I was told that we need to find out who we are. It’s all about discovering and finding one’s true identity and inner self. And in the very end, there are only two categories or classes of people: saints and everyone else. Saints and ordinary people. Or at least that’s what I was told by an actual mystic and saint.
Are we saints, my love? Or are we ordinary people? And if we are saints, can a saint really be jealous or full of hatred? My assumption was that saints are the embodiment of love and peace. But I find now that it is far more complicated than that.
Adam A. Azim 