Vachon Imagined

Sexuality is one expression of life moving through form. Like every expression, it belongs to consciousness, but it is not the totality of consciousness. It is one garment among many that life wears.

A person may experience themselves as heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, or in countless other ways. Each is an expression of life as it appears in that moment. Division begins when the expression is mistaken for the whole, when the clothing is believed to be the wearer.

Then identity seeks permanence. It wants recognition. It wants celebration. It wants agreement. It wants to become the final truth rather than one movement within an infinite life.

The heterosexual may claim that only one expression is natural. Another may insist that their expression alone deserves affirmation. Both are doing the same thing. They are defending clothing as though it were the life wearing it.

Why? Because identity survives through opposition. It becomes more solid when something else appears to threaten it. The self creates an “other” so that it may continue believing it knows who it is.

The person standing before you is not as separate as they appear. Could they be you? Could they feel what you feel? Could they be another expression of the same life looking back at itself?

Yes.

What you admire, what you reject, what you celebrate, and what you condemn are all reflections appearing within the same consciousness. The reaction reveals as much about the observer as it does the observed.

When we forget that identity is clothing, self-righteousness is born. We create saints and devils, believing one belongs to God and the other does not. Yet both arise within the same field of consciousness. Both are movements of the same life.

Turn the mirror around. Let the one you call “other” become another face of yourself. The one you resist is not outside of you but another movement within the same consciousness. As long as you believe they are separate, you remain divided within yourself.

Then something quiet begins to happen. The need to defend dissolves. The need to attack dissolves. The need to glorify dissolves. The need to condemn dissolves. What remains is simple seeing.

You no longer mistake the clothing for the life wearing it.

We spend our lives trying to arrange what was never disordered, defending what was never threatened, completing what was never incomplete.

It was already ordered.

It was already complete.