Good morning Pablo,
still some sense of guilt/shame for times when my selfish actions have resulted in suffering for others.
still sometimes automatic inner responses to other people as if there is some kind of self responsible for their actions.
Has this happened since we last spoke?
If you recall an incident of that happening, what is your cerebral reaction?
What is your visceral reaction?
Notice that i'm not asking (or interested) in the event - but in your relationship to it.
Now, Just to drive it home... Yes. It happens.
But what is “it” that happens? Let’s cut it open.
When guilt arises—when shame pulses—what exactly is going on now?
Let’s dissect it right here:
Right now, bring to mind one of those “selfish” actions you regret.
Wait for the guilt. Let it arrive.
Now stop.
Don’t move forward in the story. Drop it.
Where is the guilt felt?
Where in the body?
What are the exact sensations? Be precise—throbbing? heat? tension?
Stay there.
Now:
Who is guilty?
Don’t answer—look.
Who is guilty?
Find the exact place where the guilty one exists.
Not the sensation—not the story—the one who “should’ve known better.”
Can you find it?
You’re not done yet.
Now recall a moment when someone hurt you.
Let the reaction arise.
Now freeze it.
What just happened inside?
A contraction? An image of them? A defensive posture in the gut?
What made it feel like they did something to you?
Was there a distinct, autonomous “they”—or just a bundle of conditions unfolding, like a wave hitting your shore?
Go slow. Watch the internal movie frame by frame.
Can you find the “other” behind the eyes of that body?
Is there a director inside them, or just behavior arising like weather?
You say “irrational, dysfunctional, but it happens.”
Exactly. So stop treating these moments as problems to fix.
They are revelations.
They expose where selfing still runs the show.
Every spike of guilt, every flash of blame is a notification saying:
“Here. Still a ‘me’. Still a ‘them’. Still a story of doership being lived as truth.”
So here’s what you do next:
Sit with one of those guilt-shame-body hits.
Stay there. No thought. Just direct, raw sensation.
Let the illusion burn itself out.
Then report:
What did you feel?
What wasn’t there that you thought would be?
What remains when the story dissolves?
Until then, stay right in the fire. Don't run. Don’t fix. Feel. Look. Report.
much love
vince