Paracusia: The Loud Unconscious Mind

I'm not someone who believes in psychic abilities very much. That said I have a friend who felt my pain from an ocean away and never having met me before called me up and that's how we met and became friends.

As a child, she suffered a traumatic brain injury that left her open to picking up things the rest of us filter out. I think someday there might be a scientific explanation for her but I haven't found it yet!

Me, however...

My unconscious will lose my phone when I don't want to talk to someone. It will lose my keys whenever I don't want to go somewhere. I've had to fight with it my whole life because it doesn't take responsibility or financial costs seriously.

Those things are fairly normal for most people.

What makes my unconscious mind a bit different is it shows me things, hallucinations of truths, this usually happens only when I'm meditating but sometimes when I'm not expecting it.

In social situations, it can make things a bit awkward.

I don't mean to "see" things about people they don't want me to know, but my unconscious picks up on micro-expressions, body language, the scents people give off that reveal their emotions and behavioral patterns.

The pattern recognition software my brain has is pretty awesome but several times in my life this "gift" got me into a lot of trouble. Like at a wedding when I was a child and I told the groom he was only going to be the bride's first husband. He was not happy with me and he decided in that moment I must have said it because our family didn't like him, which wasn't what happened, but regardless the couple did get divorced and he did not have a very good relationship with my family after that.

Paracusia: Hearing one's thoughts as though someone is speaking to them.

Mirror Neurons: Cause us to feel empathy and give us the ability to mimic another's thought patterns

I have some highly developed mirror neurons that sometimes go a bit overboard with some people. So sometimes I hear a voice telling me what another person needs to hear. It's a bit disconcerting but I've gotten used to it.

I used to think I would end up one of those crazy people talking to myself on the side of the street but thankfully I'm not quite schizophrenic yet!

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