The Mi-Nute Truth

“Ah, yes, the backlog of experiences is building. Being in the experience is edging out talking about it!” …to quote my friend PP. So many things happening for me so fast that I can’t keep up. Seems like as soon as I decided to begin writing people showed up to receive my wyrds. Here underlies what’s been on my mind:

In the 1980’s I was involved with a personal growth organization that promoted workshops. There was a particular process that brought a great and long-lasting teaching. The effects of the process seemed to seep into my consciousness over the next couple of years.

Here’s what we were instructed for the process:
Sit in a dyad. Choose who will go first. While your partner sits and listens without providing any verbal feedback, or even gestures that indicate feedback, tell your partner of an incident or something within yourself that is bothersome. Everyone followed the instructions. We thought that was the exercise. Nope!

Once each person finished this was the next instruction that came: Now tell your partner what really happened and what you’re really feeling. I remember feeling a big whoosh of energy cross the room, a room filled with a couple of hundred people …a kind of rocket that took some time to land. Well, the story told the second time sounded similar, but definitely not the same. And everyone thought that was the end of that process. Again, nope!

Here was the third instruction that came: This time really tell what happened; really tell what you felt. Really tell the truth. The silence was deafening. Shortly thereafter began tears flowing like a tidal wave across the entire room.

The third telling. Hmm……I began to call this telling “the mi-nute truth”.

I coined the process “the mi-nute truth”.

Mi-nute truth. The story below the story below the story. The truth below the truth below the truth.

A person’s “simple truth” without layers of story [protections, fabrications, sales pitches, avoidances, manipulations, diversions] on top of it.

Mi-nute truth. The truth of the truth of the truth.

Mi-nute truth. The tiniest nuggets… that is the simple truth. What is the simple truth? The simple truth is what is.

When I play with the words, here is what shows up:
My Nute Truth. My nut truth. The truth within my nut.

Nut:
Offensive Term: for somebody with a psychiatric disorder
Hard fruit: the fruit of a plant, especially a tree, with a hard outer shell containing the seed

Muse with me. Complexity, entanglements form when I don’t tell the truth. Then I can forget what the truth really is or was. I lose my head. I go “nuts”.

When I don’t tell the truth I create a hard outer shell to protect whatever it is that compels me to not tell the truth. The seed within the shell, the truth, could bear its own fruit if I was willing to tell it. Fruit? Might the fruit be called “intimacy”? Hmmm.

Tell the mi-nute truth and watch your intimacy grow.