Have you ever noticed how popular those hate sites are on social media? How popular negativity gets pushed and favored on social media? Anyone out there spreading hatred, they are actually thinking they are “Standing up” to “injustices” in the world…but in all actuality all they are doing is spreading more hate. I believe they love the feeling that hate gives them. They actually think they are popular… they’re not…they are just a tool for the system that is in place for the moment….for the moment. Believers know the ending to this story.

“Evil can not create, so what does it do…it tries to imitate everything that God does, and distorts it in it’s own way.” spoken by a woman on social media as she cries.

People who are part of the hate system, they aren’t actually making the world better. It’s like an enjoyable hobby to them. I’m not writing about people who are coming forward and confronting these types of individuals, they aren’t the ones causing discontent…they are just the ones sick of the ones creating it.

You know what is really annoying…having to hear all the negative rambles from these personality types, going on and on about their issues with others and when you finally stand up to them, they turn it around, tell you to stop, that you lie, that you are making things up, and that you are the one that is doing what they have been doing for years. They can give a lie, but they can’t take the truth…they can give it but they can’t take it.

Depending on what your brain scan says or your hearing frequency states…some people might not like what I am writing here about things being intense out there in the world. If they think the glass is always half empty, growing up they were always that way. Maybe they’re enjoying the show right now, loving that energy and environment that the world is in at the moment. Like an electric charge for them.

Lets reverse this… what about those individuals that see the glass half full, they’re the opposite of the other one. Half full types try to create opportunities of connections. Sharing and doing what they can to teach and give to others. They have empathy in their hearts. They try to live their life in a way that does the least amount of harm. Setting up opportunities of community…trying to connect with others in healthy ways.

The “other” hates that. The “other” has always secretly resented their opposites as trying to always make things better. You’re making them look bad. After all, they work so hard smearing others behind their backs, and then you go out and prove them wrong. That’s why they say…just give it to God…He will expose all the lies and ugliness going on, it always happens.

Something very strange is in fact going on out there, and it’s playing with everyone. Sadly. it’s breaking some. So what is this post really about, is it about Yanny or Laurel? Is it about manipulators? Is it about wanting a trendy item?

It’s about dancing with lies, that’s what it’s about…we’re all in the dance now. It’s time to get out, time to step away and make a whole other dance…leave those silver tongued dancers to themselves. Don’t engage with them, don’t hate with them, don’t be with them.

It’s time to start doing the right things, doing good things to cancel out the bad. Go out in your community, greet people, start an art club, or a book club…volunteer somewhere, donate things, start a bartering system within your own neighborhood, mow your yard and the next door neighbors yard too, just for fun. Do kind deeds and start shutting off these screens as much as possible. Learn a new skill, bake something, grow something and then share it with someone.

Leave the instigating, unforgiving, grudge holding, hate baiting dancers to their own devices…but pray for them. In their arrogance, their irrelevance to the world, and their own sad reality that they are nothing. except broken…they do need our prayers. Everyone should know and live in peace.

So what do you hear?…what have you been told to hear, what lies do you see? It’s a test…you’re in the dance now.

I dedicate this post to my father…rest in peace dad.

“The truth will always set you free. Live in Truth and you will always know freedom. This is more than a battle…it’s the spiritual battle that we are all in now.”

Stay safe out there everyone, and may God bless you and protect you and yours always. Pray hard tonight. Tonight and for the next few days many prayers are needed.

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