The link between consciousness and creation

I had been very interested in the awareness which I am.  And I looked back at it in the AWA meditation and found peace and joy there.

Okay. So far, so good.

But then there was this visible, tangible 3d world going on which was not at all formless awareness.

What was the connection between that and the pure potential no-thing-ness of awareness? How come there is so much stuff which can be seen and touched in this emptiness of I AM? According to the teachings, this is all one. Yet it seems so different. I couldn’t wrap my head around this. So, I kept begging to get this secret answered.

I want to share three stories that provided answers to these questions.

Manifesting french fries

One morning in November 2013, I was with colleagues in the office and we were chatting about diet. Everyone contributed their favorite tips and strategies.

I said, “Usually, I try to avoid carbohydrates for dinner and sometimes even for lunch. But here at work, when there are french fries in the cafeteria at lunch, then I cannot resist. I must have them. Because I love french fries.” And I repeated it three times to emphasize how much I love french fries – with plenty of mayonnaise.

About two hours afterwards, I went to the cafeteria for lunch and was delighted to see that burger and french fries were on the menu on that day. How yummy!

So, I put a burger and one serving of fries on my tray.

Then I left the tray on the side and took just the plate with the burger to another table where I could get onions and other toppings.

But when I came back to my tray, there was a surprise.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a second small bowl of french fries on my tray. How come? Who put it there? I made sure that this was in fact my tray and not anyone else’s.

Then I burst into laughter. Hadn’t I just told my colleagues several times how much I just loved french fries. No wonder, I got a second bowl of them on my tray.

That story would fit rather into the category of manifestation and not in the category of lessons and tests. But I place it here under “lessons”, because that was the day when it really sank in that things are created by what I think and say and how I feel about it. Thinking about french fries, talking about them, feeling the emotion of ‘how yummy, I just love’em‘ – all of that together was what brought surprise gift of the second bowl of fries to me.

About the creation of challenges

I have a friend who is a helper type personality. She is loving and generous and helps many people. And boy does she have many people to help!

When I listened to her stories, I always wondered how come that she attracts so many people into her life who need help in so many different areas. In my own life, this would never happen. Why did it happen for her?

I figured that the answer was probably that she defined herself as someone who helps others. And that she therefore needed this constant interaction of being helpful for others for keeping her sense of self alive. And so, this need for others whom she can help literally created and called people and circumstances into her experience.

Now, it can be easier to see these dynamics at work in others. But what about myself?

The insight hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had my own set of attributes of my self-definition. For me, they were not about helping others, but about being smart.

And what did I constantly need to reinforce that sense of self?

Intellectual challenges which I had to overcome and solve in order to feel good.

These challenges would show up in many ways. It could be that my kids got sick and then I had to figure out which homeopathic remedy would fit best (- which was often like solving a difficult puzzle). Or it could be a challenging mathematical proof to solve (during my PhD thesis) or  bug in the computer coding at work which was tricky to fix. And at the end, even though I would always find myself exhausted and pissed that life is such a struggle,  I would always have my sense of self reinforced as someone who is smart and able to solve these challenges.

That insight pulled the rug out from under me.

What if the all the troubles in my outside world were not just there because the outside world existed independently of me? What if I had attracted them to me as a sort of entertainment? So that I could reinforce my sense of being a smart and capable person?

Would I still need all these challenges in my life to feel that I am a valuable person?

Nope.

And I decided to drop that need for self-definition. And in turn the challenges started to fall away.

So, the above stories were two answers about how the visible and tangible 3d realm was created by the invisible no-thingness, the pure potential in us – by focus and intention, be it conscious or unconscious.

Idea precedes 3d form

But still, I could not understand how exactly are 3d forms made from consciousness? There just seemed to be no connection. So, I kept begging and begging.

Then in August 2014, I had the following dream:
It was dark and I was with many people standing marketplace. We were all watching a blacksmith with hammer an anvil who was in the middle of the square. On the anvil, there was a transparent light-blue form. To my surprise, I realized that it looked like an overly long and thin, erect penis. The transparent light-blue color of it was the only color in the dream scene. Everything else was dark and black.

Suddenly, a voice said, “This is designed to be cuddled.”

Then I woke up.

“I get that this was meant to show me how an idea (represented by the transparent light-blue shade) precedes the 3d physical form,” I said to my guides. “But why did you choose a penis to illustrate this?”

The inner voice replied, “To grab your attention.”

LOL. Sometimes, my guides have a weird sense of humor.

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This post is part of a series about my spiritual journey (table of contents).

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22 thoughts on “The link between consciousness and creation

  1. You gave me a huge insight, thanks.

    And I once manifested water in the metro in a similar fashion to your fries.
    I was on a long trip, first bus then metro, and was thirsty. I said to myself: oh I would love some water now.
    A minute later a big bottle of water rolls against my foot. It belonged to no one, looked around but there was hardly anyone on the subway.
    I think it was the childlike, innocent vibe that manifested it. Ah man, I love it. You know?
    Magic.

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    1. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I am glad to hear that this post gave you an insight.

      Thank you for sharing this awesome story about the bottle of water. Wow, I imagine that must have been a huge surprise.

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  2. I could relate to the need to reinforce one’s intelligence. For so long, my intelligence was what defined “me” because I could depend on it. Yet, it has never given me inner peace, just a source of false security and amusement. Now I am wanting french fries, the Belgian way, with mayo. Here in the US, it is all about fries with ketchup, although fish and chips are served with malt vinegar instead and I like that better than ketchup. These stories are so entertaining and novel. :)

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    1. Thanks for your kind and encouraging comment, Linda. I am glad that you like these stories.
      Thanks for sharing how you can relate to the issue of self-identification through intelligence.
      Enjoy some french fries with mayo (- I didn’t know that they were Belgian style).

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    1. Thanks for your kind comment. I am glad to hear that you enjoyed that post. This connection between inner and outer world is something I have observed several times.

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    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Good question. I have asked myself that question and I have no answer.

      In my own experience, I find that for choices which do not seem to matter much (should I have chocolate or vanilla ice cream? Or both? Or none at all?) I seem to have free will and the freedom of choice. And I feel very much like the one who chooses.

      But there are other topics where my choice matters much more to what my soul chose to do here, I guess. And it is in these topics that I often feel the tug of war between two opposing forces. My soul/spirit guides/God/universe (however one wants to name it) pushes me into a certain direction (doing this blog, creating a youtube video or the like). But the little me/personal self/ego (whatever you want to call it) says , “No! I don’t want to do it. Too dangerous , too difficult, too much whatever.”

      But then life starts to become more and more difficult with things breaking down in the house, other people mirroring my resistance and procrastination, and my health getting worse, until I eventually give in and do what has been asked of me. So, that area seems like there is not as much free will as in choosing chocolate or vanilla ice cream.

      Who is it that chooses in these cases? The invisible divine force behind the scenes has chosen what I should accomplish while I am here, I think. And the little me or ego can choose to resist it or to go along with it willingly. That is what the choice boils down to. Resistance or yielding.

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      1. I feel very comfortable with the way you define the Absolute (or whatever we may call this). I thank you for the thoughtful answer.
        I was encouraged to sit with the sense of intention and see for myself what it is. At times I do see that it is empty of self as well. I look forward to more conversation.
        Regards, Kiora

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  3. Thank you Karin. Sorry to have taken so long to respond to this. I am caught in the process of life right now. I look forward to being able to give attention to this soon.
    With kind intention, Kiora

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