They say there are five senses. Vision, touch, smell, hearing and taste. My nose hasn’t ever really worked well, so I’m lacking the smell one. But even though I am lacking the sense of smell, I’ve noticed a kind of a sixth sense. For each object, location or person – basically anything – I have this specific feeling that fully encapsulates massive amounts of information and memories about the thing into one compact feel.
It is hard to describe it – there aren’t really words for these kinds of things. But I’ve just called that sensation a “feeling” for myself. The “feeling” feels kind of like a color or something. Or a taste. But not quite. And you feel it with your whole being. I haven’t talked about it much nor known if others experience something similar.
Today I started a new book, “Focusing”, written in 1981. It describes the exact same experience I’ve had of sensing everything through an inexplicable “sixth sense”. Since there are no words for these things, the book’s author also made up their own words for them. They gave my “feeling” the name of “felt sense”. For me it’s a wonderful discovery, really validating – knowing that what I’ve been sensing all this time is a real thing and has been written about.
I am pretty bad at explaining things, putting my thoughts to words. But the book explains the “felt sense” pretty well. It feels nice reading a clear description for a thing you always felt but could never fully describe yourself. Now, knowing what to look for, I found even more books about the same topic.
I wish there was way more research about human minds, not just biological, but also psychological, to get some of the current theories to a level where they become scientific truths. Understanding how your mind works would be extremely helpful, especially nowadays with ever increasing rates of mental illness. And the help you can get for those illnesses is currently questionable at best, because we are only still figuring these things out.
