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Acceptance of what is is a good first step beyond the doorway of stillness. For me, I find that I need to go further than that, to actively and deliberately embrace what is with joy. It is possible, maybe even likely, to accept - or to believe that you have accepted - while still harboring a lot of negativity.
The bad crap, I think, must be greeted with the same energy and enthusiasm as the good.
Anger and other negative states are always present but only as potentialities , nothing more. To say that they are always present is inaccurate, in my view. They arise, they fade, they arise again, over and over, habitual reactions to particular stimuli. Sometimes we cling to them, and then they never die,
Buddha nature, our original face before we were born. We have it always, but we are plunged at birth into this cauldron of stimuli, this Samsara thing, and we forget, and we have to seek it out, rediscover it.
Anger and all that, we don't need to seek that out - it just keeps popping up everywhere until we are fooled into thinking that that is our nature, the natural order of things, but I believe that it is not. Buddhism shows that we have a choice.
The Christian dogma of original sin, apart from its other shortcomings, is not a useful way of thinking, any more than the notion of our being doomed by the karma of our past lives is a useful way of thinking. They're somewhat similar ideas, actually.
I have never had all that much contact with people that would require my divulging my religious preferences. I've had Baptist neighbors, a few of whom I have been somewhat close to, but the issue did not arise, and they seemed to happily assume I was a Christian of some sort.
I used to attend my wife's Episcopal church because she wanted me to, and was up front about my Buddhist preference - they were welcoming and let me take communion there based my having been baptized as a child.
The Bishop of Alaska visited a number of times and was of the view that all was fine and that the spiritual search would inevitably lead to Christianity in time. The priests were all fine fellows, wanted me to go fishing with them. Two or three members of the congregation were accustomed to give me the evil eye periodically, but it was not a problem, not for me anyway.
Catholic nuns I met seemed to be happy that I had a spiritual practice, and didn't seem to care what it was.
Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons used to come around pretty often, and I used to enjoy trying to persuade them to enlarge and improve their reading habits. Mostly this was unsuccessful.
I grew tired of the effort in time, and so, evidently, did they, because they stopped coming around. Haven't seen hide nor hair of them in at least 4 years. Or maybe it was because one of the dogs got loose one time, jumped up on this poor Mormon guy and got some really foul mud all over his crisp black suit.
In sum, I've never really had to face this problem, and I am thankful that I never had any need of a closet.