In my own, decades-old journey of personal discovery, I have long been a student of the notion of the evolution of consciousness; or the acceleration of consciousness; or those of awakened consciousness and expanded consciousness. In my own thoughts and in my conversations with others, there has been this ‘other-worldly’ quality of and to consciousness… something beyond where I am and to be strived to attain. Many have ‘struggled’ to expand and awaken consciousness, implying that in that moment their narrow slumbering consciousness was indeed, an impediment to enlightenment and the attainment of a higher order of expression of Self.
I’m older, now. I’m also far more willing to trust my body and the truth of my own experience. In recent months, I have become aware of this notion of ‘feral consciousness’… a not-so-neat-and-clean-and-tidy expression of consciousness that is indeed, a powerful expression of the essence of being. And it seems to have teeth!
The dictionary describes feral as “.. in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity.” I can relate to that. I can relate to a sense of my own consciousness as having finally escaped from the mind-numbing, soul-sucking habituation of external referencing and all that it entails. And with my escape comes the potential to live my life as The Great Adventure that it is intended to be!
Ah yes.. I hear them now… murmurs of ‘But what about civilization?’ and “We need order for us all to survive!’. I’m not quite so convinced as I might have been some years ago. This new state of ‘feral consciousness’ has a quality of eyes wide open, calm body and access to the still-point… to that place of active presence without movement… quietly watchful yet ready to engage in a single breath. In that lies great trust in the simple majesty of being; and knowing that this moment of ‘being’ is the only one I have and it will, without doubt or hesitation, be followed by the next… and then the next… and then the next… each one alone in my existence.
One might call it a ‘dynamic tension’ that is present; an open invitation to create. I think of it more as a state of readied emptiness, enlivened and awake to holding an emerging future in manifestation.
In this moment, my experience of feral consciousness does not come with a lot of words. I only know that its force is in the ‘now’, one breath to the next; and its expression invites LIfe to fully live itself.
Feral consciousness is ragged and unpolished. It has great strength in its haunches and is ready to leap at any insight, invitation or provocation. It is no danger to itself or anyone else and yet, it can destroy realities and illusions.
In this woman’s body, the head of Sekhmet has been found!
Breathing is good… and I know there is more.