You Are a Porthole

Imagine an enormous cruise ship. You could land an airliner on it if it had a runway. It could have its own public transportation system. It wouldn’t fit through the Panama Canal. An Arab sheik would look at it and say, “That’s too much ship for me!”

All around the ship’s hull, like billions of reflective eyes, are row upon row of glass portholes that provide a view from the innards of the ship to the outside world. This ship has a name: the U.S.S. Universe. It has a single occupant: Captain Consciousness. And it has these billions of portholes all around it.

You might ask, “Where do I fit in this scenario?”

You are one of those portholes.

The glass in that portholes is your individual being—the flesh, the body that houses the Life within—an integral part of the living Universe, just as the porthole is part of the ship! This is the “you” that has a name and hair color and family members.  It’s the temporary you, the “Earth you.”  It is the Earth’s contribution (via your ancestors) to the miracle that is your life, here and NOW.

Captain Consciousness sees and experiences the world “outside” by looking and experiencing through the portholes—in this case, through you.  That Consciousness is your True Self.

There is also a “fake you” that inhibits the view of Consciousness as It looks outward through the porthole glass (you).  This is the “ego” or false self that most human beings mistake for their “real” selves.  In our scenario of the massive ship, the “fake you” is a smudge on the glass.  It might even be a thick layer of dark, sticky gunk covering most of the glass.

If you direct your attention outward, you see through your false self. If you direct your attention inward, you see into your True Self.  This is a simple and easy way to remember who “you” are…and that’s one of the main purposes of your life here on Earth.

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One Response to You Are a Porthole

  1. Right on the nose. Each mortal avatar is an observation point through which the One I Am may experience. Though all have things in common, each is unique. The experience of living a mortal life as any of them is the same: “Here I am, being something.” As though a prophet, Robert A. Heinlein said, “All that groks is God.”

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