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I had listened to a recording of lazaris about shame. It was great, one of those tapes that somehow change how you see life.
I did the meditiation and visited my house of shame. I always said I trust a stranger more than anyone I know, and in my safe place I could not find anyone from my life to go into the house of shame with me and help me. A stranger who's videos I watch joined me, and she went with me into the room of death, and after I had stood up to my mother after she had dumped her shame on me, this stranger took away my bag of shame as we walked down the street.
In the days after I had done this meditaion, I felt as though the stitches of my life had been ripped open and thousands of festering wounds became aparent.
I had been pretending nothing was wrong for so long that I forgot my hurt was real.
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Posted by islandstorm on 2008-01-22 21:57:19 | Rating: | Views: 62
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