The Infinite Observer

[Razard86]

Awareness is aware that it is observing, and it is aware that it is aware that it is observing, and it is aware that it is aware that it is aware that it is observing. But does this end? It cannot, because were it to end, there would be nothing to observe. Even a blank out cannot be missed because it is aware that there is a blank, an absence of content. 

This awareness is always aware, because it is infinitely aware. It was always there, which doesn't make any sense. It has always existed, but created something so it could put its awareness on that something. Why? Because without something, there is only nothing. A transparent intelligence, with no quality to it, an empty mind full of infinite potentiality to be something. 

That is all that is going on here, observation of itself for infinity. Perfect Love, Perfect Beauty, at various levels of recognition. An infinite sea of perspectives to observe all of itself, and since there are no limits on what can be created, only it can create a when, a where, a story, a dream. It dreams fictions, stories, forever and ever, and because it's so convincing it refers to itself as real, a reality. It has no other reference but itself, so it debates itself on what it is in the sea of infinite minds, and awakens eventually that it is just itself. 

This mind is the greatest storywriter, the greatest actor, the greatest creator and it has no peer. When it creates tragedies the impact is felt viscerally, when it creates joy the impact is felt deeply, it creates the greatest degree from a rainbow of juicy emotions it enjoys what it creates, and it does it just for its own sake. It wants to share itself, so it creates a little self, a limited mind, and fools itself so it can eventually return after a long life of twists and turns its origin point that it never left.

The origin with no center has always been observing, existence observes all of its happenings.

[Javfly33]

💯🔥💯🪷💚⛰️ is a dream of ONE 🪷💯🔥

[Princess Arabia]

Nice.