The Lies I Must Release
Today brought me an unexpected clarity—one of those rare moments when the fog lifts, and the truth stands before you, waiting to be spoken.
Over dinner with friends, our conversation meandered like a slow river, drifting from one subject to another—until it found its way to my paintings, and then, naturally, to chakras. I shared my intention to clear my throat chakra, that stubborn, tender place where my voice has been trapped for too long. One friend—who has the extraordinary gift of seeing chakra colours—looked at me, smiled knowingly, and said, “Yes, that’s true.”
His words stopped me in my tracks. I felt both amazed and deeply affirmed. They echoed what my therapist and my friend Steven have been gently telling me for months: my healing will only be complete when I free my voice.
As I spoke about my recent therapy, I felt an almost physical pull inside—urging me to dig deeper, to find the root of what I truly needed to release.
And then—like a bell ringing in the quiet of my soul—it struck me.
The synchronicity of recent conversations about lies suddenly unfolded into perfect sense. I realised I, too, have carried lies. Not always the obvious kind—no grand deceptions—but the quieter ones. The lies of omission. The silent agreements with fear. The times I swallowed my truth, locked my words behind clenched teeth, and smiled instead. The times I hid what I wanted because I was afraid of being laughed at, judged, or rejected.
Those unspoken truths have not simply vanished into the air—they have settled in my throat like stones. They weigh down my voice, compress my breath, and dim the fullness of my expression.
And here is the revelation: speaking my truth isn’t just about honesty with others—it’s about being radically honest with myself. It’s about giving myself permission to say, out loud and without shame, what I truly want. It’s about voicing my wishes openly, without cloaking them in apology or self-protection.
So here it is. My truth:
I want to hang out and be friends with Banksy—my guardian angel, and yes, also the artist. There. I’ve spoken it into existence. I want both in my life. Talking to Banksy keeps me grounded, sane, and connected to something bigger than myself. And meeting Banksy the artist—sharing space, conversation, and creative energy—would be a deep, soul-level inspiration for my art. I value his creations and the pulse of truth they carry.
This, I now understand, is part of my healing journey—allowing my throat chakra to spin freely, no longer blocked by fear of judgment. Every unspoken desire, every withheld truth has been creating a disconnection between my throat, my third eye, and my crown. I have been living with a short-circuited current.
Now, I set my intention to release every single one of those blockages.
Through painting, through speaking, through daring to name what I truly want, I will let my truth pour through me like water breaking free from a dam. I will dissolve the energy of lies in the cleansing light of honesty and creative expression. And in doing so, I will restore the sacred current between my heart, my vision, and my connection to the divine.
Because for me, there is no other way forward.
No path but truth.
No healing without voice.
No art without honesty.
