tiers upon tiers
Teilhard said the human being is the universe aware of itself (thinking).
I would add feeling to thinking--the universe conscious of itself, loving as it itself perhaps is better.
But that statement is only true from a certain position in the Kosmic cascade. Otherwise it is at best metaphor and worst metaphysics. The human being only from the indigo-violet worldspace (and within) is the universe aware of itself.
The identity is the authentic self, soul, psychic being, whatever term one prefers.
And really the human awake to that current is only a slice of the Universe, but the feeling is of being non-separable from that larger whole for sure. At this point, we can not know beyond perspectives, so the question of whether the feeling is the same as the "thing itself" is a non-starter.
Outside of its proper address it gets translated "downward" and becomes a platitude or perhaps benignly a projection/goal/dream. It is for example an oft-quoted line in counter-cultural holistic, new paradigm circles. But however true that may be--and there is no need to list the litany of its fault here, I don't want to be overly dismissive of this tendency, honestly the world (in my view) is very dark and spiritually pathetic and as wrong/partial as I know that position to be, it's better than nothing or the nothingness of most of the Western world's insanity--it can solve the world's ills. That much is clear.
The major issue, for me, is the non-accountability, the fixed egoic spectator position that congeals of this perspective, because it is metaphysical, assumed to free of perspective and choice, and non-dialogical. There is no dialogue with the Earth in this view often; rather we are just supposed to listen. Because of that one-way street we never criticize ourselves, dialoguee with our thoughts/feelings, and project onto the "blank" slate of Nature what we will and desire.
Accountability is a prime thread for me. Accountability to each other, to the evolution of consciousness, to the Ground/Divine, to the broken.
Vancouver, the West Coast in general, is an unchurched place. Accountability is immediately taken to be fascist, authoritarian cultural homogenity power dramas. I'm not talking in some puritanical fashion, but a fellowship freely entered into, out of the freedom of our hearts being touched and moved to be able to do no other (Augustine's great paradox of grace & freedom).
I just don't see it both secularly and in religious circles. I don't live it myself. I'm no different and only noticed it because I desire it which means I'm admitting I need it (hence I don't have it, am not doing it).
Those desires, holy and/or naive as they are, are met in the Teilhardian experience--they dissolve as desires and leave the space of actually having to do and no longer think about, mediate upon, or wish for, its realization. It ends, in my experience, that form of searching (certainly not searching altogether).
But it does give, however ill-formed, a movement, a pattern, an identity, a structure to which to gauge, respond, react & conform to, etc.
There is an even stranger, often scarier place, I have not allowed myself to be drawn to/experience in a long time. A place even beyond all this evolutionary authenticity or whatever.
The only words I know to begin to describe it are: living the love wound and out-shining the world. Both from Adi Da. In the traditional language it is bhava samadhi. Bhava samadhi is the bliss/meditation of fire.
In the authentic self there is a descent energy--evolution, accountability, a new sanity and morality, intersubjectivity. With bhava all bets--from that point of view--are off. It is painful Descent and borders on insanity. Ultraviolet in range. Hence the out-shine.
I really have nothing to say about any of it. If there are measly words that don't align well for authentic self. Total silence and tears alone suffice for the bhava wound. Bhava that is as a structure stabilized in the Kosmos. As a stage humans (predominantly) lived within.
What would flying on an airplane, riding the bus, school, politics, or work be in a world of bhava. Again there is no knowing and any thoughts are just that thoughts. Projections and eventually degrading (I assume) into New Agey sounding nonsense.
Hopefully just opening up the vista, however unimaginatively, creates enough space for some small change in the "comedown."
Only when I get even the possibility of the faintest inkling of that Love Wound, projected wildly as a possibility for human experience collectively, do I understand Da's comment that this world is a hell realm.
When I feel the distance and the dissonance stage-wise, what word could else describe it?
But hell....I think of St. Teresa of Lisieux, whom I consider to be the greatest Christian mystic ever. She said, that even being sent to hell would be such a great gift because that is where she could worship her God. In Nonduality, the essence of hell is Godhead. It is hell and yet it is free. Just as this life.