Have you ever noticed how difficult it is to answer this simple question: “who am I”? How did we even get here?

Like most people, it took me years to realise that, the one thing that all my problems and difficulties had in common was me, myself and I. It was such an illuminating moment that took me on the wildest adventure of my life. In fact, it is my life. It is not an enquiry that ever stops presenting itself. Nor should it for life is not a static, mundane thing, especially if you want to do it right. And I intend to because it’s short and it’s worth it, if you do live more than once.

Here’s the most important part to focus on when answering this question: who am I not? This is a harder question than the first one because once you see it, you cannot un-see it. You start to realise that you are the sum of the conditioning of your parents, your family, your community, your society, your country, etc. and that your own conditioning, though it may seem like a unique and quirky cocktail of all these programmings, is in fact not you. Not the authentic expression of who you really are. And that who you really are is someone you have not met yet and are quite a way off from meeting because unlearning is more challenging than learning.

Luckily for me, I was never one to give up on myself so easily. Equipped with a good foundation of learning from my father who is a psychiatrist and has a deep curiosity about metaphysics and consciousness, I set off on a beautiful adventure experimenting with various healing modalities; learning from the best teachers, specialists and doctors in the fields of mental health, trauma and psychotherapy. Training and getting certified in various modalities including Psychosexual and Relationship Therapy and Leadership Coaching. I was not going to stop until I could figure out how to heal myself from the condition of being human.

Of course I hit a brick wall. There is no cure for the condition of being human, no matter how much Ayahuaska I drank or how many mushrooms I ate. This realisation made me realise I was addicted to healing (it is a thing) and was not doing enough living mainly because I was afraid I would hurt myself again and need more healing.

This is when I stumbled upon the ancient philosophies of my ancestors, the ancient Egyptians. I will admit that prior to this, I had no interest in going in deep about Kemetian philosophy, but once I had stumbled upon metaphysics, everything suddenly made sense: the Universe, my family, my community… even me!