There are a
training self-development programmes out there that help us discover ourselves. We attend such programmes and come rejuvenated with a new-found zest for life, having discovered our true selves.
Interestingly most of these programmes have a set pattern: we pay money for them, usually go out of the environment and the surrounding that we live in, for a short period that is usually inadequate to internalise what we discover. Mostly, the proof of having successfully attended these programmes is the language of the participant. These people are usually: in touch with their inner selves, they are suddenly one with the universe, they sense cosmic intervention and such things. Other choice phrase combinations will use: sharing, bonding, one-ness, peace, simple, growth, and of course love. A spattering of these words mixed with other choice phrases, is a mark of a person just out of a
training self-development programme.
Very few of these people ever really get around to knowing themselves. The ones that do, rarely ever choose to use vaguely exotic vocabulary to explain everything that they feel. There is a sense of strength about them that is usually evident.
Mostly, you do not need to pay anyone to know yourself. And being out of the environment and the surrounding that influences who you are – getting out of that the environment – seems almost self-defeating.
Often it is the otherwise innocent remarks, signs and gestures, which we tend to ignore, that provide the insight that you need to know thyself. All our tribulations for self-discovery amount to nothing, if we ignore the signals that people around us keep sending. We’ll of course have to allow ourselves to be open to receive those signals. If we continue to insist on maintaining the belief about who we are, chances are, these signals will only bounce off us. And these signals will always be from the people around you – neglect the signs at your own peril.
For those of you who still haven’t remembered, Temet Nosce, is the plaque at the Oracle’s place, in The Matrix. Apparently, it’s non-traditional Latin, and translates to: “thine own self thou must know.”
I’ll leave you with this thought that my friend sent in reply to an email I once wrote to her:
I think people are actually like modelling clay – we assume and blatantly accept our three-dimensionalism, when the truth is that we are multi-dimensional – and every passing year is just proof of our ever-changing-ness.