I remember hearing the song 'The bug in the rug' maybe 15 years ago. It's a spoken word sample by Coldcutt / DJ Food. After hearing the track a few times, I recall realising - it may have been an epiphany - it's so important to live with a higher perspective. I've dipped in and out of this realisation ever since.
To clarify: The bug lives in a rug. I guess it's main activities are eating and sleeping. Do bugs sleep? No idea. Anyway. The spoken word piece talked about the bug being fraught with frustration. The rug's pattern made it difficult to move around, thus the pattern, which you and I might deem beautiful, the bug perceived as problematic. The nub of the analogy was that the bug suffered from a bug's eye view. Whereas a higher state of consciousness would see the pattern and appreciate it.
Today, I've listened to 50% of a Russell Brand Eckhart Tolle podcast. Eckhart talks about consciousness and recognising that the self is not our history, our thoughts, our appearance. The true self is the silence in between. He refers to this as space consciousness. The identification with stuff, thoughts, appearance etc is object consciousness.
Through the culmination of hearing Tolle and remembering the bug, I now realise that the pattern isn't just the beautiful experience. It's all the experience. Moreover, we are the bug, the carpet, the pattern. It's all connected.
So to see the patterns as beautiful, to place oneself as having a wider, higher perspective is itself object consciousness.
Life actually happens in those spaces in between. It happens when we stop trying to get somewhere or to get something. If the bug, finds mental stillness, the bug will, for a moment, have already arrived. It will be in space consciousness, pure consciousness. It will find samadhi.
As I write these words, I simultaneously find myself worrying about grammar, clarity and, if I'm honest, how intellectual I sound to anyone reading this. This is the ego or more specifically my ego. Right there, I am identifying with object consciousness. In a way this seems ironic, to write about stepping outside of thought identity whilst recognising a thought identity. It isn't though. It's actually a eureka. It's part of waking up.
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