My guess would be while I was in the loving embrace of amniotic fluids, floating freely and communing with my creator.
During “those private moments” I seem to be extremely alert.
I can think of 60 or more times that I have had my consciousness raised but I do not feel that I will ever reach my peak unless you care to enlighten me.
At the very instant you are reading this…
It remains at its highest as long as I am with myself. the moment attention is diverted to other, it may be thing, thoughts or situations, the consciousness is dimmed, or divided
By “consciousness,” if you mean awareness, it was highest when I have my paranoid moments of stalkers in my house
If by “consciousness,” you mean self judgement of what is right and wrong, and not just opiniated, it was and is highest at whatever situations bring along the pressure from outside sources which tap into my heart’s “wants.”
I would say it is usually in those rare moments of Wakeful Dreaming or fugue state. It’s at that time when I feel the boundary between reality and imagination become so blurred the two can intermix freely. Your Real/Not-Real filter is shut off and anything becomes feasible/acceptable. That’s when the coat resting on the chair frame becomes a dark being or the ringing phone in your dreams becomes the alarm clock beside your bed.
When I was in the Air Force, I was a pilot on a on a CT-39. Sort of an executive jet. It carried 4 passengers or 1 general. I was stationed in Okinawa, Japan and had to fly to Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. It was a night flight. There were no clouds. Visibility was endless. And there was no moon. So I was able just to see the sky, with all its stars, Galaxies, and beauty. There is poem called High Flight that summed it all up:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
The last line completely answers how I felt.
What do you mean by consciousness? The feel of emotions one may have or the sense of whats going on around you? When I’ve was with my girlfriend, would be the height of my emotional consciousness. But when i get very scared I get very aware of my surrounding and can hear a pin drop in the next room.
When I’m having fun.