In the woods I run. Another tree, green needles nipping my soles. Another blind road. Turning back, my dress fluttering behind me, breathing heavily. Where now?
Back again? I run to the left instead, a shrub scraping my leg as I fly past it. My pulse lifts anxiety sharply. Where? Another step forward in the confusing forest. Back and forth. How many hours have I been running? How much further, before I collapse in a tired heap and let leaves cover my body? The pulse is on its brink. Colorful explosions lurk behind the next breath piercing my lungs. I must stop, my thoughts manage to whisper. As I take another step forward, I notice something strange happening. Like I was the main character in inception, my foot step on air. The air hardens, builds under me and push me upwards. My eyes wide open from bewilderment. Needles from the trees now scrape against my ungracious flailing hands. I never learnt to fly. Am I supposed to do swimming motions? Flapping my hands up and down? Suddenly I realize I`m floating over the tree-tops. I see I was running in circles. To my satisfaction, I realize my castle was in the clouds and not on earth, after all.
Such is the feeling of shifting perspectives
I was in my bed, head throbbing from the most fun I`ve had in months. Suddenly Sherlock Holmes knocks on my mind, begging to be let in.
He is a determined man, and the solution is never out of his reach. An example is the story about the horse who vanished. A man has been killed, at the same time as a price-winning horse disappear right under everyone`s eyes. All suspects are questioned, but before long, every possibility has been exhausted . That is when Mr Neuroscience puts his feet on the same invisible air-step and fly over everyone`s theories. He breaks free from all details, the impossibilities and arrives safely at eureka station. The killer was the horse, and the horse was not who they thought it was. It’s the obvious logic of looking at something upside-down.
Another handsome smile rise inside my mental fantasies. The main character from Perception`s face change into his personal aha-moment, and the features align to the attractive “off-course look” I`d gladly sell my iPad for. The episode is about a serial killer who begins a new killing spree after a 20-year sabbatical. The detectives and hunky Dr. neuroscience have found his diaries, but still search in vain for the persons described in it. After a while it hits him like a bullet from outer space: The killer had never had the experiences he described. Everything was a twisted dream the killer needed to feel happy
Lifting thoughts away from the dusty ruts, is a wonderful experience. It is those moments when everything you thought you knew is thrown away. You still feel that things make sense like never before.
The importance of our minds taking leaps like these, are obvious. When we are able to rise from one network of associated cells to a new one, the result is insight. Just think about the color red. What will automatically also pop up in your head? I would think other colors, a rose or a heart might just have been on your mind. Our nerve-cells are a fine spiderweb of interconnecting stations, and where we go off and on usually follow a typical pattern.
Did you know that manic and schizophrenic`s have associations that often create a mess? And what about the dissociative patients, who in their mind’s eye transform their fright to a little girl shaking in a corner. In anxiety the nerve-cells clump together in shaking companionship. They have enough with the task of protecting their walls, and do not stretch out to their neighbor cells. The outside focus likewise shrink to some threatening hotspots, leaving
out any other source of stimuli. This is the way our cells of life behave. Sometimes they erratically send sparks in every direction, at other times not bothering with sending signals at all, when the sun has sunken and let depression clip their wings of dendrites. So, when is it likely that Eureka comes? When will the the sound of weaving make its masterpiece?
Some minds are naturally more flexible than others. They consist of a social bunch of nerve-cells that love to connect with fat-shrouded cells from a variety of areas. They are not afraid of flying, even if they risk falling. To not make a mess, like an enraged cook who takes everything he sees and throws it blindly into the frying pan would do, their cell-knots are balanced carefully. It is not a raucous party where fuses burst, but more a happy gathering on a calm beach. Maniacs and schizophrenic`s can have these moments, when the cells learns how to pull the safety pin and put on the air-condition when they need to. The most energetic of them might need to be reigned in from stress with proper use of medication or a balanced lifestyle. Emotions can be a harbor of joy when we discover their potential,
We are the cooks of our own destiny. Sometimes we just don`t realize that there are a myriad of ways we can mix our given ingredients together. What is your recipe for change? What makes your heart happy?
Why not continue the exploration ?
I am finally ready to make my own recipie
- Memories of positive associations get written onto DNA (arstechnica.com)
- How the brain remembers pleasure: Implications for addiction (sciencedaily.com)
- How neurons get wired (sciencedaily.com)
- How Neurons Get Wired (afterbigbang.com)
- Perspectives on perspective. (glasslakesphoto.wordpress.com)
- The Power of Perspective… (thepowerof1blog.wordpress.com)
- 10 Facts About “Perception”
How brain microcircuits integrate information from different senses (medicalxpress.com)
- How to Control Your Emotions & the mystery of tear
- Giving our feelings a name
- Breathe Easy – Acoustic Jam
And of course, meet my own high-wired baby:
Proudly presents my project of life
One day I woke up after a hardcore “brain association” party with a new idea: I must make a blog where both me, other therapists AND patients write about topics related to psychology. My ideas are like wriggling worms: They just can`t hold still! For this reason, I have now in two months, used far too much energy on writing, copying and editing psychological posts on different topics. I have met other people as crazy as me, thinking we actually can do something to make the world a better place. What about you? Are you also in for the ride?