You enter a room and look round. Do you see the room? Do you see it? No. What you see are walls. What you see is the ceiling and floor. You see doorways and windows. Light fittings. You see furniture, drapes, carpets. You do not see the room. You cannot see the room. You see the room is that which cannot be seen. The room is the space. The rest are things which surround the space, or partially fill it. Yet without the space, there is no room.

We are like this. We are that which is there but which cannot be seen. So forget not Who You Are!

In a house, the walls deteriorate. They eventually crumble. They go back to the earth. Some years ago I went out to a place beyond the once thriving city of Broken Hill, between Broken Hill and Silverton, in the far west of New South Wales. There I saw the remains of a once proud homestead built on a low hill. It was what had once been called a ‘pissa’ house; made of mud. Now, it had nearly gone back to the earth from which it had come.

We live in a room but the walls will deteriorate.They will pass away. The furniture will disappear. The drapes will rot. The carpet will disintegrate. The whole edifice will go into oblivion. But the space where the house was will still be there. We are like that. We are the room; the real room – the space which makes up the room. Not that which surrounds it, or partially fills it.

The walls of the house are what confine us in space and time. We live in a house. That house is our physical body. It contains us, surrounds us. But it isn’t us. The furniture and effects can be likened to the contents of our minds. These things are not us. They are of us. They belong, albeit temporarily, to us. But they are not us. They pass away. Only the space remains.

The space remains when the house is gone. But it is at that point no longer contained. The space is the same inside the area where the walls once stood, and the space is the same outside where those walls once stood. We are that space. Whether we are confined within the walls of a house – our physical bodies – or not, we are here, there, and everywhere. We are everywhere – limitless. We, the real us, go on forever.

The wind blows but we are not the wind. The rain falls but we are not the rain. The snow falls but we are not the snow. These things can be likened to the mind’s activities, your thought, my thought. But you are not these things of the mind. Indeed, you are not any thing, or anything. You and I, we are the eternal “I.” You and I are the Observer. You and I are the Divine Witness. You might say: “I am that I am.”

…So forget not Who You Are…