Is the act of observing thinking?
can thinking observe thought?
can one observe oneself? how?
By agency of a mirror?
So here is a thought that whispered itself inside of my head.
Some times I wonder do our ears hear from the inside too? Do we have ..all of us, do we have many personalities and hence voices inside of us. We are constantly talking or listening, even on the inside.
Just 5 mins of self observation and you will know that. There are constant voices. Either they are doing a commentary or are giving impulse commands. Panic commands, excitement commands, signalling emotional cues...but there is constant telling.
I have had a glimpse of it. Where I have suddenly realized all these conversors, with multi thread conversations and I have stepped back. Realized they haven't noticed and ALMOST run away.
Except they notice, panic and call me. They pull me back. And I feel the pull right in my stomach. My gut. You just know that instant..if you get away that instant..that very instant you will die. And you know there is no coming back and you stop yourself and you even forget that moment happened. A memory lingers ...but barely.
I now have begun to enjoy and (I did not expect it) to look forward to sitting in silence and listening to voices...inner..outer...and having this feeling that somehow I will drift away and tune into a voice I like or fall through a silence door and fall into somewhere....Dunno.
Atleast I now know..there are more dimensions to perceive than I can name, spot and label. There is more. Doors behind Doors.
can thinking observe thought?
can one observe oneself? how?
By agency of a mirror?
So here is a thought that whispered itself inside of my head.
Some times I wonder do our ears hear from the inside too? Do we have ..all of us, do we have many personalities and hence voices inside of us. We are constantly talking or listening, even on the inside.
Just 5 mins of self observation and you will know that. There are constant voices. Either they are doing a commentary or are giving impulse commands. Panic commands, excitement commands, signalling emotional cues...but there is constant telling.
I have had a glimpse of it. Where I have suddenly realized all these conversors, with multi thread conversations and I have stepped back. Realized they haven't noticed and ALMOST run away.
Except they notice, panic and call me. They pull me back. And I feel the pull right in my stomach. My gut. You just know that instant..if you get away that instant..that very instant you will die. And you know there is no coming back and you stop yourself and you even forget that moment happened. A memory lingers ...but barely.
I now have begun to enjoy and (I did not expect it) to look forward to sitting in silence and listening to voices...inner..outer...and having this feeling that somehow I will drift away and tune into a voice I like or fall through a silence door and fall into somewhere....Dunno.
Atleast I now know..there are more dimensions to perceive than I can name, spot and label. There is more. Doors behind Doors.
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