Definitely not my story because when I take away the story I am still there; take away the belief I am still there.
So, who am I?
I am awareness. I am the witness of the outer human experience. I watch how I sway with the emotion of the human condition; I observe how I tell myself stories of who I am; I watch the paradigms I believe myself to be part of and I bystander all that passes off as me, and I am still there when none of this is.
So who am I and why don’t I perish when my mind does? Why do I still continue to be?
Ever noticed how aware and alive a part of you is even in acute sickness? There is a sort of observer part of us.
I am not the story of me.
Blessings
Mama Kee x