mind and consciousness

mind as objective experience can be subdivided into various elements, like various minds, or the function of ‘thinking’ specifically – but for most intents and purposes, ‘mind’ is an umbrella term for a collection of perceived objects.

for instance, your thinking mind is the collection of objects known as ‘my thoughts’.
or, your human mind is the collection of objects known as ‘my perceptions’.
or, a global-human mind is the collection of objects that appear as ‘all humanity’s perceptions’.

the limitations of all these definitions is that they are objects perceived by consciousness. in other words, no matter how you slice your definition of mind-as-objects, the primary limitation of it will be that it is perceived.

i.e. You, consciousness, are not your mind.

mind is perceived; consciousness is that which perceives it
mind is made of consciousness; consciousness is not made of mind
mind is a collection of objects; consciousness is the reality of them

mind-at-large is the motion of consciousness – and consciousness is its perceiver.


nothing that has ever arisen in mind (that could mean thoughts, sensations, mentations, perceptions – anything objective) has ever touched or stained or perturbed or affected consciousness itself in any way whatsoever.

but – and here’s the rub – although the word consciousness points to its referent, ‘I’ – the thought of consciousness, as well as the ‘I’ thought – are just that, thoughts. they are perceived. the mind is an objective perception, and that includes all its thoughts about consciousness. nevertheless, the consciousness-word is a good one, because it points directly home. it’s a true word, if any word could be representative of what we are, because it is one that expresses the fact that we are conscious – awake, present, and ‘here’, in the sense that consciousness is the ‘central core’ of anything that arises, it is the true reality of here-and-now.

we are consciousness, we are not the consciousness-thought.
the consciousness-thought/word is a helpful pointer and tool, but we perceive it.

freedom is to see ‘I am not my mind’ – through and through, beyond all its vicissitudes. this is not a demeaning negation of mind or of thinking, but on the contrary, a celebration of thought and objective experience’s true place as a reflection of our natural joy – a place which mentations assume when seen as secondary to the reality that perceives them.

A Mirage of Being

Nothing that arises is independent from its Being, and of Being, there can be only one. We know that there is only one Being, because if there were two or more Beings, what could they all arise in but a greater Being? The great-est Being must be the one true Being, because it is the one in which all the seemingly smaller beings arise. We could say this Greatest Being is the Real Being, and what other Being would we be interested in – an alleged one, which has no reality of its own?

Anything that arises is made of Being, there being only one substance to reality, consciousness itself. Yet we could grant an ‘objective existence’ to the things which arise as we perceive them. In that sense, perceptions exist, as objects rising in consciousness, known by consciousness, made of consciousness. However, these perceptions never truly separate themselves from, nor can be they be ultimately distinguished from the one experience that ever is: consciousness’ knowing of itself. At the same time, for something to exist it needs to be independent – for if it depended on something, then that which it depended on would be the real thing that exists – and no object is independent from the consciousness that perceives it. Thus, no object truly exists.

The only thing that ever arises is a mirage of Being, a play of light and sound and all the rest. The body, the mind, the world, the elements of human perception experienced as feeling, thinking, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching – are like an oasis in an infinite desert space. This oasis is completely full, variable, moving, and ultimately always transparent to its real Being, the peaceful emptiness of a desert wild.