Who am I? The Age-Old Question | Digger Barr

By Digger Barr, January 19, 2022

(Golden Age of Gaia)

Who am I? The age-old question. Who am I?

And then the followup rhetorical question. Who am I, really?

It has to be rhetorical because the answer is constantly changing. I will explain.

This question and the second most asked question in the world, What is death? That may also be asked. Where do we go after death?

I find these two questions to be intertwined.

The beginning point and the end point merging the two of where do we come from and where do we go back to.

There are a lot of assumptions in this question that an atheist would immediately dismiss suggesting the question is irrelevant.

I won’t waste my time with that. I recognise that we are souls traveling the omniverse and that incarnation is a thing.
I pinch myself. Yup, it’s a thing.

The question came to me as a joke. You know, one of those personal moments that makes you laugh out loud. And if you have to explain it

It gets lost in translation.

Well I can’t remember the joke but I am left with the intrigue of Who am I really?

This is the joke. Right? And not in a bad way. Negativity is the Hollywood construct of humor by being demeaning and condescending.

The cosmic sense of humor is smiling with you when you are trying to wrap your head around the mystery of life. It is loving, supportive and more like, 
Atta girl and atta boy encouragement.

We are born. That is a great mystery until dumbed down by science. It is a miracle of all miracles. powerful to behold. And its so much work. Goodness, how can we not have reverence for so much effort being put forth for our opportunity to be here. Incarnate. On planet.

At birth, who are we? Are we the name given to us? Are we the entity of our parents and identify through them? Are we the sum of their parts in profession, economic status, Religious affiliation or Skin color?

Are we?

In the native American cultures the true name of someone is earned. It takes years for the individual to develop into who they are and reveal to the world who they want to be.

It is at that point that they are given their true name. Some people such as myself are named through an action that helps define them. Witnessed by others a nickname develops. Many spiritual seekers will find their true name as it comes to them in a vision or quest.

Again I ask, Who are they ? Who are they really? Are we who we think we are? Is it found in our actions, our behaviors or in meditation?

Can we discover ourselves in this way?

We have been named and we carry on with our lives, learning, growing and developing. Developing bad habits. Maybe creating some shady karma. Clearing that karma.

Using the information gained from our experiences to learn more about ourselves, All the while at some level continuing the search for ourselves.

Some seek harder than others. I submit that most of our behavior is trying to figure out who we are.

Is it enough that other people know who we are? If a certain role or expectation is obtained in the family or in society are we obligated to maintain that image? How likely are you to break the mold if it isn’t who you want to be?

When we get comfortable in a certain image we will most likely identify with that image. We will tell others this is who I am.

We write bibliographies that will explain to others who we are. We will be introduced to others with a certain facade that will represent us for temporary purposes. But is that who we really are?

This quick response here is, of course not. There isn’t time or need to fully explain who you are at every given moment.

The who of who I am is constantly changing. Every day I look in the mirror to see who has showed up. I am complex and have multiple levels of me that ebb and flow with the circumstances. When someone thinks that they know exactly how I will be or respond to a situation, I think, well, they don’t know me at all.

And how could they when I am not sure myself. How is that possible? I have been with me all my life. How is it possible I still do not know who I am?

This is the great mystery and the cosmic riddle.

I sit in meditation and ask for my true self to be revealed. I get a sense of who I am and I get a huge understanding of who I could be. I am powerful and incredible. I am limitless. I am love.

The ‘I am’ is amazing to behold. It is more of a miracle than being born because it is the who of who is born. We can be whomever we choose to be at any given moment There is no requirement.

Which brings us back to death. This could be a whole other article but let me sum it up as this. When we die, un-incarnate, we may then truly meet ourselves.

The answer to the riddle, the punchline to the joke may very well be that we are not who we think we are at all.

And that’s damn funny.

Digger2022