I recall reading recently that what we remember about ourselves is never thereafter lost.
They’re talking about our understanding expanding as we evolve and we never lose thereafter what we’ve remembered.
Not lost, perhaps, but I think it can be surrendered, as all of us did on descending from the higher realms to assist with this Ascension. (1)
I was musing in this manner as I looked at the shelves of my books on enlightenment. Long neglected. I apologize. No time anymore. Later. If a “later” comes.
My eyes hit upon the title of one of Franklin Merrell-Wolff’s books, The Philosophy of Consciousness Without an Object. (2) And they stayed there.
Consciousness without an object. I can’t imagine that because I can only imagine what I already know.
Without an object. Does that mean that everything is going on within one’s self?
I’ve had one experience of that. I once found myself looking out over the vast universe and knowing that what I was looking at was inside of me.
I hope I don’t wander as a result of this next comment. I want to stay on topic. Wing man!
If the heart is a portal to the higher dimensions, and the direction is inside myself, further and further, then it becomes not a great leap to consider that, in the event in question, I’d reach the place where I could look out onto an inner universe.
I like to think there isn’t much that would surprise me nowadays … but consciousness without an object?
Don’t overlook that this may be an eternal truth (consciousness can have no object) which is making itself known by giving me a warm fuzzy feeling whenever I say the words.
Consciousness without an object. OK, I get a picture of blackness, a void. There is no bliss in me while I’m getting that picture.
There would need to be bliss to elevate me so that my seeing at that higher level would be considered a realization at my everyday level.
Without bliss it lacks impact. Right now, it’s more like I’m deducing.
Consciousness without an object. The void is conscious, we say.
A conscious Void.
The Omnipresent Subject.
The One without a second, in whose name we fight our wars. (2)
The One who is All, while being none.
It’s me and It’s not me. And I’ll never know it with the mind.
Consciousness without an object….
Footnotes
(1) See An Explosion in the Meaning of Humanness at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/An-Explosion-in-the-Meaning-of-Humanness-13.pdf
(2) Franklin Merrell-Wolff, The Philosophy of Consciousness Without an Object. Reflections on the Nature of Transcendental Consciousness. New York: Julian Press, 1973.
(2) God is with us!