I/we love the inspiration that many people have contributed to this site , for sure. I also love tools to that help me to be real to face the truth of what is in every moment.
I find this being in acceptance of what is to require great discipline , even for self and ones having years of spiritual practice under their belts.
A good place to start , as good as any, I suppose, is to look at where we are hiding from the truth.
Perhaps the author of the poem below speaks for you in some measure. I read every so often to have a scan of what I am doing in my life.It is very long and I will present sections of it, at a time.
It is entitled ,"Please Hear What I Am Not Saying." author unknown
"Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask.;I wear a thousand masks,
masks that I am afaid to take off.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me.
but don't be fooled---for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give u the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and Im in command,
and that I need no one.
Bu t don't believe me.
I feel this how I coped with many of the challenges I faced. I simply decided at some point not to allow others to see me being vulnerable, desperate to understand, aching like an open sore. That worked until my mom at age 82, was killed by a stranger in the night a few years back.
Please, if u are prompted toward pity for mother or our family, it has never and does not help ones grieving. It has a lower energetic vibration than many other feelings we might choose..
She was ready to leave her body. She had told me many times.
I ached for the words I did not say, for the kindness I might have shown. I let her masks and mine interfere with the business of living. ..for we are all imperfect birds sharing the same nest....even if we live alone and know no one.
I wanted so much to understand what occurred in spiritual terms when what there was to do was feel it , surrender to the pain of it, the gift of it.
Life is much easier now. I accept what is before me, letting the judgement of it, or wanting it to be different, letting that go more and more. I find that richness and interconnection I have so longed for with many others, I find it right here in my heart.,everywhere I go, regardless of how people interact with me.
The choice is mine to connect with others by connectng with the heart of life within me. In this way, there is less fear of unmasking, and more love of the truth.
I'd invie you to share your story about masking/unmasking.