The car of consciousness By Becky Walsh

I see our minds as if they were a cars  we are driving through life.

Some think that they are the car, that they are the thoughts in their head.

Others have thought bubbles within the car, which are about the car. These thought bubbles go round and round the inside, bouncing along the roof and the dash board. They sometimes even make it hard to see the direction that the car is travelling in. Too many thoughts about who we think we are going round and round inside what we think we are. Trying to come up with ways for the car to go faster, trying to find better roads to happiness. Constantly thinking of where the car is going and being stressed that it isn’t happening fast enough.

Outside the car, it’s a frustrating drive. We become irritated by the car in front driving too slow or acting crazy. We have to breathe the negative exhaust from the ‘asshole’ of the car in front of us. We feel tired from the drive and wonder when it is our time to arrive. Some spiritual types know this. Some have the sun roof open and the stereo on, singing to their favourite song about dreams and happiness. They look so happy, inside the car. Others are brave enough to have the top down and drive whilst yelling to the other drivers, ‘hey, you know you’re in a car, yer? Shift your consciousness man, get out of the car!’ Others are laying down on the roof of the car, soaking up the sun, smoking some pot and other drugs, drinking some wine,  looking at the clouds, meditating.

If we could take an aerial view, and shift our consciousness out of the car, we would see that we are driving our consciousness inside the greater conscious of mankind. The road goes round in a circle like a ring road It’s a grey polluted road, where no-one is getting anywhere fast.

Some people know this, or have a sense of it. But it doesn’t seem possible to do anything else but to stay in the car. Getting out of the car feels slower on the path to happiness, as we would have to walk. It might not be safe, other people would arrive before us and we might lose our loved ones. How would we carry all our stuff we have buried deep in the trunk of our subconscious that makes up who we are in the story of our life? Who would we be without it? If we don’t have the car we fear that we don’t have a ‘road’ to follow and we fear being empty without our dream destination. We cry at the wheel in loneliness as everyone else’s car appears somehow nicer and less empty then our own. The car is a trap, as whilst we are in it we have to pay someone all the time for gas, to get it fixed when it breaks through over use and we pay for the road that we drive on. We are enslaved to this condition.

If we shifted our aerial view further up in our consciousness we would see the road will never lead us to the happiness we want. We would see we have to get out and walk.

In walking we get off the road and take off into the wilderness, following our intuition, our inner knowing. We listen to nature for our signs of direction. At first we walk fast, on a mission to get where we believe we need to be. After a while we slow down and find the food and water we need. We find others who help us in the path through conversation and sharing. Soon we slow down so much that we stop and sit. After a few moments we look around and realize that we were here all the time, in the perfection we are seeking. We just had to get out of the car and see it for what it really is. The deep joy is always with us, we just have to know it. Driving the road of human insanity can only lead us to carry on acting insane.

But before you get out of your car and walk, do me a favour and crash your car into mine. Bump me hard into the car in front causing a domino effect of consciousness shifting. Until with have a pile up of merging minds, then and only then when we are all free, can we truly be free.