Just as you see people driving different cars---some faster than others---you might notice that different bodies seem better suited for certain activities.

This does not mean consciousness and all that consciousness can do are dependant on bodies or genes or DNA.

There isn’t some esoteric or scientific link between DNA and consciousness.

That road goes into a dead end.

Consciousness did not arise from DNA. Saying it did is part of the evolution fantasy in which life emerged from a swamp or a puddle of amino acids.

It’s yet another cover story, designed to obscure the real essence of consciousness.

YOU have always existed and will always exist, and the same is true of your consciousness. Ditto for your imagination and creativity.

Which is not to say that your consciousness and creativity are unchanging. You can change them; make them wider and more powerful.

Consciousness is not a “reflection” of some physical state of affairs.

It is not built on molecules or atoms or photons.

Here is another interview/session done by Jack True with a client. The subject was consciousness. As we pick up this excerpt, the client is already under a light trance.

Q: Okay, now look at consciousness.

A: I don’t know…not sure where to look.

Q: Look at what you see. Look at consciousness.

A: I see a gray space.

Q: Keep looking there.

A: Yeah.

Q: What do you see there?

A: It’s folding. The space is folding, like a brain. Folds of the brain. It’s sort of curling in on itself. I see electricity.

Q: Keep going.

A: The electricity is sparking the gray matter. It kick starts it.

Q: What does the electricity look like?

A: Like a small branch of lightning. The gray matter begins to function. It begins to sort itself out. It starts to think. It starts to reflect.

Q: Reflect on what?

A: On the fact that it’s conscious.

Q: Keep going.

A: The gray matter is grasping its own nature. It’s talking to itself.

Q: Can you hear what it’s saying?

A: It’s saying that a little girl is being born. There is a birth taking place. The birth is me. I’m being born. I’m coming out of the womb or out of nothing. I was unconscious and now I’m conscious. It’s a miracle. Now I see sunlight. Sunlight is shining on the gray space. It’s like a window opening. A shade being pulled up. There’s a lawn out there, and a house. People, a few people are walking around. They must be my family. I’m being born into a family. There’s a dog on the lawn. He’s walking around, wagging his tail. Wait a minute…

Q: What is it?

A: This is me being born into this life, the life I have now. I was in the gray, and now I’m in this life. It’s amazing, but…something’s not right. It’s strange. It’s like someone else is thinking all this. Not me. These thoughts are coming from somewhere else. It’s a book. It’s a story in a book. The book is what I’m supposed to read. Yes. I’m reading from a book. I’m sitting there reading from a book. The book is giving me this information. I’m very placid, just sitting there, a little girl reading a book. It’s strange. It’s like a fairy tale, and I’m the main character. (laughs) I don’t know…I wish I could…but there I am, reading from a book. The book tells me what I’m supposed to think. It’s like the story of my birth. My birth into consciousness. From being non-existent. I was nothing, and then I was something. I was asleep and then I woke up. That’s what the book says. It’s a powerful story. I don’t why, but it is. I’m sitting there reading it and soaking it up. It’s like I’m a little kid in school and I don’t know anything and the teacher is telling me what to think. That’s not right. I’m being a little girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s the hinge on the whole thing.

Q: Hinge?

A: Yes. In order to accept what’s in the book, I have to believe I’m a little girl and don’t know anything. But the little girl I’m looking at…that’s not me. That’s just an idea.

Q: Keep going.

A: I’m reading the book. But it’s not me. It feels like me but it isn’t. It’s a joke. For some reason, I need a “birth story.” I’m missing a birth story and the book is giving it to me. It’s what I want for Christmas.

Q: For Christmas?

A: Yes. I want what I don’t have. I don’t have a birth story, and this is what I want, so the book appears and it gives it to me. (laughs) The book shows up. It floats in the window and I pick it up and read it. It feels like I’m getting a Christmas present. It fills a need. I had a need, and the book supplied it. Why did I have that need? The book is almost alive. That’s the way it feels. It knows about me, and it knows what I need. What I’m missing. It’s pretty clever. (pause) But I don’t really have to believe the book…wait…it’s gone. The book’s gone. And the little girl too. That was a fairy tale. In a physical sense, I was born. I’m born every time I have a new life. But I’m always here. I never stop existing. I’m here.

Q: Anything else?

A: Yes. I’m aware. I never stop being aware. The physical part of it fills a need. The gray matter, the brain, the electricity, the book. It fills in a story about how I exist on a lesser plane. That’s what I don’t know…that’s what I don’t want to know…oh, I get it now…

Q: What do you get?

A: In each new life, I’m doing a little faking. I’m starting all over. But I’m really aware from lifetime to lifetime, and that’s no good for the story. The story of being born, of becoming conscious. I’m already conscious. But I have to tell myself a story, about arising consciousness, so that I can fit into the idea that I have a completely new life and learn everything from scratch. I have to black out what I know, to be in this place, this space…I have to fit into this space and time…I guess I have a need to do that…so I have the book, the story…

After the session was over, Jack asked the client, “Where do you think the book came from? Did you write it for yourself?”

She said, “Well, I use it. But I feel it came from somewhere else. It was written for me. It’s like a very good shoemaker looks at my feet and then designs a pair of shoes for me, and then I wear them. The shoemaker wants me to be happy about the shoes. Whoever wrote the book wants me to be happy about the idea that I’m born every time with a blank slate and then my consciousness develops, like folds in the brain. But that’s ridiculous. I’m always conscious, except when I go back to the book and soak in what it says…”