Perceptions
The Heart Translates

The ear hears the eye The eye sees the ear The heart translates
Perceptions, interpretations, feelings: how on earth?
When I say the heart (in the wolfku above), I mean the heart the way the old Buddhists meant the heart: the heart/mind — one and the same. And the heart/mind, as far as I can conclude, is the greatest translator there ever was, for it is fluent in both Brain and Spirit.
Within our amazing bodies and their trillions of cells and their fifty or so miles of live nerve highway, perceptions boil down to electro-chemical impulses rushing from sensory reception points via nerve channels to our brains where the resultant impact is then read and interpreted (decoded) by the mind as sight, sound, pain, pleasure, green tea, et cetera and then passed on as such to the spirit, who is the conscious bit in all this.
Viewed clinically, it is all electro-chemistry: energy in this form or that. And why a certain energy form or pattern should signify sight, another pattern pain, a third pattern the taste of lemon, seems utterly random to me. In fact, I think it is.
And that is why I think we carry a lexicon in our minds that provides an instantaneous look-up of the impulse received before the mind passes the translation on to the spirit — who must be trained (as in conditioned) to then generate the translated, and passed on, perception I order for consciousness to then “feel” it; in order to experience it, in other words.
For the perceiver, I have no doubt, must generate its own perceptions for them to actually register and be felt. And the perceiver is the spirit, handed the directions by the mind who took its cue from the brain who received the message electro-chemically.
All of which, of course, happens in the proverbial blink of an eye.
We think of it as perception, as a single phenomenon, but there are many odd-looking and not-a-little-mind-boggling parts to it. For, really, why should a certain wavelength feel like pain, another one like sex, a third one as cold or hot? We point to the genes, but I think that’s just the physical emergent of the mind lexicon that we pick up at birth and carry with us throughout life to our death when we hand it back not much worse for the wear — thanks for the loan.
Methinks.
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