No-one has to tell an amoeba how to pursue, capture, and consume its prey. No-one has to teach a bird how to fly. No-one has to prompt a caterpillar to become a butterfly. And no lessons are needed to school humanity in the subtle arts of petty irritations, of vanity, and of tribal violence. What Carl Jung (d. 1965) referred to as the Unconscious Mind is no less than a minefield of instinct: stimulus-response patterns that determine the moment to moment behavioral repertoire in every living organism.
Consciousness has created a situation wherein the creature subject to these impulses says "I" do this. "I" feel this way. "I" want that. The "I" of these pronouncements is a chimera devoid of any individuality other than proximal.
There is a Self that is real, that is fundamental and common to every living thing, and which can awaken to become the arbiter of a given life. Pristine Awareness is the stuff of life and Pristine Awareness is the primordial substrate of consciousness. And in some examples of humanity Pristine Awareness is capable of awakening (just the right word) and charting a path through the minefield of animal existence. The mind has become the wish fulfilling gem, and the body the magic carpet.
This awakening is as natural as a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, and is a natural flowering of the tree of life.
If in meditation we simply let consciousness contemplate Awareness we encounter Pristine Awareness as receptive emptiness. This "receptive emptiness" is the storehouse of all potential and is in fact the Self itself.
Meditation is the brick with which we knock at the door.