Who Am I?
This was my question from ages 7 or 8. When I was in a room alone, I would look at my hands and ask, “Who am I?” I felt some sort of separation from my Body. The body felt unfamiliar to me. I never asked my parents and tried not to be alone my myself.
After a while, a Sense of Separate Self, was felt in my body and mind. This feeling got stronger every day. I found myself to be completely separated and apart from the rest of the world. This was a very painful feeling. This false self, was looking for material, achievement and becoming to be fulfilled. It identified itself with title, people, money etc.
The false self, later on, got into the path of spirituality and tried to "become" caring, loving, unconditionally loving, non-judgmental, quiet, have positive thoughts, etc.
These were extremely frustrating for the ego. The relentless job of trying to become the Truth, seemed utterly impossible to achieve. The mind became more and more annoyed and angry.
The path that saved the mind, was Silence. The path of Meditation. That is how it all started…
After a while, a Sense of Separate Self, was felt in my body and mind. This feeling got stronger every day. I found myself to be completely separated and apart from the rest of the world. This was a very painful feeling. This false self, was looking for material, achievement and becoming to be fulfilled. It identified itself with title, people, money etc.
The false self, later on, got into the path of spirituality and tried to "become" caring, loving, unconditionally loving, non-judgmental, quiet, have positive thoughts, etc.
These were extremely frustrating for the ego. The relentless job of trying to become the Truth, seemed utterly impossible to achieve. The mind became more and more annoyed and angry.
The path that saved the mind, was Silence. The path of Meditation. That is how it all started…
