“The access of the power of Now” is consciousness. The Snail of the unconscious moves through me leaving a trail of pain. Consciousness eats the experience, but when there are left overs, uneaten parts of me feeds the Snail. Whenever I blame the experience of pain on another or myself, that blame cuts off a piece of experience that remains uneaten on my plate for the Snail of Pain.
To be here without apology and resistance is to be conscious. Each moment is a plate of experience. When eaten with gusto, wiping the plate of the Now clean, the alchemy of transmuting unconsciousness into consciousness is complete. The Snail of Pain starves to death.