Just about the first thing we throw down into the Shadow is our own Superconscious Self- our own sense of Presence. In a world where most adults have learned to huddle behind facades, the unconditioned freedom and openness of Presence, while often deeply appreciated (because deep down even the most hardened hearts tend to remember our original Innocence), eventually exposes the shadows and fears of those around it, as if sucking poison from a buried wound, and is so often pushed away and discouraged. The spiritual revolution entails a return to that innocent, unconditioned Presence, a letting go of all those masks, and a homecoming to the Self of all those parts of the psyche stashed in the bowels of the Bastille like Shadow. This is one of the great end goals of meditation- we grok that there was never a need for such walls, for we have been home the whole time, temporarily forgetful monarchs wandering through our own realms.