Daily Prompt: Invisible

When i get invisible, all i get to see is another dimensions, i was totally unaware of.

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Sola anne sach :)

Originally posted on Mindfulbalance: Your job may change, your relationships may change, your body may change, your beliefs may change, your desires may change, your ideas about your role in the world may change, but the essence of who you are is the continuity of awareness that has no beginning or end. Your thoughts, beliefs,…

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Who Am I ?

The last time i asked this question – Who am I ? i possibly end this with a very profound line that it’s not body that am made of, it is something eternal, that’s indivisible, cannot be destroyed and up above like you’re the spectator of most of the things going around. And this time too, few days back i asked the same question and i was convinced am not what people see me as in physical terms and at least being a descendent of God, am not that limited in my powers. Then my mind wandered to those saptrishis who were reservoirs of eternal power and bliss. I hardly doubt their powers because whatever in terms of miracles we are doing by creating new discoveries are already there around us that we have forgotten. The changed climatic conditions, scenario and what not we have spoiled as proud and brat homo sapiens.

so, back on who am I ? It raised more questions than satisfying me with an answer to calm my mind. If am a soul, then why this soul, why this body, why these activities, why am behind materialistic things, why i want to be remembered, why exactly people die, why Bhagvata Gita has so much relevance ? Why ? Why ? These Why put more Whys in my way and till i get the answers why not you ask the same question yourself – Who Am I ? 

Till next time ! May God bless you with the same question.

Who am I ?

It's time to know Who am I ?

The moment i gained consciousness, i had a strange experience. I was screaming loudly and clearly for others to hear me but they were still crying on my corpse which was lying contently on a mat. I was shocked to see that.

I wondered Who am I ? If not that body, name, identity, designation that this world gave me or i acquired. Then exactly who am I ?

Amid the confusion, someone patted my shoulder and said “You’re immortal and beautiful soul, that’s your identity”. By the time i was able to ask more it had left in that static state.

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