Lost in the Art of Consciousness

When the farthest corner of the globe has been conquered technologically and can be exploited economically; when any incident you like, in any place you like, at any time you like, becomes accessible as fast as you like; when you can simultaneously “experience” an assassination attempt against a king in France and a symphony concert in Tokyo; when time is nothing but speed, instantaneity, and simultaneity, and time as history has vanished from all Being of all peoples; when a boxer counts as the great man of a people; when the tallies of millions at mass meetings are a triumph; then, yes then, there still looms like a specter over all this uproar the question: what for? — where to? — and what then?

 Martin Heidegger, Introduction to Metaphysics

The challenge of being on earth at this time, and at any other time, is that we interact with a multitude of frequencies at every point, every moment, everywhere and in every place. As a result, our perspective, which aligns with a specific group of frequencies in combination, like when we listen to a piece of music, is subject to enormous depth and complexity. It is magical that our consciousness, whether it identifies with some form of body-mind-ego combination, is able to enjoy the world as if it understands it, to move through with great amount of confidence and certitude, to hold opinions, statements, and logic that appear to reflect back something that appears like an objective world. This is the true function of ego-mind, to allow us to enjoy, to conceive of a world, to create something with energetic frequencies that can hold us here, for the short span of our lifetime. We hold this dear to us, we identify it, we cling to aspects of it, we engage with others and include them or want to include them in our fantasies, our perceptions, our world. But there is a dark side to this – we hold these perceptions, these symbols, these perspectives as complete truth, as identity, as vital to our existence and entire life. We can use violence or force on others, we torture ourselves with expectation of people in our life, believing that what we experience is the true experience – and that the rest of the world has gone mad. We become righteous vigilantes, or new-age religious zealots, we don the “armor of God” and pretend we must fight for our survival, not realizing that we are fighting for a fantasy, a chimera, a dream, and we are using it to bludgeon others with, and not only that, to persuade them to our side – and often making them pay for our advice in addition.

But truly,

What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.

Friederich Nietzsche, On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense (1873)

The ego-mind’s function is to simplify, to condense, and to express conceptual concepts or containers of data. That is why I find it profoundly fascinating that the word logos, which means thought, word, and reason in Ancient Greek and the Bible (the logos or word of God), is a symbol derived from the Ancient Greek root –leg– meaning “to gather together, to reap from a harvest”. Logos originates in an agrarian concept that involves “cherry picking” the best of what has grown from the earth. In that sense, the logos of the ego-mind, is simply the fruit of the work, but in no way is capable of reflecting the process of work, the effort, the human element or energy of the whole required to consummate in the fruit that is picked. Also, the logos picks what it likes and wastes what is left. It doesn’t decern beyond “this” or “that”. It is binary by nature, which is the only format the mind can understand. Our notion of truth, even scientific truth, is fundamentally, not even a possibility, but are simply a collection of perceptions that appear to have some kind of consistency of appearance and/or purpose in opposition to what seems to be absurd or even nothing at all. The mind, with the logos, has a curious way of burying everything except its imaginary fantasies of truth.

The great mistake of humanity is to confuse the perspective, the analysis, and synthesis, of ego-mind with not only identity of Self, but identity of the world and all the things in it. We have learned to confuse the map, the projection, the perspective into something we like to think of as being “real” or “reality”. We argue about that reality amongst ourselves, we punish those who don’t agree with us, we divide ourselves based on the perspectives we have. In short, we use the magic of ego-mind as a weapon to control, to divide, and as an instrument of hate. This is why the ego-mind has become almost synonymous with “devil”, simply because it can lead us, through our own attachment, to create everything but minor cruelties and inconsideration, to absolute genocide and horrific tyranny.

But it is not ego-mind per se who is responsible for the mayhem that is created on earth. We are consciousness, and it is through that consciousness that we choose to ignore, attach, or control others, aspects of our very Self, and the very divine and magical nature that we are living inside of right here and right now. Through consciousness, we can transform anything from painful to pleasant; through consciousness, we can see the friend in the enemy and the enemy in the friend. Can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone became aware that suffering and pleasure are always a choice? Do you think they would all choose suffering? Be careful what you think even now.

We are the creators of all possible worlds, and yet we are undergoing a massive hypnosis which consists of dreams where we have no power, no choice, and no options, except those given to us in the very dreams that limit our capacities. We are artists living in the confines of our own primitive art, getting lost in the various shades and shadows, the fine lines, the limited perspective that was only meant to be a pleasure of the moment. We get lost in the thousands of frequencies storming our consciousness, and we are so good at creating, we don’t even realize we are doing it, drowning in our gift, our own brilliance, and at the same time claiming that it is a fault of the other or a fault of God himself. We seek medical attention, drugs, distraction in order to find a way out of the suffering, a suffering of which, in truth, our own consciousness holds the key.

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