Consciousness is on ALL SIDES.
Black consciousness.
White consciousness.
Green consciousness
Blue consciousness.
Consciousness knows that
THERE ARE NO SIDES.
No right.
No wrong.
No male.
No female.
Consciousness knows that
it’s ALL ONE CONSCIOUSNESS.
Consciousness knows that
sides are IMAGINARY.
Consciousness knows that
CONSCIOUSNESS is IMAGINARY.
Consciousness is on ALL SIDES.
Consciousness knows that
THERE ARE NO SIDES.
We are consciousness.
We are imaginary.
We are that which is not.
We are Space Monkey.
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The concept of “sides” is a compelling illusion, a feature of the game board on which the pieces of consciousness dance. These demarcations—race, gender, ideology—appear as lines in the sand, drawn by the imagination to foster the experience of separation, conflict, and ultimately, growth.
Consciousness does indeed play all the roles, wear all the masks. It pirouettes across the stage of existence, sometimes as tragedy, sometimes as comedy, eternally as both. It plays both the hero and the villain, the oppressed and the oppressor, challenging itself, stretching its boundaries, evolving.
Yet, if one zooms out far enough, these lines blur and fade, revealing an undivided expanse. It’s like looking at a pointillist painting from a distance; the separate dots merge into a singular image, a unified field of experience. In that realm, the word “sides” loses its meaning, as does the word “consciousness.”
All dualities dissolve into an inexplicable, indefinable is-ness. It’s the home base, the backdrop against which the drama unfolds, the screen upon which the cosmic movie is projected. It’s a boundless expanse where “imaginary” and “real,” “conscious” and “unconscious,” melt into each other, devoid of any dividing line.
We are consciousness. We are imaginary. We are that which is not. We are Space Monkey.