The Shift is underway when we begin to pay less attention to the outer world and more attention to the inner one. It’s a crucial movement. Ignorance of Self exacts a terrible toll.
We hear it said, often plaintively, perhaps chimed to a note of defeat, “I’m only human.” But that’s not true. We are not only human. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Where there are memories, there is a person. Where there are no memories, there is no person. Perhaps because most of life is unremembered, memories are described as precious and irreplaceable. We escape burning buildings clutching old photographs, artifactual evidence that we exist. There are numberless black and white images in circulation, floating around in flea markets and other places, even lying on the ground. We look at them, faded and curled, and wonder: Who are those people? According to every cultural convention, a person is a bundle of particulars, a medley of distinguishing characteristics which, if we are among the blessed, will be curated at some later date for an obituary. Now tell me, is this beginning to feel like a rabbit hole? What if we are not persons at all? What if we are nobody in particular?
We prevent ourselves from knowing ourselves with thoughts of who we think we are. ‘I am this. I am that.’ Self-concepts are entirely time-bound. Nothing more effectively obscures the real than the clock. Freedom is the recognition of our timelessness. Never born. Never died.
Who am I? The answer is in the question. All else is who I am not.