On the 1st of May, 1985, at 6:24 pm, my parents introduced to the world a baby boy. He was named Philip Martin Indrajit Alexander. That would be me. I was named after my mum’s brother Philip, and my dad’s brother Martin, who both tragically passed away in Sri Lanka not long before. The name Indrajit was a suggestion that was made by my dad’s aunty who was a Carmelite nun in Sri Lanka. In translation, it means “Lord of Heaven”. My father told me she made this suggestion because she saw myself and my parents as an example of the holy trinity that is mentioned in Christianity. And my last name, Alexander, was a surname my father simply chose to register when he first arrived in Australia. As I grew into a young boy, I attended a kindergarten school named, “Ave Maria”. Following kindergarten, my parents sent me to a primary school that was in front of the rundown house we were living in. This school was named, “Our Lady of Nativity.”

Why do I mention all of this? I believe our names and circumstances hold a lot of power and truth in revealing our own basis of existence. As human beings, we never really ponder about what we were doing before we were born. Or what happens when we pass away. It’s almost as if the thought of what these things could mean is too overwhelming to comprehend, and so it becomes forgotten in time. We have religions and spiritual teachings that have been passed down from generation to generation that try to explain what we are even doing here in the first place. Yet, as I speak for myself, I always felt that something was missing.

In scripture, Jesus Christ is quoted as saying that “the truth is within you.” I believe this to be so. The only truth that really matters is always your own, as that is always the reality that you are creating for yourself.

My truth is that there are memories locked away within the story of our lives that explains the truth to our individual existence. An existence that goes beyond the physical understanding of ourselves, and into the metaphysical or spirit. In this existence, the spirit lives on forever and sometimes reincarnates into a lifetime on earth just as we exist at this moment. A spirit would birth itself in a time period on earth, experience life creating its own story, pass on, and then reincarnate at a future time period to live out a similar story line…perhaps with an interesting twist.

Something that my awareness has alluded me to is photos. Photos are memories captured on camera. Yet as every experience is a memory for the soul, my consciousness shows me that our photographed memories can also conveniently show us clues to our soul’s past if we develop the awareness to pay attention to it.

Do you remember where you were before you were born? Did you even exist? This is not an answer that can be given to you because this answer can only be obtained from the individual. From within. In my own experience of life, I’ve found that my name, and every experience that I’ve been detailing on this blog, are actually clues to reveal to myself the ultimate truth of why I exist. Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The more pieces I find, the more clearer the picture becomes.

Ever look back at old photos and pay attention to the details? What colours did you wear as a child? Or the cute drawing of a sun and a lamb on a kindergarten badge. These are things that I had not bothered to look at. Yet in paying attention, I’ve found that there are clues that the universe leaves for us in order for us to discover the ultimate truth to our existence.