The more attachment there is to our given name, the more this creates an imagined identity. When this lie is exposed, it leads one not so much to knowing who you are, but more so to the truth of who you are not. And when you know this truth of who you are not, it leads to an understanding of yourself that can’t be known when you think you have it all figured out as to who you are. Beneath the story of who you are is a peace that passes all understanding and this peace will only be experienced when one is sure of who you are not.
One day as I was sitting in silence, it was revealed to me that it took roughly forty nine years to develop an identity to an imagined self, along with all the tools I thought were needed to make me who I thought I was suppose to be. For the last seven years I have be undoing what my own mind developed only because it was thought to be the most beneficial way to live. This imagined self began at the time of birth when my parents named me for the purpose of society having a way to identify me. This name was then attached to by a self that wasn’t formed yet, but it slowly was being developed into an imagined identity.
On this day this lie was exposed for me, as it will be for everyone I gather one day, but for most it will remain in place until the time of death. And although for many, death itself will be the time of this exposure, one may never be made aware of it. But for those who do awaken to the fallacy of this imagine identity, there’s a freedom that occurs which can only be known in the space of non attachment to this made up imagined self. Bondage is in the belief that you are what you imagine. Freedom is in the knowing that you are not. The more the lie of this imagined identity is exposed, the more of the truth that the imagined self doesn’t really exist is revealed. In this truth there’s a knowing, not of who you are, but of who you are not, and it’s in the exposure of this lie that sets one free because one is no longer in the prison of this imagined identity.