WHO AM I? Well isn’t that a good question! I am a wife, a mother, grandmother, a Caucasian, trained nurse, midwife, yacht racer and world traveller. Retired, I am still an avid reader, writer, and lecturer who does a fair amount of voluntary work both within the family and without. I was and still am good with people, and a proficient organiser who values the time available each day; probably being an ‘A’ type who likes to do any project ‘now’, I have already had my triple by-pass to prove it.

I have lived in England; Sri Lanka; Singapore; Kenya; Jersey, Channel Islands and finally Australia; also travelled to Malaysia, Naples, Port Said, New Mexico, Hawaii, Moshe (Tanzania) and Capetown, South Africa OK that is a lot of miles and a lot of places occupied by many and diverse people, but what does it mean – to me? A child who is dying of tetanus looks the same whether in Plymouth or Singapore and the families are equally distressed. Being bombed in England is much the same as being bombed in Baghdad. Rubble and wet burnt wood smells the same the world over and stretcher-bearers carry the same sad, hurt load.

So, who am I? A citizen of the world, a unique, individual, expression of humanity, at least I hope that I express humanity! But to me it goes further than that, I am a spiritual being who is currently expressing through a human body, this human body; but - I think I have lived before, as either male or female and I think I will live (occupy a human body) again. Is this so way out? Many millions of the world’s population believe in reincarnation, in fact several billion - does this make any sense? I think so! This idea of only having one shot at being the best that I am or can be, is so obviously impossible; for most of us have not been born in this lifetime as saints, potentially yes, but in actuality no. Most of us need more than one attempt to adjust and polish up our halo.

Maybe I think this way because when I was young I read many books about “The Saint” by Leslie Charteris, where the detective always said, “I will return”; (Roger Moore wasn’t bad in the part too); but I rather think it was being exposed to Buddhism and Hinduism for several teenage years in Ceylon. Why did their teachings have an effect on me? They made sense. Despite being an ardent Methodist most of my life, their knowing was my knowing, I accepted the validity of the concept of having ongoing opportunities to learn through life’s experiences to gradually become more understanding, compassionate and loving. Also that ‘who I am’ now is the result of who I have been and what I did and have subsequently learned from in the past.

Karma, which translated means ‘action’ is both good and bad, it is the action and reaction that science teaches us, like the ball attached by elastic to a wooden bat, our actions rebound with energy equal to the energy sent out. Fair is fair, isn’t it, regardless of the colour of one’s skin? “The Water Babies” by James Barrie made an impression too, with the water babies’ two carers being, “Mrs. Do as you would be done by” and “Mrs. Be done by as you did”; they sounded like an eloquent Scottish version of good and bad karma that as a child also led me to want to know “Who Am I”

Among many brilliant teachers and writing that can signpost our personal search of “Who Am I?” is a quote from Shakespeare …“All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances. And one man in his time has many parts”.... Also the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling.  They are two among hundreds of other writers who, if we are listening, provide signposts, that help each of us achieve a little further progress on that elusive path of knowing “WHO AM I?”

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