I am your enemy.
Yes, your enemy.
You silly human.
I am looking directly at you.
You think you see me, but you have no clue.
You haven’t the slightest idea.
You are blind.
Every now and then I pluck you out of your little world and I remind you.
I remind you of who I am.
I remind you of my power.
Either you respect me and honor me, or you don’t.
I don’t care either way, I exist without you.
I am all around you.
I am your enemy.
I am called, Unawareness.
Yes, that is my name.
It is I who is speaking to you, Unawareness.
Yes, I am what you do not know.
I am the things you cannot see.
I am the voices you cannot hear.
I play in dark places.
I hide in your blind spot.
Sometimes, I frighten you.
Sometimes, I can kill you. It’s tragic, I admit, but sometimes it happens.
Oh, you silly humans. You haven’t the slightest idea.
If only you knew what I knew. If only you could see what I see.
Then you would know. Then you would care enough to make me matter to you.
You see, most of the time, you don’t even know I exist, let alone understand your relationship with me.
Before I share two common relationships with me, I want to tell you how I show up in your world.
I show up through the mouth of your doctor, carried by her words, when your doctor tells you if you don’t change your lifestyle you will die young. Maybe it is not about you, but about seeing your child grow up, or your unborn child.
I show up through your own body. Yes, can you imagine that? I am in you, if only you knew.
I show up when your body cripples itself and you fall to the floor in pain. Ouch, it hurts me to even think about it... yet it happens. And then, maybe then, you will understand the value of your diet and the food you put into your body.
I also show up in your feelings.
Yes, your mood, your feelings.
You often don’t know it’s me, but it is. You lack the awareness to understand why you get upset, let alone to change it. Or you lack the awareness to understand why you feel so weak and insecure. You say you want to change, yet because you cannot see me, you make it impossible to change.
Oh, you silly humans.
Remember, I am your Unawareness. I play in your blind spot.
When you cannot see me, you accept your reality for what it is.
You call your reality truth. You say weak phrases, like, “That’s just the way it is.” Or, “That’s the way it has always been.”
Sigh, you just don’t get it.
You do not understand that the first step to changing your reality is through me. If only you knew, then you would see. Then you would care.
I don’t like waking you up out of your dream world.
I don’t like forcing pain onto you.
And I don’t like near death experiences and painful realities and hurt loved ones.
Wait, who am I kidding? I am.
I am powerful. I exist beyond good and bad. Either you accept me or you reject me, I don’t care.
I will let you die.
I know, I know, you are probably thinking, “Wow, you sound so cold.”
Maybe I sound too blunt, to you.
Maybe I sound too detached, to you.
Oh, you silly human. You just don’t get it.
You don’t understand how small your human language is and how it strengthens or weakens who you are. If only you conquered me and became aware. Oh well, your loss.
I know, you’ll use words like “judgement” and “criticism.” Or, how about, “how insensitive,” I am as your Unawareness.
I wonder what feelings you get from your words.
Oh, if only you knew, maybe you would choose your words better.
Listen, I get it, many people fear me.
Maybe you fear me.
Maybe you fear what you do not know.
Maybe your fear runs deep, like a child afraid of the dark. Maybe that’s you. Maybe I’m wrong, and maybe that is not who you are.
You see, if you are afraid of me because of what you might find, then that’s your challenge.
Afraid of what you might learn about yourself.
Afraid of seeing how you might be limited (or infinite?).
Afraid of seeing how you’ve been hurting yourself all these years.
Afraid of your past, or the present, or the future.
So much self-inflicted fear. I just don’t get it. If only you conquered me and made a difference. Not for me, but for the people you claim to love. It’s your life, not mine. Oh, if only you faced me.
I’m here. Waiting for you. Like a rich dessert you lust over, except I can only do you good.
Or maybe, I am wrong.
Maybe this has nothing to do with you.
Maybe you are afraid of what you’ll find in those around you.
Maybe it is a loved one, so you would rather remain unaware of asking difficult questions.
Maybe it is your significant other, so you would rather remain unaware than stand for yourself and embrace the uncertainty.
Maybe it is a parent, so you would rather remain unaware and not know about their health.
Maybe it’s that good friend who you have known your whole life. Maybe you have a sense, a feeling, a tickle, that they might not be doing well. Instead of asking, you would prefer to embrace me and be unaware.
That’s ok, embrace me, make me yours, I promise to keep you safe, small, and secure, like the little child you haven’t let go of.
I get it, you want to blame others and discharge your discomfort. Listen, let me call out the elephant in the room. Your reality is reflective of you, not of those around you. It is your choice. It is ok, I don’t expect you to understand yet, silly human.
There are two types of people in this world.
Yes, only two, that either befriend me, the enemy, or transcend me.
Let me tell you who they are and you can decide which one you are.
The first type of person in the world fears me.
If you are this first person, fear consumes you from the inside out.
Fear has consumed you since you were a child and you continue to allow it to consume you (knowingly or not).
Listen, I don’t care about your past. I don’t care who you have been or what has happened to you or what you did. I care about the split second decision it takes for you to expand.
Yes, one split second decision. An idea so powerful it allows you to take ownership of who you are being.
Until then, please, go on, fear me.
Because when you fear me, when you fear what you do not know, you are creating space for me. Ha! Thank you for being my friend.
As if I need you.
I’d say I feel sorry for you, but I really don’t, because I am your Unawareness. I play in your blind spot, remember? I don’t feel for you or with you.
The next type of person is...
Well, I’m tempted to not even share.
Because, the second I share who the second person is, you’ll use your safe and secure judgments that you like to hold onto. You know, those things called opinions that keep you blind.
Well, I’ll share who the second person is. I guess you can decide how judgmental you will want to be (if you’re even self-aware).
Go on, use your judgments... use words like “new age,” or “looney,” or “crazy,” or “delusional.” Attach your misinterpreted understandings and hold yourself back, I don’t care.
Because the second you give power to these judgments, you fall victim to your unknown lust of who I am.
I am the darkness you cannot see. It is your mental prison you’ll probably die in, anyway.
With the first person I told you about, I projected you into that person.
But I am not going to project you into the second person, because I doubt you’re even awake right now. You’re probably thinking about what the weather is going to be like tomorrow (or some other element outside of your power).
The second person is courageous.
The second person embraces the unknown.
They live and love and flourish in the uncertainty of not knowing.
You will label them crazy.
The misfits.
The innovators.
The rebels.
The childish.
The dreamer.
The artist.
The creative.
The trouble maker.
The freak.
The outsider.
The drop out.
The lone wolf.
The fighter.
Maybe these labels you use will allow you to exercise the little power you see in yourself and smack a word on another human being.
You are so damned silly, if only you had the slightest clue.
Your words mean nothing. They only exist to hold you back or progress you forward. If only you were not so blind.
And for the record, do not for a second think that these people “have arrived.” Just because the people you commonly associate with such labels may appear fearless, they can equally have the strongest blind spot. Although their power appears strong, they can get caught up exerting unnecessary energy because they don’t know how to slow down and examine me, Unawareness. But, when this second person evolves, their level of conviction remains unmatched.
Trust me, I have seen the patterns, I am Unawareness.
The courageous person understands that uncertainty is like gravity. To fight it is a fool’s game.
I am talking about the unawareness of outcome. The unawareness of results.
Your ability to embrace me, Unawareness, can be learned.
When you learn to embrace me and transcend me, you can be strong.
You can avoid unnecessary pain and suffering. You can live into your future in powerful way.
Maybe one day you will learn to become this person.
Maybe one day you will learn to conquer me and meet my enemy, who is called Awareness.
Maybe one day you will stop being so silly.
Or maybe this is all for nothing and you will die with your music inside.
I guess that decision is yours to own.
If you dare.
