When we have a breakthrough experience of our truest/highest/bestest self, we conveniently forget our bad debts. “Sure, that Saul guy was a tax collector and a real sonofabitch, I’ll admit, but hey baby, that’s not me, I’m Paul now, can’t you see?” Our leading edge in Kairos gets precisely matched up with their bleeding edge in Chronos. Those closest to us aren’t willing or able to trust the New Me, until we’ve acknowledged and atoned for the Old Me that might have hurt them in the past.
