I write about consciousness because I encountered a state that exists between life and death—an awareness unbound by biology, untouched by time. In 2019, I crossed into a realm often dismissed or misunderstood: the liminal space of the near-death experience. There, consciousness was not just present—it was expansive, intelligent, and profoundly aware.
When I read scientific literature on the subject, I’m often struck by a quiet sorrow. The models are precise, but the essence is missing. These writings speak of neurons and brainwaves, but not of presence. They define, but do not know. What I experienced cannot be confined to academic terminology or experimental data—it was living truth, not hypothesis.
Is consciousness a provable fact, or something more elusive, like the wind? We do not see the wind, yet we feel its pressure, sense its movement, observe its effects. Consciousness is much the same—formless, yet shaping everything. It is moved by emotion, stirred by perception, and present in degrees across all forms of existence. Perhaps every thing that is, in some way, knows that it is.
Those of us who have passed through the veil, if only briefly, often describe a door opening within—a portal to a deeper layer of being. Science may call us anomalies, writing us off as curiosities or neurological misfires. We are labeled as “possibilities,” and even that word is offered with hesitation. And yet, within us, the experience is absolute. We do not believe—we know. And that knowing is not theoretical. It is a truth so complete that it becomes a compass by which we live.
Humanity hungers for truth. We are drawn to it not only by intellect, but by instinct. We grow weary of speculation and manipulation, yet paradoxically, much of what is now considered fact began as uncertainty. Truth often enters quietly—disguised as intuition, imagination, or even doubt. Like a philosopher or a detective, we must watch closely, question deeply, and allow what is unprovable to be explored with reverence.
Facts are not picked from trees. They are born through experience, reflection, and the patience to witness unfolding realities. Consciousness, too, resists capture—it does not yield to force. It reveals itself only to those willing to sit at the edge of mystery and listen without needing to explain.
My art
Where is Consciousness?
Is it within or outside?
How about it is us. Each one of us is our consciousness.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 