My Awareness does not talk back.
When I remember its existence, it simply pops into focus, instantly, like it's always there waiting to be remembered. I am aware of it, aware of being aware, even if for a fleeting moment.
My Awareness is primitive. It feels... ancient. Wise beyond comprehension. Like a monk always answering questions with more questions, except my Awareness is wordless.
Awareness, also sometimes known as "presence", does not judge, does not label, does not have opinions. It's almost as if it exists simultaneously in several planes, or dimensions, and when I visit with it, I get a short glimpse of what that feels like. Serenity as the default state. Peace. Bliss. There is no room for judgements at this level. There isn't even language. Nothing verbal anyway. Maybe there isn't even time.
In this timeless realm, all there is for sure, is I. The feeling of being. I am.
It's timeless because it's the only invariable. I can remember having a different, younger, healthier body, different feelings, thoughts, different opinions and outlooks. These things are always changing. One thing that I can not remember ever being any different is my Awareness. I have always been me. And it's always been instantly available to me when remembered.
Awareness has an entourage. When it shows up, it is often surrounded by its friends. It has many friends, including the inseparable duo Instinct and Intuition. Like a couple of ex-special-forces bodyguards, they have dark sunglasses and earpieces and help guard the entire entourage from external or internal threats, like Fear.
Another very important member of the entourage is Breath. Breath sometimes shows up first. As if to set the stage. Sometimes when it is difficult to invoke Awareness directly, like if Anger is being too loud, it can be easier to call upon Breath first, to act as a mediator and lower the volume.
Another member of the entourage is Compassion. Compassion follows Awareness pretty closely. It wears long dirty robes and has a contented smile on its face. It forgives most anything, including its own lightheartedness.
If I stay with it long enough, I get to witness the appearance of Acceptance. Acceptance floats in, a few centimeters above the ground, with arms spread wide, and offers long warm hugs to anyone who happens to be around, even Fear.
In fact, whenever Awareness comes to visit and brings its entourage, it seems to rob Fear of its power, causing it to retreat to a far corner.
If the party does not lose steam at this point, I get to experience a metamorphosis of sort. In the space created by Awareness and its entourage, whatever was there before transforms into something pure and raw. It goes by many names. Sometimes I call it Serenity or Peace, other times Happiness. Most of the time, it's Love.