Impressions of being under observation.

In my pre-belief days I was a bit of a felon. I had learned that so long as one was smart enough about it then one could get away with just about anything. And I did get away with it. Doing the things I did never caused me much in the way of moral turmoil.On occasion I would find myself considering embarking or about to actually embark on a particular course of action and would get the sense that I was being observed. Not by security personnel or people or the like. But as if a personal entity was observing. I didn't get a notion that 'it' was telling me not to do it - the observation was passive.But the fact of being observed thus would cause a bit of unease about what it was I was intending to do. And sometimes I aborted the mission.3 guesses as to who it was...

They are probably staring at their bodies. Not themselves. What you refer to is probably looking at yourself in the eyes. Time was when I couldn't look at all.

Plymouth?

That might be the way. Although we are not our thoughts, thoughts are part of the mechanism we inhabit. God stires the EM soup in our heads and it is the stirring which makes us aware of his observing us?Hmmm.

You might not be far off the mark. For God to know our hearts he must have a way of observing them. Not all wear their hearts on their sleeves.E=mC squared. God as just organized energy from which matter (organized energy)springs? EM = energy. God operating on own turf? Had forgotten. Look forward to a response if one forthcoming

I said 3 guesses. A little trinitarian joke of mine.Did you get it?

No surprise in my heartily disagreeing with you. Its Larni you should be presenting your findings to - not me. You know (oops) I don't agree with you and there is little point in reprising this well-flogged dead horse here.