“We are like horses out of control,
unaware that demons ride our backs.”
Adrift on a Wild Sea
The Oceanic Mind is subject to constant storms. We are part of that universal mind, unaware that all our upheavels come from being animated timber tossed on a turbulent sea—the Sea of Storms.
This is a sea in which battles rage incessantly between two forces: angels and demons.
It is here that the Monsters of the Deep devour little fishes; and we, without knowing it, are the little fishes.
Trapped in fish consciousness, we are not even aware of the Monsters of the Deep who seek to devour us on a daily basis: who get their energy from our life blood, their joy from our suffering, their pleasure from our pain.
We are unaware of the very element in which we swim: unaware of the Mind Ocean and its storm-tossed waves, its angels, its demons, its naumachia or never-ending sea battles.
We cannot even drown, because we are fishes. We can only be eaten. And without knowing it, we are eaten every day.