The genius of the Enneagram is that it clearly called out my false self, which is not divine, but distorted, so I can do something about it. Now I can see a lifetime of ego, pride, fear and striving as the source of wicked anxiety. Of course I’ve been resisting it. The false self I didn’t know I had is fighting for its life.
My soul however, the part Jesus owns, stirs at the possibility of redemption and proper expression of the me he created. Wow. What will that look like?