“Alice?” … “Here.” “Chrystal?” … “Here.” “Anthony?” … “Here.” And so it went, every morning in school. Roll call. A grossly inefficient way to determine attendance. Yet steeped in tradition, or perhaps persistent patterning. My one rather subversive teacher would mischievously begin class with, “Anyone who isn’t here, please raise your hand.”
As I am not a name and body self. The other name and body selves I described. Jeffrey Dahmer and Pot Pot are not real. So I don’t half to identify with them. When I can finally see and know that self I really am that’s so they really are Will be clear to me also. Until then I don’t have to even try to identify or compare myself with other name and bodies. I try to live in the holy Instant where I am one with God and the universe and Christ. Christ is the one I try to identify with if Any. Thank you for adding some clarity to my post.
How can I feel oneness with a serial killer, or the gruesome dictator of the killing fields. I think they went by the names Jeffrey Dalmer and Pol Pot, but they are one with me. I don’t feel it. But I guess the life in them is the same life in all of us.