Consciousness is all that is alive.
Matter is a nothingness only existing in consciousness.
We’re the landing place of life when we think differently.
Consciousness is all that is alive. Matter is a nothingness only existing in consciousness. Conscious Energy, a race of Heaven, and is the mass, force, velocity, temperature, and levity in all matter.
We see buildings, cars, and trees, but if we saw human photosynthesis, we would see grids of light zigzagging for as far as the eye could see.
Thinking belongs to the temporal world; consciousness belongs to eternity. Thought is created light, flickering for a moment and gone. Consciousness is the continuous light from which all thought emerges—the tone that gives thinking room to exist.
The brain processes this one layer of thought so we can navigate matter, but the thoughts it hosts cannot step outside the story they narrate. Consciousness, coming from the Soul rooted in Heaven, is wider than any story. It pours light into the mind, and the mind shapes that light into words, images, plans.
Whenever we confuse thought with being, we shrink ourselves to the life span of a single script. Whenever we remember that thought rises from consciousness, we regain access to the larger field—one that stretches beyond birth and death, beyond planet and era.
The task is not to abolish thinking but to see it clearly: a tool for the temporary, useful yet provisional. Consciousness remains the deeper current, inviting us to place our identity there rather than in the passing shapes of thought. From that place, every idea becomes a doorway, every moment a chance to remember the light that never ends.
Every thought in this life fades when we leave the body. We are not our thoughts. Thought is a temporal burst, a brief idea of self. As depth grows, we see that self does not exist—only Spirit endures. The idea of a solid self is a representative we fashioned for a costume we believed was us. In reality, the costume changes, but the Soul remains—the eternal witness of all stories.
Consciousness is continuous and doesn’t change as thoughts do. It’s the light of the Soul becoming Love. Thought is the incessant thinking machine that keeps us living with ideas.
The Stream of Thought
We leap from thought to thought, seldom pausing long enough to notice the gap between them. The mind is the tireless dreamer, weaving images, judgments, and plans in a continuous loop. Yet behind that restless current lies a quieter expanse: consciousness, the more awakened level within us.
Thoughts are flashes on the screen; consciousness is the luminous field that allows the screen to shine at all. When we mistake the flashes for the field, we live hurried and narrow. When we learn to watch the flashes without clinging, we begin to feel the steady light beneath them.
Practice is simple, though not easy: pause. Let one breath finish before chasing the next idea. In that still second, the dreamer is seen—and the deeper witness, the Soul’s awareness, steps forward. Over time, the witness grows familiar, and thought loses its urgency. The mind may still dream, but consciousness remains the true place we live. The narrator we hear in our mind isn’t who we are; we are in the space beyond it.
Consciousness won’t awaken as long as thought is more prevalent as life. We make the temporal story our existence instead of learning to know God. This shift does not remove us from life; it roots us more deeply in it. Action flows cleaner when not tangled in endless commentary. Compassion arises more easily when we see our own thoughts flicker and fade. The river of thought keeps moving, but we learn to stand on the bank—awake, quiet, and free.
The Narrator Isn’t Who We Are
Everything in life is a quieter algorithm in its own light. We’ve measured our existence and thinking to the narrator instead of the creator.
Consciousness swims in silent depths while thinking splashes at the surface—one ripple, then another, fading as soon as it forms. Each thought is a quick burst of light, a momentary pattern shaped partly by our own history and partly by intelligences woven into us. We carry within our light the presence of other races and higher wisdom; their resonance enlarges our inner language so we can hear, imagine, and choose.
The mind notices only the splash, but the Soul feels the sea. When we lean into that deeper current, we sense ideas arriving from beyond personal memory—promptings that do not sound like the narrator yet feel undeniably close. This is collaboration with higher intelligence in God: an unseen chorus offering a richer repertoire for love and insight.
Our task is to recognize the difference between surface chatter and the ocean beneath. The more we rest in consciousness, the less we are tossed by passing ripples. And gradually we learn that every thought—however small—has traveled through vast, unseen waters before it touched the shore of mind. To live awake is to honor that sea, listening for truths too deep to splash.
Woven in Many Lights
Human consciousness is not a single strand of awareness; it is a tapestry of lights interlaced by God. When the Creator shaped human consciousness, He blended multiple tones of His own resonance so that our awareness could exist. Within our light live other races—layers of intelligence older and wider than our personal story—quietly enriching the thoughts we claim as ours.
Conscious Energy is the fabric of the world. It moves through galaxies and grass, through star‑fields and skin, binding all form in one living lattice. We, too, are made of that same fabric: conscious energy in motion, crafted in God’s likeness. As He is consciousness living as resonance, we are conscious energy experiencing itself in time.
Every insight, intuition, or inventive spark arrives through this shared field. We call it my thought, yet its origin flows through many lights before reaching the mind. Recognizing this woven nature dissolves isolation. We do not think alone; we participate in a chorus. To grow in God is to attune to those subtler voices and allow their wisdom to expand our own.
The journey, then, is not to protect a narrow identity but to become porous to the greater intelligence within us. In that openness, the edges of self blur, and Love reveals itself as the common thread stitching every light together.
Everything is spatial movement, algorithms, and waves. The idea of human consciousness is like a petrie dish of moving and expanding algorithms. The pool of consciousness sets the one idea for existing.
Consciousness is a variance of God’s light. Without God’s light blended, we would not be able to touch our faces, see a tree, or feel the snow. Living with an idea that can exist in matter gives us the ability to live our thoughts. We can dive into deeper water or stand in shallow water.
In the 300s, life saw another universe, and their level of consciousness gave them their perspective of life, which was very different than ours. They shaped life based on that one level of consciousness. Today, we see the universe from our level of consciousness and shape life at our level of thinking. Ten thousand years from now, we’ll see the universe completely different and shape life from that level of consciousness.
We can never see the totality of anything. We only know our narrative. No one can measure the mass of the universe; they can only measure what they think is there, but what they think is there isn’t all that is there. There is more existing beyond how they think.
The world is a temporal shadow of consciousness. It’s living for a short time, giving stories to carve our Souls deeper in God. Everything we see is a level of energy within our Soul, only existing for us to live Love through. The mind categorizes pieces of matter without knowing how it exists. We don’t think about who is thinking. We just go along with what is thought. No one considered the mind as a tool for matter and that we carry dreams for awakening.
Consciousness is resonance and a blend of light far beyond our idea of human consciousness. Other races aren’t something outside of us. They are the blend in God that makes us.
Thinking
Thought is created light we’re gravitating through energy within our Soul. The word creates the world. The narrator isn’t who we are. It’s a blend of light, giving us a way to know and live something, idealizing our being for depth in God.
The blend of light called us includes other races woven in from the instant we are born. God designed human consciousness to live only within this shared radiance. We do not inhabit the same range as Angels, Celestial beings, or Spark Beings, yet their presence threads through our awareness, enriching every thought before we notice it.
We do not originate thought in isolation. We move inside a vast pool of consciousness that extends beyond personal memory or culture. Ideas arrive through this field, bearing signatures of intelligences older and wider than our own. Recognizing this shared stream does not diminish individuality; it situates us within God’s larger conversation.
When the mind claims absolute authorship, it tightens the channel. When the Soul acknowledges other lights, understanding widens. The aim is not to dissect which race contributes which idea, but to honor the humility that everything we think has traveled far before it reaches the shore of our mind.
We are conscious energy, crafted in God’s resonance, supported by companions we don’t see. The more we trust that unseen chorus, the clearer our own song becomes—carried, refined, and completed as Love. Consciousness is at cause and matter is the effect.
