
We are familiar with the terms "in the closet" or "having skeleton's in the closet." These terms have come to represent the shame felt in being in alignment with our own beliefs or the shame felt by the effects of someone else forcing their will upon us. We have closet smokers, closet gays, closet pedophiles.
Over the years, I have been known to hide money, love letters and odd gifts in my closet. As a child, I used to hide things that I stole from the mall or corner store. In our physical closets, we hide physical things. In our spiritual closets, we hide our hearts.
When I was in college, I came home from work one summer night to find my dear brother delusional and hiding in my parent's closet. He was experiencing a bad acid trip. I never had that experience, but I could see he was trembling in fear and totally terrified, curled up like an abandoned baby. Somehow, I managed to get him comforted and he started to spill all sorts of irrational fears that he had been carrying around like lead balloons for years. His bad acid trip was just an up close and personal look at his fears and shame.
Shame is considered one of the lowest available frequencies at which, we as humans can resonate. It is no coincidence that it is in the closet where we go to select the wardrobe we want to show the world on any given day. It is in the closet that we put on the illusion of protection. We carefully select an outfit that we think will cover up any shame and insecurities before we venture out.
Recently, my tireless spiritual journey has led me to a Buddhist chanting practice. At one time, this would be something that I would be told to keep to myself or 'in the closet' for fear that others would find me peculiar. I am not quite certain if I have found affinity within a cult, but so far, no one has asked me to bring my checkbook or recruit new members, only to open my heart and receive all the happiness the universe has to give.
After a couple of weeks of this practice, a lovely woman, Elizabeth asked me what I think. Almost braggingly, I said, "I feel a lot happier. I have been chanting in my closet everyday."
As a 24-year practitioner, she inquired as to why I was in the closet. In a flash, I realized I was hiding in there. Was a I ashamed of my own practice? She blurted out for the whole house to hear, "RANDI, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!"
The funny thing was, I was standing right next to a friend and former client of mine, who recently came out of the closet as a lesbian. We laughed. Elizabeth, the kind woman, just removed another layer of my imaginary shell and explained that in order to truly experience happiness, it is important to go through life with an open heart. Chant with an open heart. Bring who you are into your own living room. If you can't be who you are in your own living room, how can you expect to go out into the world with the confidence to be you?
Can you imagine? Feeling like you have to hide in your own house? Then upon further reflection, I realized that most of us live in huge lies. If your physical house represents your whole life, the closet truly does represent the percentage of time that most people spend in Truth, aligned in spirit or being your true authentic self. Imagine, all the time, effort and money that you spend keeping your lies polished and shiny for the comfort of others.
I have since taken my morning and evening chanting into the living room. I have come out of the closet. I chant for Happiness. I chant for Courage. Do you have the courage to come out of the closet? Turn your shame into love and joy!



