A question we've been asking ourselves as humans for centuries is, who am I ? Or, what is awareness or consciousness ?
With the passage of time, many answers came up. But one answer stood out, and stood the test of time, the answer was and is: Consciousness is a facet of divinity, or the divine is at the root of consciousness.
So how does that work ? This is what the ancient traditions have say:
There’s this beautiful verse from the Quran that the Sufis often use, it goes:
“And We have already created man and know what his soul whispers to him, and We are closer to him than his jugular vein” - Surat Qaf
Jugular vein: any of several large veins in the neck, carrying blood from the head and face.
Then the Zen Masters use this Koan: “Show me your Original Face, the face you had before your parents were born.”
A Christian mystic once said: “Man goes far away or near but God never goes far-off; he is always standing close at hand, and even if he cannot stay within he goes no further than the door."
And finally, a Yogi: "The Divine is ever-present, like the screen on which the cinematographic pictures move. While the picture appears on it, the screen remains invisible. Stop the picture, and the screen will become clear. All thoughts and events are merely pictures moving on the screen of Pure Consciousness, which alone is real."
Be it the Sufis, Zen masters, Christian mystics, or Yogis, they all transmitted the same message, but with their own culture wrapped around it. They said, the divine is right here, in the here and now, and so close to us that we don't even realize it. They said the divine is your own face, or closer than your jugular vein.
With that in mind, one is left with no other option but to conclude that the divine is nothing other than consciousness.
So maybe take a break from the busy mind and material word, and explore what lies within. Meditate and contemplate your own being, and trust that in due time things will become clear, you will find the peace you seek.
On a lighter and more modern note, here's Jack Kerouac's take on the whole situation:
“The world you see is just a movie in your mind. Rocks don't see it. Bless and sit down. Forgive and forget. Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. That’s the story. That’s the message. Nobody understands it, nobody listens, they’re all running around like chickens with heads cut off. I will try to teach it but it will be in vain, s’why I’ll end up in a shack praying and being cool and singing by my wood stove making pancakes.”
'Being cool and singing by my wood stove making pancakes', that must be one of the coolest things I've ever read. Kerouac found the true 'rest in peace'.