There are moments when you feel it.
A silence within.
A peace that seems to come from nowhere.
As if everything just falls into place.
Perhaps you recognize it when you meet someone with whom you immediately feel at home. A conversation that goes deeper than words.
A connection that remains, even when the other person is not there.
In such moments, you touch something that lies beyond ordinary thought.
Perhaps that is what we call spiritual consciousness.
In my perception, we, as humans, move between different layers of consciousness: earthly consciousness, also known as the ego, the soul, and spiritual consciousness. The ego is often seen as something to be overcome, but perhaps that is not entirely fair.
The ego is not the enemy.
It is simply an instrument.
It allows us to be here. To live in a body. To gain experiences in this world.
But the ego is not the captain of the ship.
The soul is the first mate.
Spiritual consciousness is the captain.
And sometimes we seem to forget that.
Perhaps that is also why life sometimes brings us to a halt. Through loss. Through change. Through moments when everything we thought we knew suddenly disappears.
The loss of a loved one.
The end of a relationship.
The feeling that you no longer seem to belong anywhere.
In those moments, it can feel as if we are getting lost in our own stories.
But somewhere beyond that, there is another place.
A place of silence.
A consciousness that watches, feels, and listens, without being fully drawn into what is happening. The witness consciousness. The silent observer within ourselves.
From that place, something changes.
The sorrow does not disappear.
The emotions remain.
But they are no longer our identity.
Perhaps that is the memory that life keeps bringing us back to.
Just as a drop is part of the ocean, we are part of a greater whole. The drop is not separate from the ocean. It is an expression of it.
And perhaps the same applies to us.
Perhaps we don't need to become anything.
Perhaps we only need to remember who we already are.