A Bloodless Hunt – The Cosmic Traveler´s search for A Name. Part III.

Part 3.

Named and Nameless.

I still don´t know my name.

I am quite glad that my memory tells me at least something with certainty – our name is not who we are.

Neither the first name, nor the middle name, nor the pen name, nor the nickname, nor the surname, not even the “Osho” name.

“Symbols of symbols, twice removed from reality”.

Maybe it´s there to entertain a numerologist, – they love to decode the sacred vocals and consonants, transform them into no less sacred numbers, the building bricks of the optical illusion we see, – they add them up, like the alchemists in search for gold, and extract the assigned meaning, soul numbers and life lessons…

Maybe not.

Through my centuries long walk along the spiraling River of time and space, I am content with the notion that we are each a part of the eternal life mystery.

Call it Tao or Universe(s) or whatever fits better your upbringing and current level of understanding here and now.

I am and we are Consciousness, manifesting and becoming self aware. Yeah, not just a consumer and a tax payer with an ID card and a dash between the 2 dates on the grave. Sorry.

As I have learnt on this blue planet that gave me home away from home, – while we are journeying through our current lessons, the idea is to heal and to become whole.

It is so freeing to dis-identify and detach from the temporary labels and the “original wounds” I have chosen this lifetime or dragged with me from the unhealed others.

So, who cares what the real name is, if I am neither named nor nameless? Curiosity is a dangerous game, I was told since my childhood, – it killed the cat.

Oops, I said a bloodless hunt. No more words from me, over to Lao.

This ancient Master said once,

“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.

The name that can be named is not the eternal name.

The Tao is both named and nameless.

As nameless it is the origin of all things;

as named it is the Mother of 10.000 things.

Ever desireless, one can see the mystery;

ever desiring, one sees only the manifestations.

And the mystery itself is the doorway to all understanding. “

I have been knocking on that door for quite a while.

Patiently.

While noticing that every bit of Patience contains Impatience in its depth.

Impatience for the End of Story.