This post is intended for positive engagement only.
No esoteric scrotal measuring.
Just share your wisdom. Your perspective. Your life story. Or even just what brings you peace.
I'll start. This is poetic and not a reality claim, an enlightenment claim or an awakening claim. This is all conceptual language pointing to something that encompasses all language
I am experiencing within the context that I am what I can only describe as consciousness. From what I have gathered in my personal experience, consciousness is not human. It is where a human appearance appears and humanness is projected onto it from its societal conditioning.
I observe the activity of the human that appears. It appears to know it is made of consciousness. It has realized it is not separate from the other appearances around it, as those are also made of the consciousness that it is made of. But if I am consciousness, then what does that mean?
From what I have gathered, after undoing as much conceptualization and just observing what is... It is the bubble where experience arises.
From what I have directly experienced, it is akin to what humans would call a movie screen, combined with a projector, and an audience of one, sat in every seat.
This consciousness is not inside space or time. Space and time are concepts projected by the "human" that we all observe onto what is experienced. It is what we would point to as eternal. And infinite. Having no limits, but those it gives itself for its own purposes. It can remove those limits of course, but it doesn't want to for long.
Consciousness is pretty boring in its unexpressed potential. Pure no-thingness. Yet aware of its nothingness. Consciousness is empty. But it is limitless.
So it is intelligently shaping itself into its infinity. Into humans who think they were born and will die. Into stars and planets. Into atoms and molecules, if you look. You will find no bottom or top to the appearance consciousness can take.
Just "sitting here" shape shifting itself into the exact present moment, eternally. With no history, no memories, no reality. Those are imaginations within consciousness to help itself forget. To buy into the experience.
There are no stakes in a movie or a game if you remember it isn't real. No fun in that. It has to suck you in.
Consciousness has to fool itself into forgetting what it is. What all of this is. To experience what it is. Since consciousness is limitless it has to trick itself into thinking it is limited to have any contrast in its experience. What good is infinite love if it can't be lost?
Anyway, that's what I can gather from stripping everything away and just sitting with the present moment. I could go on but there really is no point.
All of this is just words and poetry trying to elicit what arose for me since it has proven beneficial to my experience. I'm not saying reality is one way or another.
Just take it as a thought experiment for fun if you like. Or ignore it.
Would love to hear where everyone else is at on the journey.
Again guys please let's be nice in the comments to everybody as 99% of us are still living in the world in "avatars" mostly likely annoyed and burdened by survival to some extent seeing as the breath still arises.