One of my favourite teachers loves to open every meditation workshop, public speaking or general lesson, with this question.
WHO AM I?
In the modern era, we have the habit of defining ourselves by the kind of person we are facing: when an interview, we will show up pushing forward the work experiences, for example. When a date, we will talk about something more personal. If we go to church, mosque, synagogue, temple, showing up the lighter, the dark, or both sides of the Soul, we seek answers through the word of God. We are and that we have always been going beyond emotions, mind, memory, experiences. Who we really are is about the deep essence that appears in front of us when we choose to strip ourselves of everything that is no longer serving us anymore and sit alone, in stillness, while everything around us runs.
THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL
During the three months I spent in Australia, I heard this story comes from the Aboriginal culture; every kid of the tribe, after reaching the right age, they must pass a test to be admitted as adult members. This trial consists in wandering into the bush (the vastness of the high Australian nature), without anything or almost, for at least 6 months, just walking and exploring, guided by a member of the group, but not by a close relative. No parents, brothers, sisters. A Guru, a friend, an uncle or aunt, a healer. A mentor. It doesn’t matter the age. Just no blood’s family. This is because, to be able to return to the community and contribute, to define who we are, we must, first of all, leave our comfort zone, and push ourselves or be guided and inspired by the environment, far away, until the end of the dark night of the soul.
To know who you are, you must face yourself.