06-08-2015, 12:00 AM
transitions wrote:...letting words {code for experiences} fall where they may...i see the void as important here, to send the negative ones there, transmuting them..
Perfect!
serloco, I confuse you with words. Shame is not a public matter, nor a corrector of bad behavior; its premise is in separation from 'world.' To be phenomenologically exact, shame is awareness of futile isolation.
True perception that one cannot meaningfully belong is not the core issue. Attuning to shame {futile isolation} is the tell-all> one cannot meaningfully be. (period)
I had no conscious cues about shame, until 45 years after some of its core manifestations as a boy. {In adult life I exceeded common self-esteem criteria} Then a few years ago a marital challenge led to unwitting RECAPITULATION as I wrote a researched autobiography to keep my sanity. I could go very deep into evolutionary and existential millieu of shame which I learned about.
I am saying that in privacy you can use your overt manifestations of shame to attune to (access) the phenomenological core. Initially, it is an imposing venture here, and confronts all facets of self-esteem. It is fucking necessary as I SEE it to intend to SEE one's dark, empty meaningless void.
Each time I stirred a sense of my worthlessness and effectively moved through shame's portals in attempted negation > the greater my peace, the greater my SELF.
One of the unintentional aspects was a heightening of my sexuality. Oh yeah, life is profoundly sexual.
What do you call a paraplegic thrown in the roadside ditch?
Phil
Perfect!
serloco, I confuse you with words. Shame is not a public matter, nor a corrector of bad behavior; its premise is in separation from 'world.' To be phenomenologically exact, shame is awareness of futile isolation.
True perception that one cannot meaningfully belong is not the core issue. Attuning to shame {futile isolation} is the tell-all> one cannot meaningfully be. (period)
I had no conscious cues about shame, until 45 years after some of its core manifestations as a boy. {In adult life I exceeded common self-esteem criteria} Then a few years ago a marital challenge led to unwitting RECAPITULATION as I wrote a researched autobiography to keep my sanity. I could go very deep into evolutionary and existential millieu of shame which I learned about.
I am saying that in privacy you can use your overt manifestations of shame to attune to (access) the phenomenological core. Initially, it is an imposing venture here, and confronts all facets of self-esteem. It is fucking necessary as I SEE it to intend to SEE one's dark, empty meaningless void.
Each time I stirred a sense of my worthlessness and effectively moved through shame's portals in attempted negation > the greater my peace, the greater my SELF.
One of the unintentional aspects was a heightening of my sexuality. Oh yeah, life is profoundly sexual.
What do you call a paraplegic thrown in the roadside ditch?
Phil

