.... One may fall back into identifying with experiences, but when awareness of the one unto whom experiencing occurs truly kicks in, life deepens beyond belief, beyond fear, beyond hoping for salvation in some imagined future. To clarify: The ego, much as it will insist otherwise, is not the one unto whom experiencing occurs.
There is, in fact, only One experiencer, but it's a dreadful error to think of that One as a big God somewhere, i.e., the traditional concepts of a Deity who is a super big, omnisicient version of us and all powerful to boot. Rather, that One or Oneness, occupies what Quantum Physics calls a Superposition. It's everywhere all at once.
This Naked Clear Awareness is kind of like space that makes the appearance of all things possible, but it goes miraculously beyond that by also making the recognition of the appearance of all things possible. Try and put THAT on a throne in the sky somewhere.
None of this makes much sense until you get bone tired of hoping against hope that life isn't ultimately going to knock you on your ass AND you seriously want to know who is truly at home in this mind-body apparatus that gets up every morning to log another hit and miss sortie in the 'as if' Samsaric theatre of contraries and oppositions.
Take a look at the logjam of conditioned nastiness that occludes realization of free being:
fear of change
... to name but a few of the afflictions with which I am personally all too familiar.
We're a long way here from the sparkling innocence of our humble beginnings as an infant who grew nine months in the womb and sprang into the world without any conscious ego management whatsoever on our part. Who'd have thought we could get this dislocated from that primal organic beatitude?
Destructive as all the above listed impediments may be, the feeling persists that there must be a deep reason why the world appears as a tension of opposites that does such a fantastic job of obscuring solutions for what ails us and for what drives us.
Good-evil, attachment-aversion, light-dark, success-failure -- paired opposites are the nuts and bolts of manifest life. The contrasts they create we take to be the substance, the infrastructure, the Hollywood movie lot of our lives. AND, to make matters infinitely more unfinished, we can never resolve the conflicts that these opposites invariably generate because, by the dynamics of their interaction they outstrip our merely reasonable attempts at resolution. They do the seemingly impossible, these opposites. In the words of Heraclitus, "They live each other's death and die each other's life." Where can that possibly leave us except in a once only present moment that isn't actually here.
Perhaps this world is not meant to be a plane of peace and perfection. Opposites make us restless, restless enough to go beyond. That's their job and they don't seem to care how long it takes to get it done. Yet, despite the toll of suffering involved, a part of us seems to revel in the illusion of autonomy that each of us tacks together out of the multi-layered fabric of conflicting opposites. We cling by our fingernails to a life that unfolds as a high stakes experiential ramble, demanding everything of the autonomous free agents we take ourselves to be. As the brilliant writer, P.J. Reece, points out in his 'Story Structure to Die For', many of the movies that move us most are those in which the protagonist is metaphorically reduced to ashes so that the Phoenix of a larger, less self absorbed life might arise.
Seldom does it seem to dawn on us that free agency, combined with ignorance, is a shaky foundation upon which to build a life. Meanwhile, that which is simply aware of What Arises and What Doesn't, including our thoughts and reactions, remains unaffected by experience and its paired zero sum opposites. That which notices the apparent coming and going of consciousness and its contents has no opposite. Generally, one meditates to experience this. Chances of getting it are otherwise slim. Precious few of us have declared getting it throughout our genocide spattered history.
One final timely observation:
Experience belongs to time. Everything that moves through time appears bound by time, a fact that not even the obscenely rich 1% can do anything about. Paradoxically, awareness itself is timeless and Always New. The durationally challenged cavalcade of space-time and its mortal contents recedes from memory, constituting a mock eternity of accumulated moments not worth recalling on a regular basis. Except for the love moments of course.
The 'Eternity' of Awareness is not a stretch of time that outlasts all clocks. It is, rather, both timeless and dimensionless. It has no size, shape, weight, color, texture, outer or inner edge. It is simply that which alone in all the three times and ten directions, is truly alive. Everything else appears as that of which awareness is aware, to put it clumsily but accurately. With which do you choose to identify? the unfathomable aliveness or the raucous jamboree of hello-goodbye forms, including one's own highly prized flesh and blood?
Awareness requires no other. Yet, without awareness, the hello-goodbye forms cannot even be said to exist. The relationship between awareness and forms is more intimate than that between new life and the womb in which it thrives.