The age of enlightenment

During a car trip yesterday I was skirting that sweetly lulled, road-induced state between waking and sleeping with my face buried between Gwydion's shoulder and the driver's seat. That state of consciousness is where I always find the most clarity, it's just like meditation. I started deconstructing the ego as though an existential map was right in front of me, and I suddenly understood existence as a form of light. The phrase popped into my mind, "I am consciousness," appearing to me as clearly and obviously as my own name, like a mantra. Then I started to deconstruct fear, and I observed the fear of losing the tight grip on self and identify--which I'm certain is the same as being afraid of dying. I observed the fear in myself, saw death as a simple process of splitting and rejoining, a return to the ocean of consciousness. I was at peace with participating in our very human, mostly biologically imperative illusions of reality while I glowed with euphoria after that glimpse of true fearlessness. I don't feel pressure to completely lose the fear. Rather, I feel appreciative of whatever this strange simulation is that we all seem to be part of. I sense an ocean of clarity and intuition within every sentient being--that's referred to as Atma in the Vedic tradition. We all share it, and it's no more separate from the universe than the self is separate from the body

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