Subconscious, Conscious And Superconscious

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Picture by Dimitry Belikov

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We all have a notion, at least intuitive, of what is the subconscious mind. It refers to all those pieces of information, all those energies of which we’re not aware in daily life. It’s basically the product of our upbringing, of our conditioning, more or less supported by the physiology of our growing little bodies.

The conscious mind, on the other hand, is all about what we can label and imagine, decision making, “logical” thinking. In most cases is only directed by the subconscious, by the past, printed in our body-mind ego structure. Good news is that we have the power to rewrite the subconscious in order to attract different circumstances in our lives. How so? By means of our innate ability to focus. Of the trillions of bits of information we can perceive, we choose only less than two million. To direct our focus we must use techniques like visualization, affirmations, physically active rituals involving yoga, dancing, acting. All of them are very powerful as long as they are charged with emotion – energy in motion. In this way, we tap into the vibrational aspect of reality, that some call the 4th dimension.

All good. It’s a very powerful state of consciousness, you can literally and metaphorically, do the magic in 4D. However, you can feel that we’re missing out something. What’s that? Yes, you got it. The superconscious. That is the realm of the essence. Beyond past conditioning, beyond conscious thinking. It’s amazing when you realize that you can tap into it right now. Actually, you can only access it now. The prerequisite to align to a 5th-dimensional state of consciousness, that, for the record, is your natural state, is being present to the moment. True presence connects you to the superconscious. Why? Because you let go of labeling your experience through past-conditioned reasoning. It’s all about real novelty. You let the wordless intelligence of nature, of pure consciousness, of the Universe, of God – however you feel more comfortable to call it – flow through you.

From a 3D and 4D perspective, connecting to the divine is a process that takes time. The research of God, some say. Nonetheless, by realizing time is an ego-generated illusion anyways, you can fully tap into presence. Here and now. How to do that?

I’m going to mention some techniques you can research deeply by yourself after reading this article. We have that of  Proprioception, namely perceiving the aliveness in your physical body. We have Mindfulness Meditation, that mainly focuses on the five senses, separately and simultaneously. And we have more, I assure you. However, what really helped me in my experience, as a beginner and forward, is observing my thoughts and emotions neutrally. A non-judgemental attitude really makes a difference when it comes to awareness. You really let nature do its thing.

 

Herons

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In Everything That You Do

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Picture: The Light Breaks Through by Kimberley Harris

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I am you

In everything that I do;

You are me

You’re the sand and the sea;

They are us

When they get off the bus;

We are them

When we dance our amen;

There’s only Life.

So you use that knife:

The veil is ripped, the farce dissolves.

Light breaks through, in everything that you do.

 

Herons

We Are Among You: Episode I

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Picture: The Campfire Alien by Valarie Pacheco

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“They seriously think they are their body?” asks Juma.

“Oh, they’re so cute… Look at that one he’s letting his mind control him completely! He’s beating the other! Hahahaaa! Ahhh… Humans.” exhale Kimi with a childlike smile on his face.

“They’re funny indeed… Cover that third eye!” whispers Juma.

“Oh… Yes, haha, sorry.” His third eye dissolves in his forehead.

“Do you want everybody to discover us?”

“Well, considering the state of things, it wouldn’t be a bad idea…” says Kimi.

“You know it. Their ego wouldn’t stand it. They’re not ready yet. It’s going to take a while. And by the way, the high vibrational ones – if there are any – will recognize us anyway.”

“Alright, let’s play this game then.”

“Exactly, but stay present, these bodies we use have an ego-software mind by default. Anytime you feel like you’re getting confused – it may happen, don’t laugh – watch the scars on your palms. Yes, the energetic holes.”

“Right. Uh, it seems like we’re already having our roles in this. You are the serious and focused one, I am the silly funny guy.”

“It’s part of the deal,” Juma shakes her breasts.

“You shouldn’t handle your front package like that, those humans seem a tad too attracted by it.”

“Oh, right, I’m a… Woman.” She sees herself in a shop’s window.

“Pretty hot too, wait a sec, what’s going on down here…”

“Oh that’s a man thing, these bodies are designed to mimic unity through the act of mating,” she slowly enunciates.

“Right, it feels strange… Oh, I can transmute this tingling energy to other energetic centres in the body. Wow, these 3D vehicles are pretty cool if you don’t count the density and heaviness.” appreciates Kimi.

“So, what’s next?”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh,” sighs Juma, ”you’re right there’s only now.”

“Watch your hands – please.” Kimi coaxes his companion.

“Let’s have fun with this then.”

“Oh, that’s what I like to hear from a hottie like you!”

“Is it normal that my body feels like picking up a stone and smash your brain?”

“They call it anger. It was useful to humans when they needed to fight for survival in nature. Then, for some reason, they grew affectionate to it and conditioned the later generations to have it. Look at those drunkards, for example, they think they’re separate to one another and anger is their favourite toy.”

“Ahh, I see, it looks pretty exciting,” admits Juma, “my body resonates with that lower energy in their bodies.”

“Well, yes, it’s like a drug, it takes over on you… It’s their pain body. The collective ego-mind software of the planet is still affected by that kind of energy. In actuality, it’s residue energy produced by the blocks in their individual bodies. That’s conditioning as well. Are you listening, Juma?”

“Yes, don’t label me, please. Look at that girl, she seems special…”

“Oh, your body must be – so they call it – lesb…”

“Shut up, she’s woke,” Juma throws herself towards the shiny girl grabbing Kimi’s harm, “she’s woke as fuck.”

“Hey, I saw your halo from afar, so good to…”

“Do I know you?” she stops her kindly. She has blond hair tied in a chignon; her face is pale, and the green eyes shape suggest her extra-terrestrial familiarity – she looks a bit like a frog, a pretty one though.

“No, hmm, yes, of course…”

“Wait a minute, Kharel? From Taygeta in the Pleiades?!” interrupts Kimi.

“How do you…”

Kurìla-kula ilal esh, sumarei.”

“Sorry, I don’t speak the language. I mean I’ve forgotten it. You know this conditioning shit…”

“Cheer up, we’re here for you.” Kimi embodies a the Superman power pose.

“No! Come on, you must have read my sci-fi blog! This is a prank!” She starts laughing to cover her embarrassment and the light surrounding her body dims. “I almost… Almost, eh.”

“Should I show her the third eye?” asks Kimi.

“Nope, she’s got to realize it by herself,” Juma shushes him.

“I’ve got it guys, thanks so much… Where are the cameras? Am I going to be on the internet?”

“Were you meditating before we’ve stopped you?” asks Juma.

“Yes, but you know that from my YouTube tutorials on mindfulness.”

“Her ego is in defense mo-o-ode,” gloats Kimi.

“Have a good day, sis” says Juma with a neutral smile on her face. They walk around the corner while the girl freezes, gaping in the middle of the sidewalk.

They walk a mile under the sun, and they start sweating abundantly.

“So, these things need to be maintained at the beginning, and they need a sort of fuel… What the heck?”

Juma has passed out and is lying on the floor, her mouth open in a painful grimace.

“Mmm, yeah, the fuel…”

 

Herons

 

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The Man With The Brown Top Hat

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Picture by Rob Hain

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It’s dark inside, the air is damp, the birch wooden moldings of the room are as dusty as the huge amethyst geode lying upwards on the coffee table like a sacrificial bowl. The guy’s holding a knife towards himself, its sharp point pinching his breastbone.

Suddenly someone breaks in: it’s Coriander. James Coriander looks at the suicidal guy with apprehension. “What on earth are you doing?” James asks quietly but firmly.

“I’m ejecting myself. I’m tired, mate. I’ve chosen to contribute from another dimension, the 3D is exhausting.”

“You’re meant to be with us on Earth, you’ve signed the agreement with me and the others.”

“I know!”

“Sleepy humans have contaminated you, isn’t it? It’s your earthling avatar, the ego software-mind, who wants to eject. Look around you,” he waves his arm across the room, “no wonder.”

“I am bored, mate.”

“Because you’ve lost your connection!”

“Yeah, they cut down the Wi-Fi last month…”

“See?! You’ve swamped yourself in the density of matter.”

“You’re damn right,” he admits.

“Now, you come with me.”

“Where do we go?”

“Here. Sit.”

They sit on the leather couches, facing each other. Coriander dusts off the geode with a rag he’s found on the sofa, then he looks at the guy right in the eyes. “Breathe deeply. Once again. In,” he inhales, “and out,” he exhales. “Now, let’s regain your connection with an IBE.”

“IBE? I knew about OBEs…”

“As far as I can see, you’re having Out of Body Experiences most of the time, with all that thinking.” He giggles. “Let’s have an Inner Body Experience. So you’ll be able to reconnect to the Silence Underneath All Sounds.”

“Ooh- ooh, meditation, this reminds me of my awakening four years ago. I think I’ve grown to like duality, you know.”

“Enough to consider ejection…”

“Mmmh, touché.”

“Feel the energy that sustains your body. The vital vibration inside of you. Let’s bring our awareness to the feet, up to the knees, thighs, pelvis, belly, chest. Let’s climb the spine, up to the neck. Focus on your shoulders, down to the elbows, wrists, palms, and fingers. Feel your awareness lighten up the body. Feel your heart-center. Be present to your neck – enough to shut off the chattering mind. Breathe. Relax your face, deeply. The forehead, and the whole cranium. Now that you’re dwelling in your body, stay there. If the mind starts talking again, gently go back to the activated body.”

“It hurts, man.”

“That’s the Pain Body. No worries, observe it without labels. It’s not positive, nor negative. It’s just residue energy in your avatar structure that the conditioning has trapped in over the years. Observe it as much as you want, cherish it, witness it.”

Time dissolves. Their mind becomes less and less talkative.

“You’ve got to cultivate this space of non-thought to raise your vibe. We need you here, man.” He smiles.

“How did you know my address?”

“Well, simple. An old woman almost fell down the front stairs and dropped her grocery bags. I helped her and seen the painting hanging in the hall – the one with a woman dressed in red dancing flamenco. I got curious and I’ve chosen to step in, helping the old woman carry her bags at her door – she lives on the ground floor.”

“Oh, Mrs. Andersen. And why you came up to the attic?”

“Well, a kitten guided me upstairs with her feline winking. So I found myself on your landing; I smelled methane from your door, a lot of methane – let’s not turn on the lights, please.”

“Actually that was my first suicidal plan,” he sniggers, ”yet I chose to not make a fire parade to get out of here.”

“What’s your current name?”

“You mean the given name? George. But they call me Taro, like the Alt-J song.”

“I’m Coriander.”

Taro and Coriander walk out the door and find themselves in the middle of South Bridge. A smell of noodles hit their nostrils. The two descend towards North Bridge, where the Man with The Brown Top Hat is waiting for them. They can see him in the distance, like a ghost among the stream of people flowing back and forth on the sidewalk. His frozen eyes glow like a portal. The boys keep on walking towards him, without losing his glance-grip. At the same time, they are aware of everything around them and they can slide among the crowd like young salmons. They finally reach him. The electromagnetic field around the three of them becomes almost visible. Some eyes linger on the trio with curiosity. The old man, his silver hair rocking in the wind, lays one hand on Taro’s shoulder, the other on Coriander’s. Most of the people fade along, naturally repulsed by their energy field. Others stop for a split-second and have a momentary glimpse of eternity. The Man with The Brown Top Hat smiles and starts falling to his knees; the two chaps spring to help him up, but his face says no. The old man closes his eyes and the features of his one-day bearded face become more relaxed. His energy dims for a second, then it bursts and overwhelms Coriander and Taro. His apparently material body starts dissolving in the air in multicolour dust, and the seagulls sing aloud. The two feel incredibly energised and start to laugh and shout out loud. The crowd streaming around them looks at them with suspicion, and probably, a pinch of fear. Coriander breathes in the fresh afternoon breeze and watches the historical buildings; then he moves his gaze up to the Castle. Taro follows. Every image is so vivid, every sound so clear, every gust of wind so pure on the skin, every smell so definite; the coffee in their mouth lingers pleasantly. A couple of girls chime in: “Hey, Taro! Who’s your freshly harvested friend here?”

“He’s Coriander, Lindsay.”

“I love it in hot soups,” adds Madeleine with a touch of mischief.

They start walking together back to South Bridge, carrying their symphony of jokes, puns, and giggles, as the sun appears above the old building’s eaves, above the puddles, the trodden sidewalks, and all forms in existence.

 

Herons