Another Choice

Mutuality

This inner being within its deep lodge, this silence that watches from the centre of oneself and ever receives the shower of light and ever remains aligned to the verticality of the conscious force, this being which is oneself truly, the ancient traveler and the new-born, observes and shares everything that happens to one – with more or less distance, more or less approval, in its own way. If we persist and insist on committing the idiocy that fascinates or obsesses us, it is in the very instant when we must get back on our feet from the slip and fall or from the blow and ponder the lesson, that we shall have its attention and company.

But whatever happens or befalls, always the essence of the experience will be preserved.

For there is indeed this constant transmutation taking place: the ore of the experience is transmuted into the gold of consciousness – in its individualized substance.

Through our experience of this human existence, twixt a birth and a death, this other self, this depth still mostly intangible, constantly develops its own completeness and the richness of its apprehension of the world.

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The perspective which gradually clears from the inner perception sometimes produces in our physical consciousness like bewilderment – are we all the subjects of a general amnesia, of an eclipse of consciousness? For, in the grasp of the inner axis which, we dimly sense, traverses all the planes of existence, we also find as if a memory – a memory of other origins or other sources or other conditions, from which we all unceasingly draw unaware

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For where does consciousness begin?

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