Today I have been playing with a construct to explain consciousness. Here it is thus far. It is a work in progress.
Image nothing, like the darkness of space.
Image in this place a sheet of perfectly transparent glass. You cannot see the glass because there is no light and the glass is perfectly transparent. There is only nothing. The perfectly transparent sheet of glass is a metaphor for consciousness or what we believe to be God.
Directly opposite, and in perfect alignment to the sheet of glass is a blank canvas. The blank canvas is a metaphor for the universe, as perceived through the human mind.
The sheet of glass cannot see the blank canvas, nor can the blank canvas see the sheet of glass because all around is nothing. There is no light. There is no space. There is no time. There is simply nothing. Everything is peaceful.
The sheet of perfectly transparent glass begins to paint a picture onto the blank canvas.
The first thing that the sheet of glass paints is itself. It paints nothing, because the sheet of glass cannot see itself, it is transparent. The canvas becomes aware of something, but it cannot see itself nor can it see the sheet of glass. In the absence of anything, there is only nothing. However, now there is awareness, but it is an awareness of nothing.
The sheet of glass then decides to paint light onto the canvas and in that moment the canvas sees itself in the reflection created in the sheet of glass. The light from the canvas, that falls on one side of the sheet of glass, creates the illusion we call a reflection. The sheet of glass is still perfectly transparent, but the light reflects off the glass and back onto the canvas because on the other side of the sheet of glass is still nothing. The canvas sees the reflection. The canvas believes it has just created light because, as far as it is concerned, the canvas is the source of the light.
The sheet of glass continues to paint a wonderful picture onto the canvas. The whole time the canvas is looking at its perfect reflection on the sheet of glass. It is unaware that it is not the sheet of glass because there is no such thing as space and time separating the sheet of glass and the canvas. They are one, but they are different. The canvas cannot see itself, it only see its reflection on the sheet of glass.
The sheet of glass does not see itself, but then it does not need to. It is conscious of itself. The sheet of glass does see the canvas and the picture that it is forming onto the canvas.
The picture on the canvas becomes ever more complex. Soon the sheet of glass becomes so bemused by the wonders on the canvas that it forgets that it is a sheet of perfectly transparent glass.
The canvas begins to takes on a life of its own. It believes that it has now become consciousness. That it is God. The canvas even starts to paint its own picture. It masterfully paints its own reflection onto the sheet of glass.
Slowly, the sheet of perfectly transparent glass becomes less transparent.
The canvas is unaware that it is now painting itself onto the sheet of glass. The canvas cannot see itself. The canvas only sees its reflection and so the glass and the canvas appear to be the same thing.
They are both the same thing, but only one is real. The other is an illusion, a reflection.
Enlightenment comes when you awaken to the realisation that you are not the canvas, nor are you the reflection, but you are in fact the sheet of, almost perfectly transparent glass.
What comes after enlightenment is the removal of the paint that the canvas has painted onto you. Once the paint has been removed from the sheet of glass, you are once again a sheet of perfectly transparent glass. You are a perfect reflection of all that surrounds you.
From that moment on you are free to paint whatever picture you choose back onto the canvas.
What you choose to paint next could be a revelation…