Archive for June, 2011


So I thought I’d share my experiences the day following my prior post.  Previously I was describing how I got a “wake up call” at my workplace with an email with language expressing how people were either greatly disappointed or upset with me.  It made me feel really bad and then evoked fear as I would have to face some of these people in future meetings in the coming days.  Then on the day I was preparing to get confronted with some of the potentially upset people in a couple of my meetings something odd happened and I wanted to share.

I remember waking up early morning dreading to head out to work.  I so badly wanted to call in sick as my stomach was feeling bad. But I knew if I did that I’d postpone the inevitable confrontations that needed to be made at my workplace.  That in fact postponing it would make things worse as I’d have to stress out for several more days waiting in anticipation.  In someways it’s a bit like way back when we were all in school and preparing for a really difficult final exam.  On the day of the exam we’d almost wish it would get postponed, but then again we just wanted to get it over with.

So then when I arrived at my office, I looked over my calendar and reviewed the times of two particularly stressful meetings I was about to have.  Actually, stressful is an understatement, they were terrifying. So for about half an hour I was panicking. But then suddenly something wierd happened. It was like something subtle infiltrated my cells and I wasn’t trembling, I wasn’t as scared.  The facts of what I was about to face remained the same.  Yes my meetings would remain just as challenging and stressful as they were before, but it was almost like some invisible force just injected me with a “protection” drug and I felt OK.

No more were there voices in me crying “AAAHHHH, Oh my God!!!” Now the voices were suddenly saying “Well, I got a job to do.  It will be challenging but just be totally honest and address the issues or questions as they come.  It will all be OK, no matter what happens.  If a team member gets upset with me and vents that’s OK, it’s just part of being a human.”   So I was still feeling the fear, but it was suddenly and noticeably dampened.  It was just all OK.

This sensation that came over me defies words to properly describe, except to call it “Grace.”  One might think that this calmness that overcame me was the result of sound psychology with me trying to challenge the negative voices with logical and positive thoughts.  No.  Here clearly no amount of psychological self talk helped.  I can only explain it as a feeling of security spontaneously that came over me.  And once I recognized it a feeling of tremendous gratitude welled up inside of me.  And I said “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!”

And my two stressful meetings came and went.  Yes they were both challenging.  But as I was in the meetings there were times I became an observer of the words I was saying.  At times my words seemed glib, and I would think to myself “wow that was well said Wilson”  All the thoughts I wanted to express, were expressed. Nothing was forgotten.  My vocabulary was fully intact.  And everyone else seemed far far less upset then I originally feared.  Everything turned out fine.

Afterwards, I breathed a sigh of relief that a stressful day came and went, that I survived and that in fact things were not as bad as I feared.  But even more importantly my emotions were not as bad as they could have been because the Power of “Grace” came over me.

So last week I finished my first year of BBSH (Barbara Brennan School of Healing). There’s a concept that all students are familiar with and that is the concept of contraction following a full week of emersion in the immensely healing and supportive template of the students and teachers at the school.  Each week back I’d say my contractions have been easier, so I was sort of expecting this time back from the final week of school would have been a breeze.  So like an over confident student I sauntered from school, to a plane back to Delaware, and right back into days of intense business meetings.  And I almost danced right thru it and then I got a sucker punch in an email from one of my several bosses at work.  I mean objectively it wasn’t that bad, but I still couldn’t help feel ashamed and defeated. Well to be deeply honest, I felt really ashamed, defeated and even quite scared.

The timing seemed to come out of nowhere.  And in the end because of the manner it came so unexpectedly and almost didn’t seem to make sense, it also seemed to have an element of divine intervention.  Like this was yet again a well timed poke at me using just the right words to feed into the critical voices in me that conclude that I am a “bad person”

It is very interesting all the subtle avenues to sucker punch me into that “bad person” feeling.  If someone said “I’m really angry with you Wilson”  That’s one thing.  But when someone applies some kind of social label to what I did it becomes elevated to a higher standard.  If you label me “rude” or just “inappropriate” it feels no longer the mere opinion of one person, but rather a fact based upon all of humanity.  At least that’s how I take it in emotionally.  So if you don’t tell me your emotions but instead label my actions as “rude”, “immoral”, “inappropriate”, “disgusting”, “dishonorable”, “most disappointing”, “subpar” then it’s like God declaring me “bad” and abandoning me.  These are indirect sucker punches that to me say “you’re bad” and for me that’s often too painful to exist.

And so this past week back home in Delaware has been about realizing that I actually have been weathering a storm.  I just didn’t realize it until I got a sucker punch that’s making me really feel bad and lacking as a decent human being.

So far what has helped is, of course, the memory of my experiences at BBSH and all those so many cherished class mates who forever stunned me over and over again with expressions of unbelievable acceptance and approval.  Namaste, Namaste, Namaste, Shey – Shey, Shey – Shey,  Gracious, Mucho Gracious, Thank you, Thank You, is all I can say for the gift of seeing me once more.  I must admit right now I’m having difficulty seeing me again, but the evidence and data locked in too many brain cells are now too well intrenched. And they all sing for me.

And so even beyond the gift of those memories and the many more I hope to meet with, there still remains this pain of “I’m bad” “I’m scared”  and then the more adult persona that hides words of “I’m bad” with “I’m OK, I’m a grown up, but I should have done this better.  That was a poor performance thing you did.  Such a disappointment”.  And so with this complex dynamic of voices, opinions and emotions all stirring up underneath an adult ego shell of me pretending to look “OK I’m fine” in this every day world, I can only do one thing.

Accept them all.  I accept you voice that says “I’m bad”  I accept you critical voices that say “I should have …. or I shouldn’t of …”  Come out complain, criticize, blame, cry and speak your peace over and over again as much as you want.  I love you and accept you.  Come out all you dark, rejected, lost and forgotten aspects of me come out, I love you especially, because you have come out.  I love you all because you exist.  The ones that have done shameful things, think shameful thoughts, feel shameful emotions, act so less than what is expected of you, have or are failing, have or are becoming a big disappointment,  I love you especially most because you have spoken up or have come out and have asked to be seen.

Come now, Come now. I love you.  Come in my arms.  Let me Love you.  You are all so so so So especially precious.

And so in this place of integrated self love of all the parts of me.  I stand vulnerable, weak, but able to watch a future that might scare me, like watching a gigantic Tsumani wave a thousand feet high coming towards me ready to wipe me away.  I am powerless to defend.  Yet all is well.  I love you all.  I hear voices cry “I’m scared, I’m scared” and then I say to that voice “Oh so dear voice I love you, come here let me hold you!”  I will be with you all the way.

Love.