A very secretively-intelligent friend of mine once told me the only way to attract truth-sayers is to become one. Truth beams brighter and encourages others to be a speaker of truth, since false preachers are un-enlightened, they don't carry the light within themselves until someone lits it for them.
It is also worth to note people who speak truth also wield power. Deceivers who cover the truth, no doubt, fear it's power. When deliberately hide the truth, it becomes an arrow, and it hones in on the scent like a fear, knowing exactly where to strike.
I thought his thoughts were quite symbolic, seeing how said friend was raised a pathological liar and has an afflicted Mercury in 12th Sagittarius. (He is now a speaker of truth
As one with Mercury in 12th conjunct Neptune I know a little about the truth and how to lie. Mercury is in Libra sextile Mars/Pluto in Leo and Moon in Sag, square Jupiter in Capricorn in 3rd and all my life it has been a constant battle not to exaggerate, but I do not lie, although I always know when others are lieing.
I made a conscious decision many years ago not to lie to others, but then I noticed that people generally don't want to really know the truth. People prefer to stay in their own fantasies, something that Mercury in the 12th can immediately see.
Mercury in 12th is an expert liar. Allow me to bore you with a personal experience.
Some years ago on business I rented a Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows in Los Angeles. I managed to drive off the wrong exit from the I 5 and got lost in Compton, East LA. (Mercury Neptune Jupiter 3rd)
This is not a place you would take your sister on a dream vacation.
It was getting dark and I was the only White guy driving about in this big expensive white car in a very Black neighborhood where no one seemed to obey traffic signals.
I knew I had to ask directions - there weren't any cops about. I stopped at a bar, walked in, and I was the only White guy in a bar that had maybe 100 very tough-looking Black guys that did not look upon me with the love of a brother. If they had had a piano player he'd already stopped playing ...
Somewhere inside me I came up with an Australian accent, an Australian demeanor and a silly grinning attitude - " ello, mate, 'ow ya all diddlin' ... luv yer country cobber ... what's going on mate ... they got any Fosters beer in this pub?"
The Black dudes, who I am sure were about to kill me suddenly shifted in their attitude. A particularly mean-looking guy came up and said, "Where are you from?".
"Aussie mate, Melbun, on 'oliday. 'ow ya diddlin' mate ... want a Fosters? They got any bleedin' Fosters in 'ere? ****** nice country ya got this America ... want a beer mate?"
Well the result was I bought about six beers for some very serious-looking Black dudes, we all had a good time and a few laughs as I rambled on about Aussie (even though I had not been there yet) and they gave me directions on how to get back on the I 5
As I left, shaking all kinds of exotic handshakes with gangsta's the really mean-looking dude said, "Welcome to America man..."
Slightly deceptive but I'm still alive.