Dear Spiritual
Partner,
I am always amazed
by the depth, beauty, and power of
people. I see these things often at our events, and they thrill me. Four
years ago at our first urban Journey to the Soul retreat, a large,
beautiful, black woman stood to speak. She was big in size, voice, and
presence, but she was trembling and struggling to find her voice. A
previous sharing about loss had activated a frightened part of her
personality, a part deep in terror, pain, rage, and humiliation. She spoke
haltingly. "I am fed up with it. I am sick of being afraid. I am so
tired of fearing the police. How many more of my black friends will be
arrested, beaten, or killed?" She was sobbing with despair and rage
and powerlessness. "Everyone I know who is black fears being stopped
by the police. The police always have a reason. Its driving while black. Or
breathing while black." Now her whole body was shaking, and her face
was wet with tears. She held to the back of a chair to remain standing.
"I am fed up!" she struggled to say again. "FED UP!"
Then she seemed to physically grasp herself and said in a different voice.
"A frightened part of my personality is fed up. It has had enough.
Enough!"
The transformation was
palpable. Before she was speaking from a frightened part of her
personality. Now she was talking about it. She was present again.
Her shaking stopped, but her face was still wet. This strong woman was an
executive in a multinational corporation. And she was black, terrified of
the police, and had had enough. I could see her centering herself, scanning
interior places for painful physical sensations, and deciding not
to act on them more. This was a moment of creating authentic power.
It was intimate and heroic. As she moved beyond the fear of beatings
and bullets, beyond the control of this part of her personality, she
entered a courageous, compassionate, and caring part of her personality,
and we all moved with her.
Another woman on
the other side of the room stood up. She was small and blonde. "I am
the wife of a cop," she said. "My husband is not like that. I
feel what you are saying, but he is not like that." There we were, all
of us, courageously experiencing the ragged tear in our country and in our
world without the anesthetics of righteousness and rage. It took courage,
because creating authentic power always does. It requires challenging painful
frightened parts of your personality that are so strong they shake your
body or so beguiling they envelop you in blaming. These two souls did
neither. They cultivated loving parts of their personalities,
the big black woman and the white wife of the white cop.
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