Sensory Heart

As Sister Wildcucmber noted, the heart is a sensory organ. Indeed, once the heart is awakened, the rest of the body touches our world in a wholly different way. She linked to an article whose author does seem to understand the science, but little else. I’ll save you some time.

Science has measured the capability of the heart to directly register a level of sensing that is not easily noticed in the mind. The reason we know this is because the heart has its own measurable energy field that changes in the presence of certain other living things. The problem is, if all you know is what the scientific instruments can measure, you’ll still know next to nothing about how it works. The linked article suggests some exercises that really won’t bring useful results, and may actually prove deceptive.

The heart is designed to communicate directly to the moral fabric in Creation. It doesn’t work the same in every person. Sister Wildcucumber talks to nature in a way few can imagine. She senses what the moral fabric says about food, health and a lot of other similar things. She senses the moral imperatives and seeks to harmonize with what God offers to us all. For my part, the moral fabric speaks to me of human behavior. Once the brain is trained to make sense of what the heart perceives, we can formulate a practical response on some level.

So when I stay up late at night nagged by something I sense is really all wrong, it’s my heart trying to tell me something. Eventually it comes through. Over the years I’ve learned to chase down those nagging little tugs and pokes from outside the sphere of mere intellectual consciousness. They were there from as early as I can remember, but it took some years of education and training, not to mention decades of very bad experiences, before I learned to make sense of what was going on inside of me. I misread all those signals and it tore me to shreds, making me feel certain only that I was crazy. Totally by God’s grace I stumbled into another place of ancient learning connected to the Bible, and suddenly it all began making sense.

It’s not as if I pretend to know everything. The nagging is still there on at least a few things all the time. To answer one is to discover several more. Nor would I pretend to have answers for you. Maybe I can guess if you tell me enough about it, but I still have only what my own heart can read. What I want most to do is set you free from the intellectual constraints of our age so you can find your own heart and its great sensory capabilities.