Sometimes an individuated self is just not enough. Sometimes it takes a whole village. And sometimes within that village are selves much wiser/more aware than oneself.
The true mark of humility, is accepting the need of, and learning to listen to those selves whom are much, much more aware and clear than self.
This is what my meditations are about--I've made a habit of attuning to and listening to those selves whom are much, much more aware and clearly perceiving than myself. More over, I specifically ask to communicate with the most aware, clear, expanded selves.
I then communicate, in somewhat garbled, distorted form, what is communicated to me. But most don't want to hear it or certain aspects of it, not because there isn't truth to it, but because there is more potent truth to it than they are used to. We all of course could do this, but most just don't and won't.
Many humans are not particularly interested in potent truth--they are much more interested in comfort. The devil you know, is less frightening than the angel you don't.
Plato's allegory of The Cave applies much here. Many humans have eyes who have become so accustomed to a lack of Light (aka the 'dark'), that when bright Light is shined in their direction, they can't handle it and can become a bit Golam'ish like and exclaim angrily, "ah, that ugly light, it burns us, it burns us. Get away from us ugly light, get away."
Yet another strange irony of the interaction of unreality with that of reality. Thankfully, this sacrificial Goat-Fish can handle the heat/backlash. From one Goat-Fish to a more earthly focused Goat, here's a Goat hoof high five.