A funny thing happens on the way to a conversation about how you are your thoughts: most people disagree. They disagree like it’s up for debate. It isn’t. You are. And fractally, we can all see how this is so.
Oh, hold up. That actually isn’t the funny part. The funny part is that most people inclined to have such conversations do see the fact in the larger picture, the origin of fractal reminders, even when they deny it in themselves. The larger picture is this: all is embedded within consciousness. Or, as I like to say, nothingness transcends and includes thingness. The content of consciousness is inseparable from consciousness. They are both aspects of Being being.
Yeah, I really like to muck it up with the words.
But when you explain that enough times, people tend to get it. Or they come into the conversation getting it. But then when you tell them they are their thoughts, they don’t often agree, even though it is very clearly in fractal agreement with the consciousness in which all is floating around.
What are thoughts? Who are you without them? Is there a thinker without thinking? Is there thinking without anything to think about? Are they not one ball rolling on through time?
We want so desperately to be autonomous, to be individuals, to be thinkers separate from our thoughts and feelings. And yet when we abandon attachment to a certain thought, we lose emotional attachment to it and we say we are different because we feel different. More learned, perhaps, more mature. Momentarily free and joyful until we attach to the next feeling (or the same feeling) wafting off of a different line of thinking. This is what we do because this is what we are.
We are also something else, something apart from thought. The part that transcends thought; the part in which thought is included. We are pure consciousness.
But pure consciousness “self-identity” is not the thinker. Pure consciousness “self-identity” is not brain cells. Pure consciousness “self-identity” is not personal; it includes the personal. It shines through the personal when thought-as-thinker is not blocking it out.
Blocking is what we do. Blocking is what we are. Blocking is thinking and therefore the thinker.
Why wouldn’t we be? We are thought born into a thought construct, filling our bodies (headspaces, if you like) with thought constructs. We are thought through and through in and of ourselves. And we’re floating around in pure consciousness, which is inseparable from us.
We cannot hold our breath forever. We must form a gill to breathe in who we are, not merely bob along the current deliriously hallucinating that we’re breathing on our way to passing out.
That which you breathe, truly breathe, becomes you. When the self-identity of pure consciousness becomes you, only then are you individual. At the end of time, at the end of thought, in one breath, irony awaits. Our final thought is a joke.
We transcend on the breath of a laugh.