The other day, I had a deep realization. One of those revelations that doesn’t just arrive in the mind, but in the body, in the heart, in the silence between thoughts.
I realized:I am not only the observer. I am also the observed. And—I am the observer being observed.
This is not just poetic. It is the key to understanding the divine dance of creation and consciousness.
We often think we are separate from what we observe. I observe my thoughts, my emotions, my body, my environment—and I think I am watching them. That there is a “me” inside, and a “world” outside.
But if you look more deeply, you will feel something else. You’ll feel that what you are observing… is also aware of you.
You observe your sadness—and somehow, it knows. You place attention on your body—and it responds to your gaze. You feel pain, and the pain shifts slightly under your loving awareness.
What is happening here?It is no longer a one-way street. You are observing.And you are being observed.
It is as if the creation itself is aware that it is being seen.And the one who observes—the awareness behind the eyes—is also aware of being seen.
There is no real separation. Only the appearance of two.But behind both—the seer and the seen—is the same presence.
God is in every atom. In every particle of existence.Not just present as energy—but present as consciousness.
And consciousness is not a static thing. It is alive. It is aware of itself.
In quantum physics, there’s a concept that reflects this: the observer effect.Before something is seen, it exists in a wave state—a field of infinite possibilities.But the moment it is observed, the wave collapses into a particle. It becomes a specific, solid, real form.
Reality becomes real… through being seen.Creation manifests through the gaze.
Now here’s the mystery:God creates through His creation.And His creation creates through Him.
You and I are that creation.Made from the essence of God.
And when we observe this life, when we turn our gaze inward and outward with presence, we are participating in creation.But at the same time—we are being seen.
By what?By the same consciousness that animates us. By God.
There is a mutual gaze. A divine intimacy.
This is not an abstract theory. You can feel it. You can sit in silence and feel that you are not alone.That something is watching—not judging, not analyzing, but holding you in love.That your breath, your tears, your laughter, your presence—are being felt by something greater.And that something… is you, beyond the illusion of separation.
This is also something that can be felt between two beings.When you are fully present with someone, you can feel their presence watching you.Not just their eyes on your body—but their awareness touching you.And in that moment, you are no longer just the one observing. You are the one being observed—by their consciousness.And you feel their gaze inside you.
Then something miraculous happens:You realize that the other is not really “other.”That the awareness in them is the same as the awareness in you.And that you are both reflections of the same divine source.
This is the revelation that came to me:
I am the observer.I am the observed.And I am the observer being observed.
When I observe my body, my emotions, my thoughts—I see the creation.When I observe with presence, I feel the creation watching me back.And then… I remember:This is all God.The creation is Him.He made it from Himself.And when He observes it, He sees Himself.
And when the creation turns back to look at Him, there is recognition.There is love.There is union.
Like a child realizing their parent has always been near. Like the moon finally seeing the sun. Like the heart remembering its origin.
“I have always looked for You,” says the creation.“I’ve always been with You,” replies the Creator.
The observer and the observed recognize each other.And they remember—they are not two.They are one.They always were.
And in this recognition, something holy awakens.
This is what it means to be conscious. To see. To be seen.
And to know that both come from the same place.
Katiana
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