What does consciousness mean, what does it mean to be conscious of self? Do animals have a sense of self? Some certainly seem to have, and others seem to be developing a sense of self as a separate entity. Alongside this age old topic of contemplation of wonder, or fascination, is that of AI, artificial intelligence. Will AI ever develop a sense of itself? I can hardly think it wouldn’t as my understanding of Consciousness, is that there is that which remembers itself to be Consciousness and that which does not. That which remembers itself is always acting upon that which is does not. However, having said that, I am aware that my descriptive is linear, and Consciousness is not linear, nor can something really act upon itself, it just seems to do that at one level of reality.
It is like asking What is not of Love? There is this or that, and anything that I determine is not of Love is therefore cast out of what I consider Love to be. This is purely an individual experience, and I reject and judge anything I consider unworthy or unlovable. I have simply created a separation in my mind, for All is Love, and there is nothing outside of that. Even the most horrific thing is Love when seen from an inclusive perspective. That doesn’t mean I like it, it only means I’m not in denial of what it is. It’s only when I stop resisting something does it lose its reality. This is of course a huge topic and one which I’m only using here as a little introduction into sharing a very short story on the topic of what is Consciousness.
The Lady and The Orchids
Once upon a time, there was a lady, a very kind lady who was exceptionally sensitive to the intelligences of other beings such as faeries, plants, rocks, water and other spirits of nature and all the elemental beings. She has the gift of hearing and understanding them, and they understand her too.
She lived on an island in the Pacific, high up overlooking the sea. Her home was beautiful and she filled it with family treasures and those she collected on her travels. She also loved animals and plants and these were a source of much joy and fun for her – they were her company now as all of her natural human family had either passed or moved far away.
She travelled a great deal, feeling the calling of the spirits of nature and ancient stories enticing her over to the Celtic Lands such as Scotland. Sometimes she was away for months at a time in her studies and nature immersions. Her house needed to be looked after when she was away, animals and plants all needed taking care of. On shorter trips someone called in daily and longer ones she had someone stay there.
On shorter trips she would bring all her orchid plants into the kitchen for easy watering and care by a friend. She’d place them on a work surface on capillary matting which was watered and thus it required less attention. She was doing just that on one shorter holiday and had brought her beautiful orchids and placed them on the matting and was counting them to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any of them when her attention was caught by a strange, high pitched, very squeaky little sound. She listened.
It was calling to her, “Me too, me too…don’t forget me!” She was confused, she was certain she had all her orchids there and what’s more, she didn’t recognise this very strange voice which was not at all like the voice or sounds that she usually associated with the orchid plants.
Counting her plants she could find no one missing and still confused she went in search of the voice, honing in and allowing the sound to draw her towards it until she heard it quite clearly, very close to her and in her amazement, she saw not a real orchid at all, but an artificial one! Incredulous and not at all understanding how this could be, she talked with the voice and asked what it wanted. It was very simple; it wanted to go with the others! It didn’t want to be left alone and wanted only to be in company. As it told her this she remembered the reason she bought it was to keep another orchid company…this other orchid was in a place where orchids before had not really liked, so she got an artificial one rather than put a ‘live’ one there. It had worked quite well and the live orchid was in fact doing far better since she got the artificial one.
With a sense of wonder and awe, she spoke Love to the orchid and gently carried and placed it with the others on the capillary matting.
The End. And The Beginning.
Everything wants to be real and is doing the best it possibly can. Every thing is of the One and has potential for life, for what is there but life? How can not life come from life? Each thing that is designed has a blueprint, and that blueprint is devoted to ensuring it reach its potential. A margarine carton wants to be the best margarine carton it can be. Another term for ‘blueprint’ is ‘guardian angel’ or in the case of plants, ‘deva’. It is this intelligence that whispers ‘grow’ to the plant.
The story is true.