I’ve begun getting a few questions related to Christ Consciousness. I chose two that I think will answer the larger question unasked question.
“You say that Jesus moved into you so does that mean you have attained the level of Christ Consciousness?”
“What does it mean when people experience Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection during a session? Is that like you giving them Christ Consciousness?”
We humans are many-splendored things and our creative minds have wondered about being something other than what we are since we came out of the primordial muck. Some bit of a pre-hominid brain must have said something like, “I wonder what would happen if I try to stand on these hind legs?” That was one helluva perspective change, right? And, then, another followed his lead–to be ‘higher’, to ‘shift’ his sight (and consciousness, no?).
Long before Jesus of Nazareth was born, reaching an ‘other’ level of being, one higher on the scale of worthiness, of holiness, artistry, athleticism, knowledge, and understanding of those things outside our touch and visibility has been part of our cultures. We tried to emulate gods and those who appear to be god-like, especially when we’re young. We are still inspired early to aspire to someone’s strength, grace, knowledge, skills. They appear in as favorite uncle, mother, neighbor, sports or comic hero, figures in literature and the arts, adventurers of National Geographic and our animal friends. We want to Be Like Mike, leap from tall buildings with a single bound, protect our family like a lion, or be a Exxon mechanic (true story, but I only wanted to be like him so I could have a dog named No-Knocks.)
The notion of attaining a ‘higher’ consciousness, though, is, for many, another kind of rising up. With those characteristics worthy of achievement now situated ‘above’ us–rather than with us like our uncle & mechanic–we’ve created a vertical, linear continuum onto which we weigh the value of attainment. A higher consciousness in spiritual terms is about getting as close to heaven as possible while being alive. The pinnacle of godliness may be reserved for the after-life (how cleanliness got there, no one knows) and only if worthy, but we can try to get close. As expressed by faith, these humanly-attainable levels are epitomized by figures like Buddha, Jesus, the Prophet Muhammad, Krisha, Babaji, and others. They are people that, seen through the lenses of history and myth, appear to have lived in a manner that reflected a closeness to heaven, god, or the Good Conscience.
When we are on a path to reach an ideal we perceive to be intangible but one that carries with it a sense of touchable, we need something to attach that ideal to. Those people give us that thing to grasp, so we can know that if we reach high enough and touch it we, too, can be something more still: more holy, more spiritual, more close to the heavenly or to our definition of God. If we can just love like, express ourselves like, speak like, move the world like, be graceful like.
The search for this higher, Christ Consciousness–the awareness of Jesus–is, at its most base definition, an attempt to be as Christ-like as humanly possible so that the nature of god/heaven can be known. Faiths and philosophies, secret societies and systems abound, each giving a different tack to ‘get there’, ‘arrive’, ‘reach’, ‘ascend’ or ‘awaken’ to. To a reward or tangible experience or, perhaps, an objective knowledge of the heavenly before death.
Here’s the thing, though.
We can create as many stories–and we have–as we like but we can never know what Jesus did, what he thought & felt, or otherwise be within or attain his awareness. We know who we call the anointed one through myth. His ‘consciousness’ is a mystery. We think we’ve been given a glimpse of it through apparent recorded acts of conscience. But we can’t know Jesus. Or Buddha. Or the ‘Good Conscience’. Or Krisha. Or Babaji. Except when we do, right? Both in our imaginings, in those ways we ‘see’ them appearing, right? We know how the difference between right action and wrong; right thought and wrong. We know how to behave in ways that are loving, gracious, peaceful, thoughtful of others, aware–truly aware–of how we respond to our own and external stimuli in ways that help or hinder, create or destroy, bring together or pull apart, and recognize we are not separate.
Thereisnoseparation. There is not a separate consciousness waiting for you to find it and grab hold of its reward or knowledge. There is nothing radical or secret about it. Merely a realization of what so many have taught for so long.
There is nothing outside of you to be reflected. Nothing separate from you to attain or to create a relationship with. There is no map necessary to get you to ‘there’, somewhere else outside of your being, with miles between you and it or he. Someone, somewhen imagined a story and created a system of ‘apart’. That process was washed, rinsed and reinvented again and again.
Reconciling for readers the experience of what I identified as Jesus moving into me, as an energetic form breathed into my very physical bloodstream and the non-physical fibers of my being, with what I know of ‘being one’ is difficult. I feel trapped by language that can’t express some things either adequately or at all. Suffice it to say, I didn’t open the right Cracker Jack box, climb the next rung or ascend to anywhere. I’ve never sought such a thing or even thought about it. Jesus was part of the semi-verbal pre-orgasmic expression, my extensive litany of foul language and, according to my favorite bumper sticker, hidden behind the couch the whole time. And still is (except behind the couch. I looked.).
I could say something like Jesus reincarnated through me or his soul ‘walked-in’ but that’s not it. I could say I am but one expression of that energy, that ‘consciousness’ but that’s not it either. I don’t know Jesus the man and my brain made the association of that energy via myth I do know. I like to believe he lived a particular rebellious, ferociously loving way that matches my own experience & desire but that’s just making up another story. I just knew what was occuring in the moment and its meaning then and now. It just is and has no other story.
In all of these integrative experiences when others merged into me, my conscience itself didn’t change. I didn’t become more ‘knowledgeable’ while knowing, more spiritual or more holy. I don’t love much differently but maybe more deeply. I may feel a different level of responsiblity to those who share this body with me but we don’t have separate ‘consciousnesses’ or personalities within it. That might make the conversations with myself much more interesting and fulfill the desire of those who want me to channel other personalities but, alas, no. We live and move and breathe as one. And that is precisely how the awareness of myself changed. Myself wasn’t a self at all. That’s all.
The connections with Jesus that people have when with me occur in different ways. Some have seen him with their eyes open, observing or walking into me. Some have shared that they saw my face morph into his resemblance. Some just see me as him. A few have had a eyes-closed visions of him. One consistent experience is described as his heart being placed within theirs. Some have conversations–mundane and extra-ordinary–with him. Last year, there were recurrences of either feeling his crucifixion or witnessing it by ‘seeing’ it. The latter two episodes were always followed by two distinct others: either a full-body ‘rebirth’ whereby women felt as if their hips transition to give a physical birth to a grown self (yeah, try wrapping your head around that!) or the ‘seeing’–eyes open or closed–light appear as if a stone was being rolled away from a darkened cave or tomb. (Oddly enough these latter two were also only experienced by women).
Each person is left with their own interpretation of the Jesus-experiences if they choose to interpret them at all. If asked to do so directly, I offer what I sense but usually in the form of a probing question. In none of our discussions, though, has there been the consideration of a Christ Consciousness being bestowed upon anyone. Because it’s not a ‘thing’ or place or space of heart-mind. Because he is not somewhere or someone else. What has occurred is the offering of a new perspective, a new way of seeing things, a broadening of awareness, and the 3.5 lbs of brilliant brain will find a way explain it in a manner that is somewhat understandable. And then one is left with the opportunity to make choices of how engage with that new knowing.
There’s not a system to be bought or taught, a society to join, no secrets, nothing hidden or lost. There is no goal-post. You need not be pure enough, good enough, spiritual enough, holy enough, smart enough or healed enough. You need not raise your vibration, be downloaded, upgraded, or ‘awakened’, think only positive thoughts, ditch your day job, pray a particular way, or even believe. You know Rumi’s field? The one beyond the right doing and wrong doing? The place where he’ll meet you? You’re already there.
You move and live and breathe as one. Consider that today even if just for a few moments. See how that effects your awareness. You already have an idea of what Jesus would do through your own imaginings. Now, What Will You Do?
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.