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  • I once ate a jelly sandwich believing it was a particular type of jam. I will say - blackberry - for the sake of argument. I really enjoyed the flavor. However, when I went to put the jam jar away, it was a completely different flavor. I will say - strawberry - as I don't remember the details now ... just the experience. I remember staring at the jar and wondering how this could be so.

    I was listening to a radio story while driving the other day and it was on this very subject. They were talking about how sounds can affect our minds perception of the flavor of food. Such as, if listening to off beat music a food can taste sour or bitter and if listening to pleasant, happy music, the food can taste sweet. Also, how they make potatoe chip bags so they will crinkle as that makes us want the chips as we hear the sound and think of crispness and crunch.

    It made me realize again how vulnerable our minds are but also how our minds really control us. (I guess this is the essence of advertising)

    I wrote before about an experience I had in my twenties where I was in deep meditation and I not only foresaw the next thing that happened but I actually saw a person and my environment with my eyes closed as it was in reality and action. That is when I realized sight was more than using our physical eyes, although I understand that within our normal day-to-day existence, we are confined to that.

    Lately, things have not gone how I hoped or planned. Then again, I am resigned, to some degree, to my destiny. Like the old Native American saying, "Call on God, but row away from the rocks," I do pick up my paddle and steer, but none the less my canoe is heading downstream and I paddle this way, and that way, not having much control over the end destination. Maybe some control over the stops and diversions but still have to get back on the river to head towards my eventual end at least in this dimension.

    I was watching a program yesterday on TV and the protagonist told another, "We are dying a little bit the minute we are born. Everything is going to die, just somethings sooner than others." I pictured a little baby being born. I think of life. But I guess it's true, once entering this world the child begins their dying from where they came into this world - and so it goes. One star burns out, another is born.

    I often wonder if what my mind is telling me is true. Or if it's just another mentally mislabeled jelly sandwich. Blackberry, strawberry ... whatever. Just as long as it's not bitter.
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