The Watcher
A recent post on this blog, by Peter Russell, discussed ways to be present, and finished with mention of a ‘witness’ mode of life. What follows is my own experience of that mode, which I wrote today before seeing Peter’s essay; that my topic is the same as his is either an odd coincidence or a sign of the times.
The witness inside us all goes by many names, including the observer, the true self, and simply consciousness. Quakers call it the still, small voice within. Although I’ve known it was there, I discounted this part of myself for many years.
Like everyone, probably, I am frequently aware of my mistakes even as I make them. Often, when I’m about to do something ill-advised, an inner voice will comment: “That’s a dumb move, but you’re going to make it anyway, aren’t you?” Long ago, back when I still consumed alcohol, I would watch myself pour another drink, knowing full well that my behavior was already edging out of bounds. Or I would say something unkind to a lover, knowing that it was uncalled for and would lead to a big blow-up. This observing part of my mind has always been wise, but until recently it remained largely passive. It seldom took the reins and averted disaster. As a result, I disregarded the watcher within. It seemed like a prudish and annoying sibling, quick to point out my folly but slow to assist. Only recently did I recognize that this watcher is my truest and strongest self.


