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The shadow of the human psyche cannot be overlooked in a thorough exploration of personal development. According to the classic resource Owning Your Own Shadow: Understanding the Dark Side of the Psyche, “The shadow is that which has not entered adequately into consciousness.” In translation, it represents those parts of us that are not “acceptable to our society” and thus we have deemed “have to be put away” into the subconscious.
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