Who am I ?
Who am I ? This question has plagued almost all people. This question is both very difficult and it is also very simple. Simple in the sense that I am myself, If I don’t know who I am, It is not necessary to know anybody ? Who else can I know ? Who am I ? When I was too young, that question sometimes came to my mind. Later then falling into married life, I did not search for an answer for this question, never thought about it.
Thoughts and contexts seem to change over time. I am a materialistic thinker. Towards the end of my life, when I was 45 years old, I became unconscious due to the effects of liver disease and I woke up from a coma after about seven days.
The question arose in my mind as to why I woke up even after the doctor had lost hope for my life ! The liver disease had completely damaged my liver and despite treatment, If I was unable to get a liver transplant within 2 years, the doctor said that I would have to die.
The stories about my efford for liver transplant and references where I explained it all in my book “Liver transplanted man” “kalejo fereko manchhe” I am not going to mention here.The fact that I survived coma meant that there were very few accounts left for me to take and give from this world.
I got a liver transplant and I have a strong belief that I can live in this world again. That was the source of his strength. My niece sent me a book of the Bhagavad Gita as explained by Prabhupada.
Only a little knowledge of Sanskrit and English language makes me a little difficult. After that I found nepali veson copy of the Bhagavad Gita. It makes it easy to understand spirituality guided by shri krishna. People who have had an organ transplant also have a loss of memory. Having to live in a subjective mood. It is even more difficult to acquire knowledge of new subjects and languages.
I am father ? Am I a husband ? Am I a son ? Somewhere uncle, somewhere nephew, somewhere son-in-law all these relationships come in a man. the doctor says to the patient. Somewhere a man was the passenger. who worked as an engineer, as a doctor, as a label of work. They were as above what they saw.
After having children, I am a father. In the same way, wherever they saw. Others say the same thing. On top of that there is your name, there is also a nickname. Who am I after so many introductions ?
What do you say to me or to you when you are living with a naked body If you put aside all these acquired relationships, education, scholarship, wealth, property, position and honorable names ? Some people say naked people, some people say people !
When the same person stops breathing, everyone will call me or you a corpse. No matter how good the suit is, no matter how good the king is, no matter what the post value, no matter how educated he is, he becomes a corpse.
Death is the state of being breathless, and as soon as possible after death, our dead body is tied up and burned in a funeral place. is the destiny of humans. is the order of things. I think this is the trick of human creation ! When we see this scene even our ego is still the same. Greed, jealousy, and competition are still in the human characters.
Engaged in this matter, we do not know ourselves nor do we know others ! Relations Vs Relationship Names, Works Vs Names and Knowledge Vs names, Education Vs names, All are you or we ? Even though these relationships and names are adorned in different ways and names in the context of time, after all who am I ? even the answer does not come out . It is natural for us to be overwhelmed by the question.
If we say we are human beings, we have to look at our body in subtle ways. The human body is made up of five dimensions. The first body is called the gross body, the second body is called the mental body and the other body is called the pranamaya body.
The body that combines these three elements is called the material living body. These are all physical dimensions of life. The other two bodies are also mental and energy bodies within the human body, which are made up of five dimensions of human life, including the scientific elements and happiness elements.
by Prasad/Pundary Aryal
(from : spiritual path book )