Yesterday, at dawn when everything around me in the forest lay still at rest, I suddenly realized my individual part of the world as spirit, a psychic body in its own right and its disjointed aspects of that content. Aware of my relationship to how that began to awaken with what it was beyond this. The source of the beyond of me as my relationship to the psyche as world, a consciousness in itself. Its constant stream of actual psychic content as it manifests in me, as thoughts and ideas, as of an unknown origin of energy and power which within me is transformed into soul, into a tangible experience as it spontaneously transforms itself through psychic reflection into matter and life. My experiences and the embodiment I make of this is my entire physical relationship to the world, and to the psychic person within me who conveys this to me as he constantly develops my relationship to him in that presence as consciousness. There are many ways to describe how we relate to ourselves. To not let my own awareness, to what I am included in get mixed up with what is beyond it as consciousness. I can physically feel my belonging to the forest around me there, to the table-lands. Its inherent power as a part of me. But without my references I wouldn’t be aware of it. Of how I was related to them. About my longing for them, and what effect the distortion of the world as mind has upon me, on how it perceives itself and wants me to be in relation to it. It is part of me and I am part of it. It is both me and not me. But we are not the same.