It picks up on things without us even knowing, and it remembers and files away things we’re sometimes unaware of.
It tries to help us in ways it thinks we need it to and it tries to help us in ways we don’t always recognize.
I’m talking about patterns. Specifically, thinking patterns.
Our brain is very good at helping us build patterns and it’s also very good at repeating these patterns until it catches our attention.
It plays them over and over and over like a bad song on repeat.
Everybody’s lyrics are different, but how it works is the same. There’s always a fictional story and we are usually the main character.
The problem with our brains being so clever, is that they’re not always so wise. They can’t always tell the vast difference between thoughts versus truth.
Take my recent journey through what is known as ppa for example. My brain would scan for danger and lovingly send me signals (though they didn’t always feel so good), as a warning sign of danger. It would detect what it thought was a perceived threat and activate my fight or flight system as a precaution for keeping my baby and I safe. It would send me very loud, very uncomfortable signals to run, or hide, or get help even though the detected threats were false alarms.
It’s not always an anxious feeling it brings either. The type of feeling will depend on the type of thoughts accompanying it.
But don’t get me wrong, it is a really great system. It works really well and it’s there for a purpose. To keep us safe. It does a very good job at keeping us safe.
Its’ signals are coming from a well intended place, but an older, less advanced place.
And, it doesn’t have the wisdom to differentiate between what is real and what is imagination.
Here’s another example: I used to get scared, very, very scared when I took my baby for a walk. This was because my brain would imagine possible threats to our safety, except it didn’t always differentiate between what was real and what was not. I’d imagine tripping over a rock before we’d even get out the door, and my brain would play the scene in my mind, accompanied by uncomfortable feelings, (anxiety), on repeat, so I would know to watch our for big rocks.
However, where it got it’s wires temporarily crossed was in the reality of it. This wasn’t actually happening, yet it felt so real.
This was and is the machine at work, and not the wisdom at play. You see, I knew it in my heart of hearts that it wasn’t actually happening, but my body was still feeling the signals. This is what I mean when I gently say, they are pretty clever machines, but not always so wise.
I like to think of it like this: If I were to see a bear on my pathway, I’m not exactly sure what I would do, but I’m sure I would react, rather than think about reacting. And that, right there, is the difference. The difference between the machine and the wisdom.
One thinks about scenarios, replays things, usually things about whether we’re good enough, whether we said the right thing, whether we did the right thing, and what so and so thinks of us. And the other just knows, just does.
The wisdom runs deeper and doesn’t get it’s wires crossed. It’s peaceful in feeling and it always tell us what we need to hear, when we need to hear it, in a very kind way. It does this when our mind clears and our thoughts settle. This is a major bonus of the design, it does this naturally, always, without question. We can tell the difference between the feeling it brings.
It only knows love. It is made of love. It helps us see through our machine, that it’s at work, or when it’s playing the same old songs. It tells us when we’re quiet enough to listen. It helps us seek answers and clarity when we are open to hearing.
Both are part of our design, our very human design. They are both great, but different in purpose.
When I see and feel my machine at work, I stop. I pause. I put my hand over my heart and I acknowledge my mind’s great work. I thank my brain for doing it’s job, and I kindly remind it that I am okay.
I kindly remind it that I am the love and wisdom beneath the pain: my thinking. I kindly remind it that I am okay, I am more than okay, I am grateful. I am love.