I'm glad you are part of my consciousness.
When I went to bed, I found myself a little uncomfortable with the idea that my consciousness has the power that it has. It was liberating in the sense that I could shape the world into what I want, and even seemed to give me an arrogant disregard for those who disagree with me, cuz ultimately, I could will those people away. . . they weren't even real. . . they were fabrications of consciousness. . . I felt powerful and vain. Naively flying the bird. It seemed a tenuous balance, the faith in ones own faith to expand and grow the apparent reality of the colossal numbers of tiny and evil consciousnesses that seem to be exponentially or cancerously growing. It just didn't seem responsible to cultivate my own garden. And yet, it simultaneously seemed that I've been neglecting my potential. Maybe the beer just wasn't kickin' in.
consciousness drives the universe, but "you" don't
right.I must have been confusing the consciousness of my dream world, (which I've only been able to control lucidly a handful of times in my life) with the waking world.
we need to start licensing these driving consciousnesses.
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