One Consciousness and the Hand-Holding Experiment
I’ve got this theory.
It sits somewhere between philosophy and the kind of thought that sounds unhinged t 2am but feels completely obvious by morning.
The short version?
What if we’re not separate at all, just fragments of the same consciousness that forgot itself?
And what if something as simple as every human on earth holding hands could actually break that forgetting?
Yeah, I know. Stay with me.
How I Got Here
This didn’t come from books or lectures.
It came from being in a really dark place.
Hatred had moved in and made itself comfortable, like a tenant that wasn’t paying rent and had no intention of leaving.
And in the middle of that, something cracked.
Not visually. I’ve got aphantasia, so there was no big cinematic moment. No light, no visions.
Just a feeling.
Deep. Physical. Certain.
The kind that doesn’t come with words but lands in your chest like truth.
The idea of one consciousness didn’t feel like a concept.
It felt like remembering something I’d always known.
The Name Thing
Around that same time, I changed my name.
Not for aesthetics. Not to reinvent myself.
It just didn’t fit anymore.
Something had shifted enough that I couldn’t keep carrying it.
It was part of the same process, stripping back what I’d been given and stepping closer to what I actually am.
And that process didn’t stay in my head.
It pulled me straight back into my body, into places I’d been avoiding for years. Childhood stuff. Stored stuff.
That’s the thing about real change.
You don’t get to pick which parts of yourself come with you.
The Actual Theory
So here it is.
Every single person on this planet, no matter the differences, the politics, the chaos, forms one continuous human chain and holds hands.
What happens?
I’m not saying it would break physics.
I’m saying there’s something about that idea that won’t leave me alone.
For me, it’s not even visual. It’s the feeling of it.
Like something in the body recognises it.
Like connection isn’t something we create, it’s something we’ve forgotten.
Philosophy brushes up against this.
Quantum physics hints at it.
Spiritual traditions have been circling it for centuries.
I’m not claiming I’ve figured it out.
I’m saying it keeps showing up, and I’m paying attention.
Why It Matters
I don’t know if thinking about this changes anything on its own.
But I think being willing to think about it does.
To sit with the possibility that we’re more connected than we’ve been taught.
That maybe separation isn’t the default. Maybe it’s the distortion.
Because we’re raised to be individuals. Separate. Self-contained. Competing.
But what if that’s just the amnesia talking?
