The Atmic consciousness that permeates every living being is referred to as Brahman. When it is individualised, it is called conscience. It is also referred to as Jiva. When the Atmic consciousness is encased in a body, it becomes an individual. The individual, the Atma and consciousness – all the three are one and the same. People think they are different because they are given different names. Remove the names, there is only one Consciousness in every individual. Supposing you name this object (showing a handkerchief) as Atma. It is a handkerchief in common parlance. I can call it threads or cotton. But essentially it is an object. Whatever name I may give, it refers to the same one object. There is only one Atmic consciousness in every individual. It has no form; it only assumes different forms.
Take off with Natarajan 
This reminds me of a dream I had… I was in a vast open and dark place, and I was looking over the surface of an infinite surface of what looked like water. the water looked like water in an autoclave(a device that vibrates water at a high frequency to clean things such as medical equipment and airbrushes). I began to notice that the water like infinite surface was vibrating so much it was throwing off tiny particles of itself. The particles would fly up into the open space, and eventually return to the water. I was not afraid so I became curious and wandered in closer to examine the droplets and get closer to the rippling surface. I noticed that the droplets were people animals, plants and all other forms of life including life I did not recognize. I watched the droplets rise and fall for quite some time, eventually I found a droplet that seemed known to me, even loved, and so I followed it down into the surface of the water. As we hit the water I could feel myself stripping away, but not being destroyed, it was more like I was being shared with a whole that I was also becoming a part of. Eventually I was gone, but all was present, including myself. I awoke and drew the watery surface and particles(I no longer have that sketchbook but I remember the image and inspiration well). I am not religious myself, but my mother and father followed Sant Ajaib Singh, I wonder if my artistic mind translated some of what they were experiencing into a form I could understand, or if this experience I had was something different.