Is my brain really thinking?

“Understanding the memory, emotion, thought connection and how it effects our lives”

One of the things that has crossed my mind recently is the question of who I am. This question is very interesting to me. I don’t know what the answer to the questions is. I don’t know how I would know some answer was the answer if I get an answer. One thing that popped up in my viewer this morning was the idea that we don’t want to be anyone else. We may want what someone else has. I wish I had his luck, wife, money, looks…That may be, but there’s something about actually trading places that just isn’t OK. You be me and I’ll be you doesn’t appeal. We know intuitively that we don’t want to do this. Why? Sometimes we’re so unhappy we think it might be better to die. But we still don’t want stop being us.

I’m not talking about trading lives. Not positions in society. That’s OK for some. But actually not being us anymore is a no go. I see something very significant in this. It may be the only evidence I can find for eternal life. Some say that life arose from, what physics calls, the singularity. Are we singularities? Born out of oneness and formed through some universal process to become seeds for other universes? Are we life’s bloom?

What would we lose if we really became someone else? Would we know we were someone else? We don’t know what we were before we became what we are. We don’t remember ourselves before birth. At least the brain doesn’t. Is there some other kind of memory? Another source of thought? Lately I’ve been considering the possibility that the brain doesn’t think. One might say that all it does is think. Aren’t we bombarded with the brains chattering all day? It’s definitely chattering, but is that thinking? I’ve given my brain assignments. It doesn’t do well with them. I’ve told my brain, in the most reasonable way I know, that we could be happier if it would only think about what I told it too. So far, my brain hasn’t paid any attention to me at all. You would think, that if it thought, it would see my point and cooperate. Wouldn’t you? If it was really thinking wouldn’t it realize I was on to something?

I’ve given my brain assignments. I said, “all you need to do is relax the neck”. Either it doesn’t want to, which implies not only intelligence but the ability to decide for itself what is best. Or it isn’t really thinking. It doesn’t hear. It doesn’t decide, consider, contemplate and so on. This other possibility implies that it isn’t intelligent. That it isn’t thinking. I have found no evidence that it thinks.

This is not to say it isn’t active… it’s active. I gave it a problem to solve when I went to bed the other night. Next thing I know I’m coming back from a cartoon polo match where I was a player with a mallet that seemed to wilt and dressed in some sort of inappropriate clown suit. I looked at this and looked at the brain and said, “you, are completely useless…”. Not only useless and uncooperative but downright detrimental to everything I’m trying to achieve. I spend my time searching for answers to the questions of life and it wanders around making noise and distracting me until I fall asleep. Then it takes up where it left off, fighting creatures that won’t die and playing clown polo. Two things it isn’t even good at. It used to try and fly. Or maybe that was me.

Where Do Thoughts Come From? Who Is This “I” ?

Anyway I have spent the last several years finding out how to get my mind (Me) off my brain. I saw that it wasn’t helping so I decided that if I could learn to ignore it I’d be better off. I have been and I continue to get better as I practice. The more time I spend with my mind free of my brains…silliness…the better my life goes. I see things clearer. I have even started to recognize another aspect of what is me: an intuitive connection. When the brain tries to examine life it does so from what it understands. In this it doesn’t stand a chance of gaining any understanding at all. I found out, once I stepped away and looked closely that it really doesn’t know much. In the same way that it doesn’t really think, it doesn’t really know either.

The brain is the main obstacle to understanding. It’s basically a library. In the same way we discovered the facts about DNA, that DNA isn’t deciding anything for us. We can learn to see the brain for what it is: an organ. With the function of an organ. People may say, “I know that…”. If we know this, why do we spend so much time on the wrong end of the leash?