One Consciousness Theory
What if we are all one? What does that mean? All one, in our infinite oneness, a singularity of epic neverending proportions. We experience past lives, we claim them as our own because all we see in this illusion is our self as a separate entity. You are another of me, I am another of you. Our separation is an illusion. We see with our physical eyes we have different features, feel with our hands we feel different, smell different, taste different, sound different, so what? This is a projection of consciousness, just like our dream life. Do you trust everything you see in your dreams is real? If so, why? If not, why not? Who's to say what is and isn't real in another abstract embodiment of being? Who's to say what's real in this reality? The only thing we have is synchronicities, which turn to group consensus, which turns to what we call common sense. We all have a common sense of dreams, we all dream. Your pets even dream. Sure we can sleep to get energy, but we can also breathe to get energy, eat and drink to get energy, get our blood moving to get energy. None of that explains why we dream. Why don't we just stay “unconscious” while we sleep? Why would we have an infinite and entirely different conscious experience? We spend a third of our lives in another state of consciousness and have for years dismissed it in Western culture as random, for the first time in history. No other culture that came before us invalidated such an immense and meaningful part of our very existence as accidental, meaningless, or random. Indigenous cultures all over the world have been using dreaming and the dreaming body to pump knowledge directly from the one consciousness of all there is. Ancient cultures from the North, East, South and West have recognized the power of dreaming for thousands of years, connecting with the animals and elements of the earth, spirits from another dimension. And yet so many of us wake up every morning and think nothing of our dreams because someone once told us that, “It was nothing. It was just a dream.” like that even means anything. What does “Just a dream” even mean? If you spent a third of your waking life in an infinite realm of possibility, in struggle, in bliss, in pain, in sorrow, in awe and wonder, learning, loving, living, and came to me and told me your story and I said, “It's just another life. I don't wanna hear about it. I don't get it. You're here now so this is all that's real. Show me this real third of your life.” You'd feel furiously invalidated, denigrated, and rightfully so because I'm stating that all your experience is absolutely worthless in my eyes, and that I don't care. We are torturing ourselves and stripping away our true nature by invalidating and dismissing this third of our lives.
Excerpt from “Love Over Fear: A Foundation for Autonomy” by J. Wesley
