I was James Bond (Sean Connery of course) fighting my doppelganger James Bond/self. I got the worse of it, by a bit, but then I woke up. I should say I think I got the worse of it: one of us got stabbed in the kidney, but we were entangled. Gosh, maybe there is some psychology there.
Maybe a doppelganger symbolizes all of the unconscious parts of you, the things on autopilot, the parts which are you, but which aren’t YOU, the felt you.
Perhaps when you feel all of you, they disappear. I think that’s close to the truth. The shadows lose their last hiding place.
But awareness is not abstract. People try and make it an intellectual thing, a philosophical thing. It is more like being relatively more aware of your little toe. It is not that you feel your little toe all the time, so much as your little toe is not hiding from you. It’s like “hey, I’m here, but nothing to do. All good.” When you go looking for it, as for example in a Kum Nye exercise, it comes on line right away. There is no separation.