“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief”
Who am I?
A very sensitive and baffling question to flip at the mind.
Have you ever taken the time to truly reflect on who you are?
The moment this question is conjured, you will observe the mind getting caught in the stream of thoughts and concepts that promulgate identity/personality making it appear as though this is all you are about…
If you have, then you must be familiar with the terrain and if not;
You are welcome to the Stratum of Self inquiry!
This query is one of the oldest and most compelling clincher in the history of mankind — a tool effectively used in the past by sages, rabbi, gurus, prophets and masters to comb the corridors of Self illusion.
In fact, the whole premise of the religious structure today is an offshoot of this
Why ask such a question?
Most of the time this quest arises from the need to break out of our present way of thinking which we learned over the years and is not original to “Being”.
When a deep understanding of who you are is lacking, power is relinquished to the mind and when the mind becomes the master, being a slave to circumstance becomes inevitable.