Who are You?

Who are You?

Our attachment to the body (and to the Sansar through its senses) keeps us occupied all day, preventing us from merging with the soul within us, which is why meditation is essential.

It helps us rise above not just the physical body (sthul shareer), but also the mind (sukshma shareer).

Our mind is in a state of illusion and keeps interpreting the body as a static entity, “I”.

But our body is constantly in flux, changing every second.

Try looking at your own pictures from younger years.

You won’t find any trace of “You” in them; you won’t even recognize yourself unless someone tells you that, it’s you.

As you trace the history further and try to identify an individual human embryo among several embryos, it will be impossible.

At the embryonic level, all embryos, humans or other animals, look alike.

Differences appear as they grow.

And that’s when you realize how gargantuous a job the mind has been trying to do, to hold on to a fixated central idea of “I”.

Transcendence from the mind is needed for clarity, and meditation provides that.

So, if you’re really adamant about sticking to “your” “I” and want to trace it further, where would you end up?

What were you, even before you became an embryo?

That’s the time you were in a state of formless consciousness.

What would you attach your “I” to?

There is nothing to hang on to.

That’s the time you were hidden in the cosmic egg of consciousness (hiranyagarbha- the golden egg).

Try to go and look for your form; you get lost, as it is formless, forms do not exist there, and “I” becomes impossible to hold on to.

“I”ness ( Asmita) remains no more.

Your “I” remains only as an undefinable potentiality in this uncarved log of wood (consciousness).

And that is the enigmatic mystery of life, which makes you helpless and forces you to be silent.

It takes away your tongue (your mind, your thoughts, your ways to communicate with the world).

This condition is like that of a dumb person who has tasted Jager (sugar) and now is asked to explain it to someone else.

He knows, but can’t explain.

You know, but can’t put it in words, and that is a good mystery to live with.

You live life in that, and you become a mystic.