This morning I woke up feeling rather clean and whole, then this part of ‘me’ which I have been circling for a while presented itself experientially in such a naked way.
It is shame itself, something inculcated a long time ago and it was simply sitting there underneath the various parts of ‘me’.
And ‘I’ am this shame and this shame is ‘me’, this is what ‘I’ have been ‘being’ underneath many different dramas. But ‘I’ was never able to experience this shame as ‘me’, it was always “over there” and painful to touch.
I experienced it like a flower opening up to reveal a pearl in it’s centre, which was the shame itself, and it is ‘me’.