I accepted a mission in the consciousness shift that’s happening around the Earth right now as a pillar and communicator.
A pillar remains to the last, shuts off the lights and closes the door.
A communicator goes public with … whatever. Unlike an ordinary citizen, who doesn’t necessarily go public with … whatever it is that concerns him or her … a communicator agrees to do so.
Perhaps they’re a news anchor. Or a print journalist. Or a novelist. Or a painter. Whatever it is they communicate, they choose to do it publicly.
I’m an awareness writer. And I communicate what comes to my awareness or what I bring my awareness to.
That means that I don’t interest myself necessarily in the mechanics of the body, save as energy flows through it. I’m not medically oriented or “health” oriented, much to the chagrin of many of my friends.
I’m not interested in the chemical formula of something or its biological process.
Culture, yes. Patterns in behavior, yes. Thought systems, linguistics, communication practices, yes to all of them. Biology, chemistry, physics, medicine, no.
If I were talking to a social scientist, I’d say that mine is an ethnographic record. It proceeds by self-observation and self-reporting.
It’s also a historical record (used in the social-scientific sense) in that it proceeds in discrete time and space, to a discrete individual (me).
Another name for it is “biographical,” as in a biography written ethnographically.
Now to what it’s not.
Being an ethnographic record, and again this statement is for future social scientists, it’s neither structural-functional nor evolutionary in structure, process, or aims. In my work, I don’t consider the questions proper to those fields in these studies.
Its subject matter is consciousness. But it’s not a static study of consciousness. I work with people and so it’s a dynamic study of consciousness, consciousness in action, so to speak.
Consciousness doesn’t mean just thoughts and sensations. Feelings are the most important thing to be aware of in oneself and know in others, if one is interacting with people. How do you feel? How do you feel about that? Until we know how one another feels, we’re not well prepared to act.
Nevertheless for the greater part of the day, I operate in an essentially internal world. As a follower of the path of awareness, the proper object to keep track of over time is myself – my thoughts and feelings, prejudices and preferences, wily little tricks and acts of generosity. I am the object of my attention.
I don’t find that narcissistic. I call it self-awareness leading to Self-Realization.
If narcissism came up, that too would be observed. And the mere act of passively observing dissolves whatever “glue” there is in any thought, feeling or memory. Narcissism wouldn’t stand the dissolutive impact of the truth, lovingly self-observed. Narcissism is not permanent, eternal, and love is.
I watch how I grow, evolve or devolve over time, keeping track of where I came from in terms of consciousness and contemplating where I want to end up.
This is who I am and what I do in the matter of building Nova Earth. Apart from financial wayshowing, this area of consciousness, that I’ve just described, is the one in which I make my contribution.
It’s OK not to find my explorations interesting. Awareness as a path is not for everyone. Nor is my writing.
But this is nevertheless the crystal brick I add to the building of Nova Gaia. This is my contribution.
Much of my writing proceeds by “noticings,” which I share with you. If we were in each other’s company, you’d follow up my “share” with a share of your own. Usually a noticing.
After both of us have shared, we’d compare notes. Or noticings. That would be our spiritual currency – sharing our noticings about ourselves.
Then we’d put into practice what we learned. The growth setting I spent so much time in many years ago was a constantly-evolving world. It was a world drenched in love. Not at the outset, during which there was a lot of letting go of dysfunctional ways raised to awareness, but over time, as vasanas lifted and we found ourselves able to be with each other.
OK, one noticing. Yesterday or perhaps the day before (my grip on time is very tenuous these days, I notice) I said that I was going to let go of “cultivating” the transformed space of love, bliss, and ecstacy. I was going to let go of working at it because I was becoming attached to it and I preferred not to be.
So I did let go of the transformed space and, lo and behold, it’s back again today.
I let go of the space and the space did not flee. It returned to me again the next day without me needing to do anything.
(I note that it’s one day after the 12/12 Ascension portal.)
I’ve been following this wave of bliss that’s swept over all of us since the Blood Moon Equinox. Let me report that this time I did nothing to cultivate this current wave of bliss – not chant a mantra, not read a holy book, not even breathe up love or bliss. The natural state, the transformed space, the energy of love, bliss and ecstacy found me.
I don’t know how and I don’t much care to find out. I’m just glad it found me. It’s like welcoming an old friend.
One instance is too few to declare a pattern. Recording one incident at a time and providing a record for the use of structuralists (the pattern finders) and evolutionists is the task of ethnography.
If you love something, set it free. If it returns to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.