Bad conscience is like the coarseness we add to ourselves that we use against others, and that we must find a way to go around in them if we want to try to have a genuine relationship with them, and to the communication we share with them between us and ourselves. Conscience appears as if by a constant provocation in the absence of that relationship. It is our karma and functions as a universal law of cause and effect and is the recurring result of when our actions are a result of our ignorance and not being sufficiently psychically attentive in relation to our inner person and the true experience of our inner wholeness to which it relates us. What we call I, has become the sum of the actions that have psychically conditioned us. It has become our karmic deceiver on a superficial conventional level of provocative affinity and has more to do with our bad conscience than with our real inner person. Most often they are also in direct opposition to each other which leads to a constant choice within us. No one can make that choice for us. Should we seek our connection and refuge in the relationship we have to what provokes us, or to what within us that makes us feel whole and truly involved in the depths of ourselves. It works like a law of nature. Present in every moment, which makes us alert and attentive at all times. When we are aware of this, we still constantly lose the concentration that follows from it, but constantly pick ourselves up again. Over and over again. It is our biographical material, our karma and the inner soulless deceiver and shithead that constantly torments us with our bad conscience. Which is not us but the one within us we have added in our attempts to get around what it is to us when we face it in others and try to reach the authenticity within us that we share with life itself. Not constantly creating a self-worth through provocation and at the expense of others. Karma can really turn into a dark shadow we cast on everything and everyone around us, while it also promotes the psychological friction that makes us deal with it and reconcile ourselves with the content we ourselves must face in it. It’s horrible, disgusting and extremely difficult because it’s so comfortable to be an ideal in itself, or to idolize, and everyone else assholes who question it. But the biographical material that exists in our constant presence, our karma or our bad conscience wants otherwise. Everything else is just evasions and evasive maneuvers to avoid it. Most of the time, it seems that the concern is not that we are doing horrible things to each other, being evil, but that we do not know what it means to do good things just by having been shown what it is like to be in, and have an undisturbed communication between us and ourselves.