The Art of Playing Politics | Musings from the Osho Zen Tarot Deck

Which face is real and which face is fake? On the surface, it may be tempting to think it’s the demon that lurks in our basement that comes out at night. But the truth is, they’re both fake. Neither of them reflect the beauty or magnitude of the soul. 

For the past several weeks, I have been acquainting myself with the Osho Zen Tarot Deck. In a way, it is different to any other deck I’ve worked with. And yet, the readings I’ve done with this deck have been startlingly simple–the answers so obvious that it’s unimaginable that we don’t see them. 

The Art of Playing Politics 

So many of us are mired in a world where we play politics. We say one thing and mean another. We cleverly disguise the truth under a mask. We think that by practising diplomacy we are being polite–when in reality we’re preaching kindness and practising inauthenticity. That is what leads to the demon that lurks in our basement and comes out at night.

The unhappiness of the day becomes inescapable–and so we escape into our demons–for we have nowhere else to turn. When we project a reality that is not in line with who we are in our soul, we inevitably encounter people who do the same. We meet other people who wear masks. Our masks meet their masks. We feel isolated and alone–whether we are with people or by ourselves. 

Osho says, “Take a good look at yourself to see if you have been playing this game. What you see might be painful, but not as painful as continuing to play. It doesn’t serve anybody’s interest in the end, least of all yours. Whatever you might achieve in this way will just turn to dust in your hands.”

This is not something that is restricted to our workplaces–although since we spend so much of our daily lives at work, this is where it becomes most apparent. And then we come home and show our loved ones the demons. Then we wonder how and why our personal lives fell apart. All the while, the truth of who we truly are lays obscured underneath the numerous masks that we wear.

Why did we spend all that time playing politics? What was it all for? At the end of the day, we have nothing to show for it. We’re in jobs we detest and our relationships are crumbling because we haven’t invested the time and effort connecting to the people in our lives in a meaningful way. 

So who is the real me?

The Rebel 

The real me is a rebel. And I don’t mean this in a devil-may-care type of way. The real me is a vibrant, strong and colourful soul that will break away from the shackles of politics to live a life that is authentic, healthy and free.

I give compliments and praise because I mean it–and not because I know that saying the right things at the right time will get the other person to like me. That does not mean I brush people aside or bruise their egos–but I know that others will come to value me for my honesty and candour. They can count on me to give an honest opinion when asked and I will accept the consequences come what may. 

I am not fighting against anybody or anything. I am not against authority nor am I am here to disrupt to the status quo. I have discovered my true nature and am determined to live my life in accordance with it. I drop both masks and break away from the shackles of political power that comes with practising the art of compromising my true self.

To many, I may appear to be a stranger because I am not miserable underneath the mask. They may exclude me and deem me an outsider. They don’t like me because I know myself. They don’t like me because they cannot enslave me. And so my presence is upsetting. 

I am the rebel. I am a soul that is discovering it’s true potential. I am free. 

Author: Dipa

Publisher at Mith Books | Author of The Little Light and The Merchant of Stories

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