A long and relative moment of consciousness

What would our world be like without our consciousness, I wonder. If we humans or Homo sapiens were less conscious, would we be doing better or worse for ourselves? Of course, it is unfair to compare ourselves with bees, as they generally do not seem to fight each other and appear to collaborate well. But that is a view from afar, because we don’t know if bees are entirely happy doing what they do.

Our consciousness, the ability to wonder about what we do to each other and to our world, seems to be something interesting, although we too get confused when we run between survival and growth. All seems to be relative, all of a sudden. Sometimes I feel like a super being, quite conscious and aware beyond other beings. And, on the other hand, in relative terms, it seems that my conscious being is suddenly lost.

There are, for example, the circumstances where we enter a path of execution, running with life through moments where we seem to be not so conscious. When life demands from us that instinctive movement, into these situations, we seem to not know exactly what goes on. But we go on, and on. A situation in particular would be when we are activated to help people we love and care. Some of us, caretakers, might know more about what that means. But in fact anyone may be called into that mission which sometimes life does not give us a chance to choose to accept or not.

So, right there, I feel, we become in a way like bees. We move, we fly, we seek the sweet thing and we go through bitter things, and we bring back home that from somewhere. Right there, we feel into the flow, into the movement. We sum. So no matter how we do, we may do it anyway in ways that helps the hive, or the queen, or you name it.

But then, not knowing exactly what happens or what had happened, we may, out of the blue, settle, when or if we get the chance. Somehow, If this rest happens on our way, we seem to realize a new reality. It may come a conscious movement that is calmer, reflective. It seems that in those circumstances we can talk with ourselves in a way feeling the presence of our consciousness, right there, in the room.

It seems that the perception of the being shows, or is felt more presently, the bigger the thing we did. That would be when one had done a lot, put a lot of effort, went far, and almost got lost in the woods, and eventually found that sugar, and came back flying through too many fields, passed through spider nets, escaped from sprays and the rain and the heat, and when almost losing it came back; back home.

So now, at home, this being is reconciling the effort from the effort and comparing the being perhaps not too conscious with the now being that is becoming. Now that things are a little conscious, and calmer, she thinks or feels the power of that being. She knows what she did. She knows too that the queen which she saved wassaved because of her own instinctive movement. She knows that now she knows and now sees in her queen her own image and in her own image a queen. Now that she feels this consciousness, in this moment of reflection, and now that she feels her powers, she then thinks, “wait, if I did all that I can do it for myself?”

In relative terms, she realizes her power, her potential. “Maybe I can command myself,” she wonders. “Maybe, I can escape from this hive, and fly far and do the good and greater things, for me,” she thinks.

Living that precious moment, she rested, calm, and calmer, she reflected , for one second, before she took off, feeling like a queen.