When shame arises within the IM container, I go squirmy with excitement for the meditator—me if I’m practicing, my fellow meditator(s) if I’m teaching. Shame showing up means freedom is on the move like Aslan.
It is, we know, is perhaps the greatest of all the darknesses.
Shame functions, however, the same as all the other darknesses. It yearns for Our Seeing.
Our Seeing liberates the power within our shame—this Absolute Power that so graciously went underground, unconscious, unseen, to save our lives at some point—this Absolute Power we so geniusly sent underground, unconscious, unseen, to save our own lives at some point.
When we are willing to honor our shame—to approve her, be kind to her, to ask her if she’d like a soft blanket and some coconut tea with oatmilk, perhaps—when we are willing, trembling all over, to take this huuuuuge risk: then shame’s conscious form, her conscious expression, can emerge. (Kinda just like Beauty & the Beast.) This is how we heal our shame.
This degree of seeing often requires a formal container. Always, softness. Exquisite slowness. Sweetness is lovely as well. Unhurried.
And why would you want it any other way?
Why would you risk missing a drop of the otherworldly, downright ethereal transmutation of shame—our beloved, sacred shame that so tenderly cradles our most sacred Absolute Power, until it is safe to be seen—into her conscious expression?
And what is shame’s conscious form?
I’ll begin answering by asking another question: what is our Absolute Power?
It is our capacity to redeem. Our capacity to make something, to render it, innocent. (Notice that Jesus is named The Great Redeemer.)
The frequency of redemption restores a thing to its innocence. To see is to redeem.
So, again: what is shame’s conscious expression?
It is innocence. Innocence is shame’s conscious expression.
And what is innocence?
Innocence is power.
And what is power?
Power is love.
And what is love?
And here is what it all comes down to, the point of it all— & it may seem too simple, but it’s the truth, so take it in slowly & again & again & again:
Love is the capacity to feel good.
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