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This Thing Called Trust...
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
December 2, 2011

Where we had aimed for in our dreams! Image Trust is priceless. It’s always pristine. There is nothing else in the world that would be a fair trade for it in any quantity. Beware the tricksters with bags of iron-pyrite. They may look valuable to your face but lift a corner of the page and you’ll find the true nature of their facades.

It’s all too easy to give into promises from any source. Whatever their wares, everything looks attainable. They shove it in your face with a dash of hoopla. It all looks great and smells like a hot fresh full course meal radiating elegance from gilded chinaware.

A trickster can lull you in. Once that happens it’s easy for their contamination to lead you into spreading their disease on to everyone you meet thereafter, even in idle conversation. Promises bridge every degree of separation and those you pass the infection on to usually don’t know it until after you’ve discovered the true nature of your situation.

By the time you’re backpedaling you already know damage will be inevitable. That damage can come from anywhere. The trickster is so good at it that on the surface it appears they had nothing to do with your downfall into ruin. True, you have no one to blame but yourself, but it’s also true that you have the trickster to blame as well for perpetuating the whole ball of wax. In this case lack of pessimism and/or caution did not help either.

In my case I had the trickster telling me what he was going to put into my left hand. Time was of the essence. He wanted to move as quickly as possible. I agreed without anything in writing. In my right hand I had the opportunity to set up everything into motion that would be precipitated by what would soon be in the left. I signed everything I needed to on the right. The left went empty on promises that soon evaporated into the ether from which they came. The left hand is now the sole bearer of a few names, two of which might just be the same person. The right is burned thru with the friction of having to part with Twenty-three-hundred-and-twenty-five-dollars of my hard earned money. That was the only way to keep from being sued for far more. I was lucky enough to have some really good people in my corner that I could not have done without. The next time I venture into such waters they will be the first phone calls I make.