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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Who are you??

 Posted by Hello

When I ask people the question "Who are you?" i'm usually greeted with silence. People are not sure; in fact, some have never even stopped to think about it.

can u imagine living all your life without knowing who you really are?

Once people recover from the initial surprise of the question they respond with all kinds of definitions, most of which are based on their character or abilities.

"I'm Sherry, I'm a student, I'm a teenager, I'm artistic, creative and am emotional being, I like helping others and i appreciate the minor things in life, like how the wind blows and rustles the dried golden-brown leaves, making them fall onto the green grass below in the most gentle way"

Would you agree that who you are is a collection of your experiences, memories, thoughts, feelings and beliefs?

most people tend to agree with that.

Let's examine this deeper. Are we our experiences and memories or are these only events that we have encountered no more?

Are we our thoughts?
 Posted by Hello

If you answered "yes", then let me ask you this: Can we change a thought? Of couse we can.

so who then is changing the thought? Is there someone "bigger" then the thoughts who can change them if he or she wishes to?

the thought cannot change itself, the same way a book cannot turn its own pages, or a car cannot start its own engine.

So who inside can do it? You may say: "i do. i can change my thought."

so in that case, you are not your thoughts, are you??

are you your feelings? As with thoughts, you can say that you have feelings but not that you are them. And what about beliefs? are you your belief system?

Many assume that they are, but we need to use that same rationale: we can change or update a belief or an attitude. It may be hard to do, but it can be done. You may have beliefs and attitudes but you are not them, wouldn't you agree?

In that case, who is this person who is having thoughts, memories, feelings and beliefs?  Posted by Hello
You may say it's the Personality.

Many psychologist would agree with that, but who was there before you developed a personality? who is the entity who has the personality?

You may answer again "i do." In that case, who are you?

we are back to square one, but at least we know, at this point, who we are not.

We are not, at least not totally, our thoughts, feelings or personalities.

the world "person" comes from the Latin word "persona" which means a mask. Indeed, people wear all kinds of masks that enable them to play all kinds of dramas.
 Posted by Hello

But even if you wear a thousand different masks, there is a face behind the mask. i call it Coreself.

we present many selves including...
the self that we would like others to think we are,
the self that we actually think we are,
the self we are afraid we are,
and then of course, the core essence that we really are.

When you take off the masks, you find the true face of who you are.

In his famous statement, Descartes declared, "i think, therefore, i am."

From a spiritual perspective, the more appropriate statement would be - I think, therefore i Think i am.

Who we think we are is nothing but a bunch of thoughts! who we really are i beyond thought.
 Posted by Hello

try this awareness exercise for a moment:
take a few deep breaths in, suspend all thoughts, perceptions and feelings? Who remains after you pushed away everything? our Coreself is indeed the spiritual essence that we are really made of.

below our egos and excessive mental processing it lies waiting for us to discover it. When we learn to recognise it and deepen our awareness of it, good things will happen - automatically, without the need for goals or use of will-power.

we are then in-sync with who we truly are. therefore, to be more of who we are, we have to reduce our pre-occupation with thoughts and feelings and become more aware of our surroundings, without critizising, judging, blaming and complaining.

To live life more fully, a life that is purposeful, we first need to know who we are and make choies based on this inner wisdom. Then, we can begin to experience a strong sense of freedom, joy and inner peace.

now... take a deep breath in, exhale slowly, suspend all mental processing for awhile... Who are you??

"surely, we are not human beings having a spiritual experience, but spiritual beings having a human experience." Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

7 Comments:

At 2:08 PM, Blogger Dave said...

*Takes a Deep Breath*
Who am I?

In fact, nothing has been more agonising than asking yourself this question.

People are being misleaded by what's surrounding them; criticism, education system, friends, living standards, competition.. and the list go on and on... and therefore hazing up their trueself. This in turn, making the question "Who am I" extremely in-justifiable. Are you who everyone think you are? Or are you who you think you are?

Sherry, the most important thing in a person's life is to be able to make their own decisions, and feeling better than you ever had.

I hope you are happy now, regardless of whatever decision you made.

This is the first time I went through your whole blog, and understand you much better.

You have been a great friend, a friend too much to lose. I will always remember you, in great ways.

d.

 
At 3:29 AM, Blogger New Age Harlot said...

Bookmarked this post, you express and illuminate so well what I lived without knowing it. I come from the other perspective. i was bare of all the outer coverings and stuff especaially ones that come from words, naked of persona, no masks. I was partly deaf and no one, not even me, knew. So I was free of conditioning, most of which comes from words, I was free to follow what my real self inside me told me, not hearing the word crap, word control on the outside. So i did what a vision told me, became a harlot, following instinct, intuition and conscience, and it was all good, my deafness, and more was healed. The more I hear the world, the more I know how lucky i am to be free, and remain free. Now i can see and hear peoples masks and personalities for the first time, i see deep under their coverings and feel i should acquire some to fit in with them.
Also I've fixed the broken link to your site.

 
At 12:59 AM, Blogger Kain Sicilian said...

I asked myself this question too once upon a time. If you have watched the anime "Neon Genesis Evangelion" by Gainax Studios you might have come across this idea in the last two episodes, that is you are defined by others.

In everyone who knows you, you leave a unique presence in their memory, in their heart. For example, I don't know you. So all I can imagine is a female, from Japan, and a lady (maybe a teen) capable of very deep thoughts. Is that true for you, or other people who knows you intimately? I do not know. All I know is that at least for now, that is my truth. And with that, I define you, in my own terms. Let's than take this a little further, than is your existence defined by others? Like a tree that fell in the middle of a forest, but no one or animal is there to hear or see it. Did the fallen tree produce a sound? Does the sound exist? If one day, you wake up and realise that people completely ignore your existence, do you exist?

However, the answer to all this questions is simple, and you're right. I also read the qoute by the French philosopher, Rene Decartes saying "I think therefore I am". Strangely, such a seemingly simple arguement, is what that defines complicated beings like us. The very fact that we are capable of thought guides and defines us, it gives our emotions a shape, our personality a form. Hence we're all guided by this simple rule and live in this hustle bustle world. Although our very thoughts define ourselves, how many of us out there really understand and know our thoughts well enough to actually know ourselves?

 
At 3:14 PM, Blogger Thundercat said...

To those who are putting those ads, please stop doing it, in memory of our friend, sherry, she is not longer around to delete these spams. Can you all kindly stop this nonsense? Let this place be a place where we remembers and pay tribute to our dear friend, sherry. Thanks and peace to all. Sherry, hope that u r well in the promised land. take care.

 
At 7:45 PM, Blogger Nyx said...

Dear Sherry,


I miss you tonnes.


Wherever you are that we cannot follow (for now),
Nicole

 
At 10:26 AM, Blogger neo said...

We don't know each other. But some of your posts relate the exact feelings of how i'm feeling right now. I could follow your emotions thru those period of hurt which you've been thru after your loss of the guy. You really put my thoughts in words.

I wish you could have continued to post, to tell me how you've managed to cope with those feelings.. how you managed to move on and find a happier life. So that i have a guideline to follow.. to know that someone who was in a similar state as i am currently in managed to find some light.

Because i too, am thinking of the faster way to ending my miseries. I wish you could tell me if it helped.

Anyway, sorry to intrude this private space of yours.. I really hope you are better off, wherever you are.

 
At 11:45 PM, Blogger finding me said...

A waddle by the lake,
a sigh in the wind,
by morning youth breaks
to greet the sun with grief;
there is no comfort in sorrow,
in memory we often linger
in brief,
in the quiet morning
the skies pour their tears,
humanity in a falling leaf.

We celebrate, the journey today
of our lives, treasuring the ones
closest to our hearts,
I am thankful for the love
& pleas from my loved ones
to treasure each passing moment,
love every day,
let go of the past &
embrace life in its fullest
in every way.

Sunday 8/5/05 Mother's Day
In loving memory of her.

Dear sheena or sherry,

:] just found ur blog, by coincidence looking for an old schmate. I got the news from our exband conductor mr tan the fateful morning, and was about to leave for bintan to spend mother's day with my mom. Im real sad i didnt get to know u alittle better, only thereafter did i realize u had problems too. "if only" came into my head i wish i wasnt so prejudiced then and gave myself a chance to know u better. We grew up together in sch, and well i guess i'll continue reading ur blog till im done with it. If thats any justice. I pray that you will find comfort where u are, to your family and friends as well & that God will watch over u.

goodnite.

 

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