Back in October, I opened the comments on this here blog for readers to tell their secrets (which, by the way, you are still welcome to do here using a bogus email address, and I still have no interest in figuring out the secrets’ owners). Since then, I have unburdened myself of lots of secrets, but there is a funny thing about secrets: release one, and three bubble up to take its place. Secrets are like Medusa. Or weeds. Or Gremlins – particularly prolific when you feed them after midnight.
It turns out that once the soul gets a taste of unburdening itself, it doesn’t want to stop, and it will send up secrets from deeper and deeper in the hole. The process is not bad, but it is relentless. The lucky thing is that once the process goes on long enough, you get to the secret of who you really are. In a way, telling secrets is a great, concrete example of one of the myriad ways that self-knowledge -gathered through meditation, yoga, whatever- is a powerful way to serve the world. Know thyself and share a secret with some one who shares a similar secret, and both of you are free.
On a more trivial note, every time I use the word “myriad,” I think of this scene in Heathers. It starts at about 6 minutes, 30 seconds. Twenty-two years later, I still love this movie.
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