There is no consciousness because there is no separation. Separation is an illusion. It’s just the self-illusion. This isn’t some special state; it’s just what’s blindingly obvious. It’s recognized for what it is when the self is not denying it.
It’s not that “there is nothing, not even consciousness.” That’s totally not what I’m saying. There is only this. It’s not consciousness.
I have no interest in “neo-advaita,” half-assed or not. I don’t think that there are any mistakes that can be made. This is perfect just as it is. I also can’t see how there can be a path to this. Any apparent path to this would in fact be this. There is no separation.
I already found out what “I” am. “I” am an illusion of separation. There’s nothing more to it. The self will keep insisting that “I am,” because it’s terrified of discovering that it’s actually not. There is no I am. There is just this, which is both real and unreal. It is and it isn’t.