Synesthesia is a natural state of awareness but looses its
holographic impact when brought to mind in our traditional method of
recognition. When asked to express in a mindful way, we select out a specific
such as an item or something that can be identified symbolically as an “it” of
what we sense. In doing so, we radically alter for the sake of the ground
figure, the actual sensory hologram we are immersed in. We do not have a
language method available to transmute the setting or the environment or the
harmonics we are actually sensing. And we have come so far down that road of
denial that we hardly have a half thought or a doubt about what we attempt to
communicate. Yet what we want from in each is that immersion beyond depictional
experience. An example is in singing. Sometimes a singer is so filled with the
sound of it that we get to bathe in that which we seek with out regard for the
words as standalones themselves. It is as if they posses and broadcast a tonal
quality that permits us to holographically bathe in that sound as if it gives
us emotional access to something more than just hearing. Sight gives us
recognition. Taste gives us identification. Touch permits us expansion. Hearing
gives us access to the hologram of being more easily by our cultural methods
than do the others. Not that they of themselves do not in certain specific
circumstances render that possibility but sound, most easily. The truth of the
matter is that all the senses worked together to provide immersion access but
we are culturally trained away from this, almost from day one of life. We are indoctrinated
into a language of depiction, a style of recognition by identification of the
specifics, away from the holographic environment of feelings. Think and feel
become separated worlds going forward in life as if there is not a common field
in which they mutually exist. The senses then have become mercenaries for the mind in pursuit
of accountable experience. Yet the entire mind game is essentially to get back
to the feeling hologram which is an intimacy that has no words, no details, but
lots of environmental immersion. Synesthesia, as it is referred to, is the
natural state. It happens to us, all the time and yet we preclude its affect
with depiction perspective and detail distortion as if identification was a
negative affirmation of the isolation of self from the beingness of life . . .
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