Somebodies Beneath Our Nobody

I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us- don’t tell! They’d banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell your name the live long day To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson, the 19th century recluse, thought she was a nobody and she like that title. She knew her personality contained several nobodies, and she used each and every one of them to write over 1800 poems during her lifetime.

The whole self is made up of several layers. The operating ego is the obvious layer. Beneath the ego is the layer we call the subconscious. That layer contains personal subconscious material. Beneath that layer is the racial layer. That personality contains all material concerning the human species as a whole. Beneath that layer is the inherent knowledge of the composition, laws and principles pertaining to reality as a whole. That information is always available to us if we use our inner sense to retrieve it.

So we are layers of nobodies filled with knowledge of not only our reality, but the other realities that exist around us. When we discover the somebodies within our nobody we begin to understand the nature of our own reality.