When you think about yourself, you think “I am this” or “I am that”.
But if you are the self that you think about, the self that you speak about, write about, sing about, worry about, like or dislike, who is the one who knows that self, recognises that self, remembers that self, talks about that self?
Are there two of you, two selves, the self that you know and the self that knows it? The self that is liked or disliked, and the one who likes or dislikes it?
If you can be aware of ‘the self’ as it comes and goes, changes, evolves, grows, appears and disappears to you, can it really define – or be – who you are?
Even when you feel “I have lost myself”, who is it that feels that? Whomever or whatever that is, hasn’t been lost, cannot be lost, and is forever found, here and now, in the immediacy of life itself.
– Jeff Foster
I can hold satsang with the image of a self that is observed and related to, and the image of a self that’s the observer. And any other images of a self as a center, a doer, even awareness.
You are welcome here. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for your love for me. How would you like me to relate to you? What’s your deepest desire? What are you really?