Sunday, February 26, 2023

Clear...

Clear consciousness. It's such a gift. Something we are lucky to access/possess. At least for a time. It's a mystery too. Do we plug into consciousness, or do we wield it? Does is descend upon us, or does it emerge from us? It's hard to know, I mean, even the really smart folks amongst us aren't sure about the nature of consciousness. It seems like a gift from nature, but it also seems a bit super-natural. Once you realize how powerful and wonderful clear consciousness is, you really come to treasure it, and understand it's a rare, good thing. Sort of a super-power that is so embedded, we take it for granted. There were those times, those years, when clouding up one's consciousness; altering, and befouling it, seemed like fun, or an escape, an entertainment. Now all that seems so obviously wrong-headed and life-killing. There is Human Consciousness, but then, is it just a sub-set of a larger, Universal Consciousness? Who knows? We don't know if it evaporates or disappears when our bodies fail. Do we meld into a bigger consciousness, or do we fade away to a state of no-consciousness? Overwhelming questions this a.m. I awoke to a glorious sunrise. An almost mystical event. It lit me up. I almost feel inadequate to face the day. Reality can be so enthralling, overwhelming, consuming. I vow to stay clear today. Transparent. Alive. Aware. Awake. Seems like the least one can do. Honor the day. Honor the clear consciousness that hovers like a great invisible cloud of light and wonder.