Who am I? This consciousness, this voice that thinks, and acts, and discerns— where was this before I had this body and where will this go when this body dies? How does space exist? How do I grasp the concept of space if not through infinity? How can I begin to understand infinity? Is there a God? If there is, is there a form?
I’ve been asking these questions since I was a child, but for many years, those questions were only in my head and I didn’t get to talk about them with anyone. Then, in my twenties, I somehow found out that two of my friends and I read a lot of the same books like Conversations with God and The Power of Now, and we had the same questions recurring in our minds. We began to meet regularly, usually on a Friday night, and we’d spend the whole night talking, and we’d go home at 5am next day. We’d talk about many things, and for sure, our own spiritual quest and understanding was part of the topic. We joked about how people our age would also go home at 5am in the morning from a night out. But whereas they’ve been partying and getting drunk, we talked about books like the geeks that we are. That was my first satsang, even though I didn’t know the word then. Sat means truth, and sang is from the word sangha which means community. When we find people who are seeking the truth, we are in good company.
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