Each Species Has an Imagination

More of consciousness than awareness. And in some of the writings here, it is suggested that reality is consciousness, and consciousness is imagination. Thus, all we see, feel experience, and beyond can be likened to art. What has created this unending, living and breathing masterpiece? In other words, I ask: Is it all born from a blank canvas? You could liken this to Zen's void, the no-thing.

 

this is very cool it makes sense.

 

When I said, "More of consciousness than awareness", I believe I was mistaken. Consciousness can imply awareness. The more integral and mature one's consciousness is, the more they are capable of perceiving, thus being aware of. Just a thought.

 

"What lies beyond the mind?" the student asked
"Everything." said the master
"Everything?"
"Yes everything."
"Can I see Everything?"
"You can, but you'll have to use your mind to do that."
"How do I do that?"
"You must see that you are part of Everything."
"How will I know when I see Everything?"
"When it makes sense. When its a complete picture. This incudles yourself."
"Is Everything a mental State?"
"Yes, but it is also the reality. It is a mental state to you."

 

"So, who are you?" Asked Spirit, bluntly, matter-of-factly.

"I am me. I am my thoughts, my feelings. I am my anger, my love, my hate, my sorrow. I am my joy and my despair."

"Are you? Or do you merely associate yourself with these things because you have looked no further?"

I sat quietly for a moment, pondering the questioning. I took it in and chewed it for a while, familiarizing myself with its taste and texture.

"Is there anything but my thoughts and feelings?" I asked, picking up on Spirit's inquisitive attitude. "Instincts perhaps?"

"How could you be any of these things that you observe? Think of that. You watch the trees rustle here, as the wind passes through. You watch the clouds form and dissipate into the blue sky. You watch the water on the lake ripple and splash. You observe all of these things, yet you are none of them. All the same, you observe your thoughts, you are aware of them, you watch them. You observe each emotion, each experience, each perception, yet you are not entirely them. Who are you, this consciousness, this silent observer, who is aware of all of these things? Have you ever questioned that, or merely settled into the dancing objects of the world; the clouds, the ripples, the sky, your thoughts, your feelings?"

That question really hit me. I wanted to remain silent and reflect this, but the Spirit followed up, pushing me to answer immediately.

"Who are you," Spirit asked again, "if you are none of these things?"

"Who are you? What is it, that primordial being?"