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Quote: I had a dream just before waking this morning which as usual seemed "real" and "logical" , but in the light of full "wakefulness" the dream became nonsensical and unstructured. It is this qualitative shift of "mental operations" that we would normally call "becoming conscious".
Yes, and let's keep in mind that the ego wasn't dreaming. Upon the dream ending, and the sensation of awaking up and the return of the ego, the ego-self assumes possession of the dream, which lends a sense of realness to its "wakeful" level or state, as does the ego's ?'evaluation' of the night dream. So the ego doesn't ?'become' conscious.
What is ?'it' that is conscious?
What is it that is awake?
If there is no ?'it' then we are left with consciousness or wakefulness absent something that has it as an attribute or characteristic etc. There is just wakefulness or wide, awake Consciousness. And as Douglas Harding says, "Nothing is awake to itself as Nothing."
Quote:Now I am prepared to concede that there may be higher levels of consciousness from which normal "wakefulness" itself becomes dreamlike or deconstructed, and it is this potential "equivalence" of "level shift" which may be of practical interest.
Yes, a higher level of consciousness, as you say, or another mode of being, as others have said does not negate the lower level. The dream continues and sages continue with the ability to make distinctions.
Quote:However, an ultimate shift to "Tat Tvam Asi" implies nothing but "silence" i.e. the cessation of relationship.
Right.
Under the roar of duality lies the silence, the emptiness, no'thing'ness etc. If it's there, if it is what we are, it is always, already the case. Its practical value or interest is ego ?'inter-est'.
inter - between
est = being
The cessation of relationships is the cessation of problems and solutions.
Here's some prose from Alfred Tennyson:
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..a kind of waking trance, I have frequently had, quite up from my boyhood, when I have been all alone. This has generally come upon me by repeating my own name two or three times to myself, silently, till all at once, as it were out of the intensity of consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade into boundless being; and this not a confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, the weirdest of the weirdest, utterly beyond words, where death was almost a laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction, but the only true life
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