My Consciousness

            I sense my consciousness more deeply than any other sense I possess.  It is more apparent to me than my body.  It is distinct in it own right.  Jes suis unique.  This is how I think it works.

            Light rays from the heavens, mainly the sun, strike the face of the earth towards the sun.  These rays reflect and bounce around wildly until they hit my eye. There they are processed, like raw data. My brain, in one of it distinct centers, converts that to an image according to the data the light ray accumulated along the way and my brain then interprets that converted data to a meaningful concept than follows the story unfolding from one moment to the next. It is like river of time always flowing to the future. Things vibrate and they too are interpreted, as it is the same with smells, being touched, feeling an energy.  I am a receiver. I capture the experience of being in my consciousness.  It is recorded I know where not. I know this because it comes back to me as a memory, imperfect in ways but more valuable in others.

            The beauty of being in this body is the mobility of it, it durability, flexibility and reliability and a rather sporty design if I might say.  I can travel to all kinds of places draw in vastly different kinds of stimulus through my senses and store them in my consciousness.  To what purpose is this powerful machine of flesh and bones gifted with this power to store the experience being in a consciousness that seems infinity in its capacity.  Or is it merely to outwit my predators or my prey and to mate as I take one breath to the next?  If one understands that this store is valuable at the next level of being we may then look at being in a new light so we may maximize the quality of being in this reality.  If the quality of being in this conscious reality is not of value then it may have been brought forward from a previous conscious reality.

            I am human.  This is my present reality.  I am afforded this human body’s capabilities provided by its functions to survive on this planet amongst a vast number of various forms of beings, human and non human, doing the same thing.  This is the commonality of all living things.  Each is given the right to be for as long as they are capable, including me.  Some do it alone, some do it in groups and become a whole with many parts, as humans do.  It provides a better chance for survival. It gives us control of the necessities of surviving the elements that are present on this world.  Life is a struggle for all beings.  Yet we are charged with the duty of experiencing that being according to the capabilities of the nature of our being, mine being human, and a whale’s being a whale and a desert flower’s being a desert flower. Being will be when and where it can be, but not, where it can not be though being can be everywhere, it depends on the form of being.  There is a driving force that motivates us to survive these places and to experience the level of consciousness we are capable of in order to flow harmoniously along the river of time.  We call it our will, our will to be. That is why we resist death. We are destined to wring every ounce being into our consciousness that we possibly can.