The Conscious Process

My new e-book is entitled

“Union of Love and Wisdom”.

It can be found here: Union of Love and Wisdom

It is a devotional homage to the living Divine Feminine Principle.

The unified field is loving itself awake with light upon light upon light. This light is information of the great bliss of union for that which has never been apart, never been separate.

This is bliss, that is bliss. Remove the bliss from bliss, and what remains is bliss. Is light. Is Light transmitted in layers and ripples and shimmering shinings of light to itself for the sake of all sentience which is itself — luminous, radiant, brilliant, unspeakable bliss.

When it gets like this we can raise our palms, we can close our eyes but still see perfectly, we can inhale and exhale as if by magic. And when the movement of the bliss is so happy that only the filmiest fabric stands between it and the full revelation of itself to itself, which is bliss, bliss awakens to Itself. Bliss prior to before and after.

Bliss is present as the blissful presence of itself, in the miracle form of you — the you that is made of only bliss, yet believes itself to be other than bliss/light/love, until it proves it to itself again and again in the form of the grand totality of multiversal manifestation.

You’ve come here to heal and raise that one, today which is not a day but only this now moment, extending to infinity in every direction, so all praise and joy to the promised one — you and you and you!

pic by Craig LaRotonda

(Written the Day After the 2024 Election)

In this dramatic chapter of the gripping co-production, things are rarely if ever what they appear to be. Nor are they different, which makes for more intriguing drama. Here in the Divine Comedy presently unfolding on the glowing screen of mind — a fantasy episode which nevertheless could give Dante a shiver and thrill with its shocking sense of hyper-realism — we are at the part where the audience is scratching their head.

Regardless, rather than getting drawn in to the intensifying multi-layered play of consciousness du jour, we can keep returning attention to this immediate presence. It is simple. Non-dwelling is peace. It takes a sincere and consistent letting go, a releasing at the heart rather than clinging to the past or grasping at some conceptual future. Just being as we are, aware, no longer in opposition, no longer obsessed with making something happen or avoiding some fright, right at this moment we are already safe.

Breathing in, light. Breathing out, light. Take the light from light, and what remains is light. We are made of this radiant intimacy of living light which makes all the scenery visible. We are the luminous pen of light with which Spirit is writing this story of light, and we are every character in the tale, play every role, sell popcorn in the lobby, sweep up before the next show.

These changes we are collectively navigating, especially over the rest of this decade, are as inevitable as they promise to be monumental. There is a grand choreography of planetary change at work with threads of joy and exaltation, but our reaction to it is up to us, and that is how we find out a lot more about who and what we really are, and also really aren’t. Everything is revealed in the light, seen clear through, stamped debt-free, and summarily incinerated. All of our addictions and resentments. The cruel hallucination of separation where none can ever truly be. All let go — in the light, to the light, as the light itself. Bodhi Swaha!

Now, esteemed Celestials, this potent incoming flood of light is filled with information. With these current human brains and perceptual software we can figure some things out, other stuff is beyond the comprehension capacity of today’s model of the body/mind/self bio-vehicle. That model is being upgraded as we speak. Fitted for telepathy and wired for compassion. We are in the midst of a monumental Shift, and we all just moved or were moved into the next higher gear. The coals are heating up for that magical barefoot walk into Tomorrowland, but in the meantime, here is a favorite Taoist tale that has a timeless message:

The Taoist Farmer Story

Once upon a time in China there was a Taoist farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate. They said, “We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate.” The farmer said, “Maybe.”

The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the evening everybody came back and said, “Oh, isn’t that lucky. What a great turn of events. You now have eight horses!” The farmer again said, “Maybe.”

The following day his son tried to break one of the horses, and while riding it, he was thrown and broke his leg. The neighbors then said, “Oh dear, that’s too bad,” and the farmer responded, “Maybe.”
The next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army, and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg. Again all the neighbors came around and said, “Isn’t that great!” Again, he said, “Maybe.”

The whole process of nature is an integrated process of immense complexity, and it’s really impossible to tell whether anything that happens in it is good or bad — because you never know what will be the consequence of the misfortune; or, you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.

In our absorbing Earth movie, things may get bad, then they get good. Eventually they start going bad again, then once again they start getting good. They can be nominally bad for what seems like a very long time, then they can seem pretty good for another long stretch. This back and forth is unavoidable. It is, as it is, by design.

Alternation persists, regardless of resistance, like light and shadow, night and day, hot and cold, plus and minus. Each requires the other to exist. Both are seeking balance, or Union. This is duality. 3D is the capitol of duality. We chose this for our camping spot, and today we all have front row seats for the show.

Just so, if we’ve been around a while and seen a thing or two, we might be growing a tad weary of riding up and down like bemused children on wooden ponies, perpetually circling on a merry-go-round of compelling but illusory distractions. If so, then we may be inspired by grace and intuition to turn our focus around from the outer circus display to the inner source of identity and attention itself, to what we really Are and always have been, before and beyond the duality delusions of “me & mine”, “them & us” — even beyond all sense of separation from Connection, beyond all conflict, all fear.

Duality is Spirit’s playground too, but there is a luminous world beyond duality. It is Home. We are there now, which is here, not elsewhere, yet we remain beguiled by naive views, constant rumors of war and wild water, emotional contraction and loneliness, and myriad other sand box phenomena, or else captivated by the revered testimonies of blind preachers describing their concocted versions of light for more clicks and subscriptions.

As it is, real awakening is horrifying to the human egoic ambition, because the whole survival/control program is undermined in the process of true recognition and surrender. Waking up in this sense is the falling away — sometimes the stripping and burning away — of all that we are not. This must happen before who and what we truly Are moves to the forefront in a radiance of clear light.

Ironically, that’s more or less what we are always avoiding, moment to moment, life after life. The dark is good for dreaming. Maybe we are even getting glimmers of awakening, but would like to hold on to our dreamy self-fantasy for just one more experience, our favorite angelic mask for just one more selfie, or perhaps we’re up for just one more hit of that mystical synaptic juice.

Say, maybe we would like to hang out in that famous 5th Dimension, pain-free and handsome in a spanking new world, loving and wise, teleported in a cosmic flash of light that will make us all happy and karma-free clean. Anything can happen in consciousness, but no, we are not that. We are not any thing. In our world, nothing happens. It takes a while to appreciate that. All movement is only movement in a dream.

Whatever appears to the perceptive mechanism is a creation, a design with a beginning and end. What a surprise: we make it, we get it! That’s the law, and we’ve been busy here at the ranch. We’ve all tossed our hats into the play of consciousness, but in truth we are prior to consciousness itself. It is not us. It is not what we are. It is not but a thought, as thoughts follow thoughts, empty of any substance. A fractal shine through a prism of light, with vast emptiness between and within each atomic subset of light, and so too with these bodies we wear around town, in the image of gods with the frowns of sad clowns. Like a dream, some say, or a bubble on a stream. A drop of dew will also do, for those who appreciate the poetry of blessed evanescence. Even so, when all our dust has settled, our human songs long since sung, Awareness alone remains of us, and a mighty Glory to That!

Consciousness itself is stressful, as Gautama Buddha pointed out, while the late great Sage Nisargadatta assures us it’s a fraud. One transformative recognition is that we are actually prior to consciousness in the real sense, since consciousness is always passing before us.

[long sentence ahead] However, when we habitually identify with the arbitrary appearances in consciousness, its beguiling neural showcase of synchronized display items, rather than as the immovable witness of this captivating thought parade of transient modifications of consciousness, our focus or attention can fragment like flimsy feathers in a wind parade, blown along here and there, bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, a cautionary curiosity to all breathing beings in the spectrum of airborne flight, though ever always cherished and cupped in the invisible hands of the real God in the Spirit form of Itself as You.

Just so, what is everything seeking if there is only itself to find? To be more specific, what is this “obscure object of desire” which fuels the primal game of human embodiment in this time and place? What is the human heart’s most profound desire? Is it not for Acceptance, Acknowledgement, Approval? Why then do we refrain from granting that to ourselves, and then to each other, often to the point of violent conflict? If we look deeply into these questions, we will be transformed in the process.

There is only one humanity. We need to recognize that, to the point of unity consciousness. That is what this Shift is all about, for our species, and for all species, since there is only Connection.

Infinity is our actual body. Non-local awareness localizes itself in the form of a temporary unit of awareness. The timeless appears in time, the time it takes to bat an eyelash becomes what we designate as a human life. What makes it “our” life? Identification with an individualized unit of awareness, one equipped with spiffy apps like “me & mine”. These apps are designed for navigational purposes in the denser dimensional realms, realms of duality such as the one we are currently, seemingly, touring.

So far, so good. The glitch in the system arises when there is exclusive identification with the navigational apps (body-mind), to the point in which that artificial persona construct is mistaken for our actual identity. I say glitch, but that is just another conditional interpretation for verbal elaboration. Perhaps another name is curiosity, which is another name for desire, which is another name for love. Love is Spirit, and Love is the way God plays. Yes, we are being played. Played by That. That which we truly are.

Nevertheless, and regardless of our transient judgments, identities, beliefs or illusions of control, what is, simply is. Regardless of our flights of poeticized euphoria, whatever we add to that is still something extra. When “what is” is enough, gratitude flows naturally, and regardless of any ambient bustle, deep silence pervades in all directions.

Discovering one’s purpose for being, for living, has been a fervent goal of profound and sometimes desperate human inquiry since we began the process of self-reflection. This fundamental endeavor has been the subject of countless testimonies and treatises, popular songs, humorous anecdotes, theatrical dramas, and plentiful theories throughout the ages. Nevertheless, most seem to fall short when it comes to seeing the forest through the trees, to borrow an apt metaphor from the collective wisdom store.

Rather than belabor the obvious, simply put: our purpose is to be. Just that.

Your purpose first and foremost is to be you, just as you are. Mine is to be who and what I am. What I already am. To just be this, whatever it is, and however it may manifest in its momentarily individualized stream of beingness. Clearly, we are already doing a great job at fulfilling our purpose, regardless of any judgments we might subsequently project in our diminished capacity of mortal intellect. Indeed, failure to fulfill our purpose is de facto impossible.

Just so, we need not spend innumerable lives attempting to elaborate, exploit, improve or sanctify our immediate beingness, gradually making that whatever-it-is a more suitable candidate for everlasting happiness. Happiness is already our primordial state. Our natural soul state. Happiness is love, and love is us — in rest or motion, there is only that. We are all here now just riffing on that, improvising on our own essential beingness, as divine creators in the infinitely unfolding nowness of now and now and now. Right now, before we have to think about it, we are. Mission accomplished.

In our immediate presence, we tacitly fulfill our purpose. Already, before we ponder what it is, we are it, in its perfect is-ness. We can relax. Breathe. A long relaxing exhale for just letting go of what no longer serves us in being ourselves, surrendering all stressful reluctance to trust in that innocent simplicity. Awareness, just this — before, during, and after. Then, as creator beings, there is something we imaginatively add to or superimpose on this timeless perfection: experience. Many stories follow.

There are numerous forms of knowledge which benefit from verbal elaboration, since the intellect must also be included and skillfully employed in our investigation of liberation, or the process of limitless spiritual expansion. Others need none, since they communicate their essential revelation intrinsically. “Meditation” is a practice often recommended as a means of returning to our natural harmony of body/mind, especially in the often challenging and stressful environment we currently inhabit. Beyond that, it is classically employed to tour more advanced states or frequencies of light, in the unfolding revelation of the Self to Itself. If we contemplate that revelation deeply, what do we discover at the root of Self-Realization? There is only Love, and Love’s luminous radiance. What then pertains at the root of Love — at its source and destination? The simple humility of unqualified acceptance. The mind of absolute trust.