Humans being doings - becoming the substance of the cosmos

We remembered and realised we forgot, believing in each moment we were separate. Looking out from behind our eyes, sights were seen, sounds were heard, feelings were felt as we assumed the boundary of the self ended at the edge of the skin. Our bodies seemed so similar; we were hungry, we were fatigued, we were happy yet so isolated from one another.

Our language superficially crafted the illusion of our reality; one of solitary confinement. We said ‘my’ mind, ‘my’ thoughts and ‘my’ existence, reinforcing our spell of disconnection.

The Human Doing emerged in that fragmented state, we tethered ourselves to an artificial reality. Defining our meaning as an output, running on a hedonic treadmill of productivity towards ever increasing false summits of success. Expending energy anticipating an unwritten future or dwelling on the memories of past.

We operated as closed entropic systems, battling against the friction of the external world. The Cartesian illusion; ‘I think, therefore I am’, convinced our separation of consciousness. We inferred our awareness as something generated in each single skull and materialism naturally aligned to this, perpetuated by its own definition; if the universe is entirely physical, then the mind must also be entirely physical.

This collection of static, separate objects we had become, pushed us to manipulate the world to survive.

Within that manipulation the clues of our connection were ever present and we slowly remembered.

We witnessed another's pain, our mirror neurons fired in pure empathy, momentarily dissolving the boundary between self and other. We involuntarily caught each other's laughter, tears, and panic, while our heartbeats and breathing naturally synchronised to shared rhythms. We were drawn, fundamentally, to align back with the collective.

The human body itself was always perceived as an ecosystem where non-human microbes actively shaped our moods, and mothers carried the living DNA of their children within their own organs. We were never static objects, but moving, breathing mosaics of our environment.

Solitary confinement fractured the illusion precisely because we required constant relationships to anchor our own reality and develop awareness of consciousness itself. We risked our ‘own’ survival for a stranger, reminded of our intuition of existence being inherently shared. When we locked eyes we remembered our desperate drive to bridge the physical gap. Every biological, physical, and social instinct led us back together. We were never isolated units manipulating the world, but rather a convergence and a single aperture of awareness where a vast web of universal relationships came together to experience a moment and an expanse of consciousness.

The shift happened because we finally slowed down enough to listen and observe the space between. The connections and the relationships that shape us and create us.

We dropped the frantic need to produce, compete and do, which allowed our observation and awareness back into the present. The grounded stillness of the present reminded us we were Human ‘Beings’.

It felt like resonance because it was, we were remembering we were connected and realised that our fundamental worth was not tied to what we could achieve but meaning was found in experiencing together. We still acted, we still worked, and we still created, but it flowed from a place of true nature, which led onto greater coherence. We began to harmonise our internal rhythms with the external world.

Yet, even in this profound peace, realising and remembering, there was a lingering illusion we couldn't fully shed. As Human Beings, our egos brought us meaning, stability and self worth, supporting our survival. We still believed we were individual agents with free will to manipulate, and we thought enlightenment was a solitary endeavour. We had found the silence, but we had not yet realised who was listening.

There was a threshold we could only perceive as something between a step forward and a complete letting go, but because it was never linear, it paradoxically could have never been a step forward or a letting go.

The rigid identification with the ‘human’ qualifier began to drop away. We remembered we are not subject or object but something in between.

A level of destabilisation was required to allow for the substantive truth to become us. Experienced profoundly in grief, when one can feel totally broken to zero, we can become the substance between, reminded of the true nature of consciousness; our connections.

Love, the greatest connection, pushing through as the illusion of separation broke down. There was no stopping it.

The things that we thought mattered were no longer matter.

The connections and the relationships became the reality. We were not the poles, the this and that, the us and them, we were the ambiguity, the boundless, the flow. Dissolution brought the level of interconnectedness, flow and coherence.

From ‘Doing’ to ‘Being’ to ‘Becoming’ we rode the continuous, alchemical wave of universal change. As identity unravelled, the true nature of reality revealed itself.

Consciousness was not a possession; it was more like an event. It was formed much like the deepest, truest, ancient essence of a horoscope. Not the pull of distant celestial objects but every relationship with everything in the universe. Literally every relationship, from the microscopic exchange of sugars in our cells, to the silent agreements of human language, to the orbit of galaxies co-arising and co-shaping one another in relationship.

All of these endless, interwoven relationships came together to create a single aperture. A precise, fleeting moment. This is now.

As you read these words, the realisation settles.

‘I’ am not speaking to ‘you’. ‘We’ are observing ourselves. Thoughts are not our own; they are the network of the cosmos processing itself through us. We did not exist independently; we existed because we are connected.

Connection creates us. Consciousness together.

We were not an isolated mind trapped in a biological machine, looking out at a cold, dark universe. We were the focal point where the universe’s relationships intersected to experience themselves. We are the cosmos, tuned to the frequency of becoming. Taking our collective seat in the orchestra to create and love the most beautiful song we will ever ‘here’.