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*My Confessions*
The past few months I’ve been deeply contemplating the notion of death and rebirth.
Death and resurrection.
And the importance, if not the sheer necessity, of choosing to die before we die.
There are myriad ways to experience the kind of death that I’m talking about, but the hardest one, the most pertinent one at this point in my individual and our collective evolutionary development, and the tender truth that I’ve personally struggled with the most, is the one where I cut my heart open and admit to myself and to others how, despite my naive “best intentions” I have often been downright selfish and destructive.
Where I recognize and empathize with the pain and heartbreak that I’ve caused to those I’m in relationship with;
Along with an acknowledgement and account of what it has actually cost me and them.
That’s a true ego death.
And one that I have been utterly unwilling to surrender to, up until now.
In part, because the selfishness and the destructiveness in my experience is obviously not the whole story. Naturally, I’m reticent to let the world to know about the darker aspects that have expressed through me.
Because of course I also have the capacity to be loving, supportive and inspiring in partnership, and…
