How uniquely personal is consciousness?
Here’s a story for you. Way back in the past, I took a Joseph Campbell workshop out in Esalen. During one of the exercises, they took us on a guided meditation to find our spirit guides. We climbed down into a hole in a ground, and found a waterway, and followed it to a quiet pool, and there, by the side of the pool, we met our spirit guides. Well, duh! A waterway deep underground! Who am I going to meet? I call him Mudman. He was made of a kind of red clay, and he was kind of vaguely slapped together in human form, but it was as if the artist hadn’t gotten around to finishing him before he came alive. He had huge shoulders and chunky legs (I don’t even know if there were feet) and he practically had no neck. He was so much clay, I don’t even know if he knew how to see or hear, or taste. He gave me a few words of wisdom, but I don’t remember what they were, now. A couple of years later, I was taking this dance workshop. We start with a meditation, and the whole idea is to get out of yo
