Multiple consciousness ?

There is another ‘weird’ feeling that I get sometimes, usually when I am sitting quietly in my garden looking at the trees, plants and stones around me, are in a bus riding through unknown streets lined with houses and shops. I can almost ‘ identify’ with the plant, or a stone or a quiet shady corner of the garden as if I could enter into the existence of a lonely stone, or a plant or a balcony overlooking a street, as if I could touch these ‘inanimate’ things with my consciousness, perhaps a kind of multiple consciousness. It is very difficult to describe this feeling/awareness in words.

I just came across a passage by Ouspensky in  ‘In Search of the Miraculous’, which sounds very similar to my experience. Ouspensky describes what happened when he walked around in a state of, what he called,  self-remembering. :

“I used very much to like to wander throught St. Petersburg at night and to ’sense’ the houses and streets. …. I did not think of anything. I simply walked along while trying to remember myself and looked about; the sensations came by themselves.”

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