Dream: mortified

 

There is a panel discussion of some sort, and I am in the panel. At some point, the others share their impressions of me and these are not very favorable. I am mortified. 

I am ashamed. Yet, there is also a sense of alignment there. An alignment with truth, because I know what they are saying is true. (Although sometimes in a different way than how they present it.) I am humbled. Relieved. It feels good to allow it to sink in. To have it out in public. To not have to protect an image.

Whenever I am receptive to this – to stories that do not fit my desired self-image yet has truth to it – there is that sense of being mortified. Ashamed. Humbled. More aligned with truth.

I can open to it, allow space in all direction, allow it to sink in. Be with it. Feel it. Allowing images to realign. There is a sense of nurturing fullness. Shared humanity. A quiet gratitude. 

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Initial draft…

A group of people share their impressions of me in pulic, and I am mortified. 

There is a sense of being humbled, and also of alignment. I know what they are saying is true (sometimes in a different way than they see it), so there is a sense of alignment. Of truth. 

Whenever I am receptive to these things – to stories that may not fit my desired or familiar self-image yet still has truth to it – there is that sense of being mortified, yet also humbled and of coming more into alignment. 

I can open to it, allow space in all direction, allow it to sink in. Be with it. Feel it. Allowing images to realign. And there is a sense of fullness. A nurturing fullness. Shared humanity. Alignment with truth. Humility. Receptivity.

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