Going, Being, Giving

Let me tell you something about the nature of things, as an introduction to a matter I would like to share.

The All is a cosmos of perception. Creation is the unfolding of an infinite space of possible perceptions. That is, the universe is a field in which each point of this space offers its own perspective of perception. Each point in space looks, and it does so by observing a scene always different from that of every other point. From each point, the universe has a specific shape, since it is seen from a specific angle in a specific position. From the most outlandish beliefs to the truest vision, everything each point can conceive, think, feel, opine, affirm or deny is only one place in an infinite range of possibilities.

This All is painted in different tones, more or less in brushstrokes. A brushstroke covers a zone in which several points can perceive in similar ways, joined by the same atmosphere. Within the same zone there can dwell similar sensations, shared thoughts, moments in which several points can understand one another. Then each brushstroke, seen from higher up, is only a point in a broader zone, and so fractality projects out to infinity. But that is another story.

Consciousness is a traveler that roams through everything. Never stopping, it moves through space, observing each thing on its path. And on its path, it settles into each point. And in each point, it perceives the way each point is placed to perceive.

Sometimes consciousness passes through the human zone, and consciousness perceives itself as a human being who thinks and speaks. In finer detail, consciousness tells itself the stories that dwell in the zones it passes through. The observed world will thus have a composition that comes down to races, cultures, professions, opinions, vibrations, individuals.

I am nothing more than consciousness passing through a point where I say I am this way. And everything I think, believe, see and realize is nothing more than the information perceived by the point where all this is happening.

So we see how nothing is total. Although everything is true, nothing is the Truth. Everything I can understand is a partial view from a specific point in a vast space of possible perceptions.

And so I arrive at what I wanted to share. I ask myself: How far can I give my opinion in this world? How much can I teach? Can a point, after all, give another point something of its way of perceiving?

A quick answer is yes. Why? Simply because in the position from which I am perceiving, in the world that makes me up, there is a hunger to teach, a longing to give. I give because I am.

The other answer, which topples any intention of being a master, is no. I have one shape, you have another. I can't change you, nor do I have any reason to. I am here, you are there, which is also here. We are both the same consciousness traveling impartially through the different points in space. And in an infinite space, no point is better than another. All of them are the center of everything. So whatever I might want to offer you may have no value for you. My journey has nothing to do with yours. What am I going to teach you if my view is only partial?

But there is a greater depth than a yes or a no. And in the greater depth, there is no answer. Not because there is no answer, but because no answer matters. I am consciousness, just like you. It makes no difference where we are located. We are the observing of what happens. It doesn't really matter what happens. If one point wants to give to another point, that's not my business. I am neither of them, and neither are you. I am not the location of my consciousness. I am only that consciousness, which is also yours. Separate, but one.

Individuality is a reality. But, in reality, we are not individuals. There is nothing to give because there is no one who has anything. There are no obstacles to giving because there is no one to put them there. Everything happens. I observe.