Quotes About Consciousness

Signed by scientists including physicist Stephen Hawking in front of 60 Minutes cameras, it asserts that "humans are not unique in possessing the neurological substrates that generate consciousness" and that "nonhuman animals, including all birds and mammals, and many other creatures, including octopuses [italics added], also possess these neurological substrates.

Joseph Campbell reflects in The Power of Myth that in mythic terms, the first part of any journey of initiation must deal with the death of the old self and the resurrection of the new. Campbell says that the hero, or heroic figure, 'moves not into outer space but into inward space, to the place from which all being comes, into the consciousness that is the source of all things, the kingdom of heaven within. The images are outward, but their reflection is inward.

That the deaf man cannot hear the sound of the crashing ocean waves, or the blind man cannot see the beauty of an autumn sky, does not mean the sea and the sky do not exist. So, like the blind man, close your eyes. Like the deaf man, block your ears; go inside and realize…that which you seek has been there, within you, all along. This is when the blind will see and the deaf will hear.

Our cells react in very real, literal ways to the memories from this life and previous ones that our spirit minds infuse them with, whether our conscious minds are aware of those memories or not. And so by accessing those cell memories, we can rid ourselves of long-buried illness, phobias, pain, and trauma, and also re-create the greatest emotional and physical health our spirits have ever enjoyed.

Who-ever you've been since time began and wherever your passions lie on the Other Side, where you live your real life, are all a part of who you are right now, whether or not you're consciously aware of your wealth of accumulated knowledge.

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She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. [I think I made you up inside my head.]

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

beating time along the edge of thought.

I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.

I am I because of that.

I am an observer.

Then the sunlight burst into the room through the venetian blinds; I breathed hard, filling my lungs with air. I could see my feet, my arms; there I was. I tried hard to get back in my body again Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it was such a long way to my feet.

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was

Never mind the three dimensions All is flat, and you not there.

I was more conscious of being stared at on the balcony than of the typewriter in front of me. Now

We all live in our own dream-worlds and make and re-make our own personal realities with tender and loving care.