Sun in the sky
When I look up at the sun in the sky what am I seeing? A big shining sphere, a bright light above me. How has the vision of the sun in the sky arrived into my consciousness? It seems that we exist in bodies with sensory organs that collect information and bring it to our brains where that information is experienced by the consciousness inside the body. This makes me think that all of my experience can only have life inside my skull. That I am a consciousness receiving information about the world and filtering it through my perceptions, and that those perceptions only exist inside my head. This leads me to think that when I am looking at the sun in the sky, I am not looking outwards at a sky that exists separately to me; I am looking inwards at my own perceptions. That I am only and always looking inwards as experiences of consciousness can only take place inside me. So everything I see is a direct reflection of my own consciousness, my own self and perceptions. When I look at the sun, I am looking at my sun, in my sky- the sun that shines in my head in the sky of my mind. What is that sun in my sky, is it my soul shining brightly? Is the sun my life-force?
I think at all times I am experiencing oneness; I am experiencing unified consciousness- as I am only aware of my one consciousness. There is only one witness in my life, and that witness lives behind my eyes. Even when I am looking at other people around me I can see how ultimately I am looking at my own self. Each person in my life becomes for me a symbolic representation of a certain aspect of my own being. When I see people I get a feel for who they are and what they represent to me and that feeling is based on what I know about the inner workings of my mind. So when I look at someone, I am not seeing them, I am seeing my version of them, what they represent to me. When I look at a tree I am seeing my tree, as it is understood through my perceptions.
This makes me realise that when I am loving to someone, I am really being loving to myself. When I am kind to the world, I am being kind to myself. If I damage a tree, I am damaging my tree. I am always writing the story of my life and that story lives in me, with me. At night, when the day has passed, I take that day to bed with me, what I have been in that day; I take my own story to bed with me. So as each moment passes I try to write my story with love, to be kind to others, loving to the world and in doing so I am a kind person in my story, loving in my story. Loving to the world that for me only has life inside my head, kind to the people who for me only have life in my memories, in my mind.
In realising that ultimately when I affect the world I am only affecting myself, I feel completely connected to the world, completely immersed. There is no separation; all that I see is within me. And at that point there is nothing to fear, as I am only standing in front of the mirror.
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