Every morning, a mysterious force, coming from the nocturnal nothingness, lights up my diurnal consciousness. These first moments are pure like the morning dew where the sparkles of the new Sun sparkle... But too quickly this receptacle is filled with my thoughts and personal memories, my emotions and my instinctive inclinations. It is to this 3-dimensional content that I usually say “me”. I no longer notice the receptacle without which this content could not have existed… These 3 dimensions randomly mix together creating what I feel like “myself, my personality” which rolls through the day thanks to the force of its own inertia… I no longer realize that I am not these 3 dimensions, they are only my clothes. In reality I am the receptacle, I am the silent presence which inhabits it, which has the strength to choose what may or may not have access to my consciousness. I can purify, fill these 3 dimensions with new capacities, learn to associate them in a harmonious way. By doing this I co-create and attract to my consciousness a whole new world... And at the same time, this New World, it approaches me of its own volition, whether I like it or not... It is its approach that triggers in me the clash between my personality and my new consciousness. This shock brings out in an exacerbated way these 2 worlds which stand out more and more in me... And it's up to me to choose, and to update this choice every day, which world between these 2 I want to make real by living it...
A war is raging? But where is his battlefield? Wouldn't it be MY conscience, OUR conscience, the conscience of each one of us? …
The whole of humanity is experiencing a crisis analogous to my, to our individual crisis, an unprecedented crisis... In reality, it is our inner crisis which is projected outside and brings about the shaking of civilization as we still knew it. 2 years ago.
The old unconsciousness, the prison of my little personality, does not want to let go. Would it be surprising? She wants to ensure her survival, she wants to secure the perimeter that encompasses the smallness of her virtual existence. Death is his deepest anguish. By trying to escape it, illusorily, she is ready for anything… Like the mega-personality of all humanity? Does she prove to be ready to renounce the chimera of freedom in the name of the false promise of security?...
These ghostly and apocalyptic shadows, do they have their own reality? …they are rising for one and only reason – the coming of the mighty Light, of the consciousness of a New World.
text proposed by Konstantin Bondarenko
