A Sunday Chat with Myself- 21 January, 2018

I am my Three Brains

It took me a lot of years of living—happy moments and challenging ones, like everyone else in this world—to finally find the answer to that age-old question, “Who Am I?” My conclusion? I am made up of three brains: the brain in my head, the brain in my heart, and the brain in my stomach. (Yes, the stomach actually has a brain!) Of course, all this is wrapped neatly into a physical body that I call—Albert Schindler.

This thought–of me being three brains–may horrify my science and biology teacher, but bear with me a moment. To best describe  who I am, I’ll compare myself to an efficient, (most of the time) well tuned automobile. My body is the outside of the car—the flashy fire red paint job, the sexy sports look that I picked out from the Quartermaster Stores before coming into this world. My body’s main function  is to protect the more delicate inner side of me, and to get me from one point to another without me spilling out all over the place.

“Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live in.”

The brain-brain is my engine and a fantastic computer, but it is subject to meAlbert Schindler–for direction and control–or at least should be if you want to avoid particular disasters. If I want to live fast, wild and dangerous, I–and here, again, I refer to the conglomerate that I call Albert Schindler–use my brain to find ways to accomplish my goals. My brain obeys.

On the other hand, if I wish to become more learnéd in my ways I use my brain-brain to organize, search for ideas and plan my events that, hopefully, will make me smarter. Again, my brain obeys. 

My heart-brain is the centerpoint of the self-awareness part of me, Albert Schindler. Many interesting articles have been written about the brain in our heart, showing the complexity of me!  It houses my emotions, my anger, my smiles, my fears and helps me make wise (or unwise) decisions, influenced by my mood at the time. The I Am–my self-awareness– utilizes the heart-brain to send messages to my brain-brain and steer and direct my automobile to places I want it to go.  Basically, it’s the driver of my automobile. Do I want to party all night, sleep all day, waste my life by getting high on drugs and alcohol, or make something of myself?

Among other values, my heart-brain is also my moral compass and self-disciplined place of residence. If my neighbor insults me and threatens to kill my cat if it poops one more time in his flower bed, it’s my heart-brain that decides if I’m going to blow my stack and pick a fight with him, or calmly ‘negotiate.’  In short, my heart-brain directs who I am, and who I will  become!

Of course, no “automobile” will run very far without fuel, and this is where our stomach-brain comes in. Anyone who owns an automobile knows that only the right kind of fuel makes your car run at top performance, and for that reason it is wise to learn what constitutes a healthy diet. Too much of one thing and not enough of another can really slow you down, as can the wrong foods. One can only stand in wonderment when we learn of just how efficiently our stomach-brain manages to convert food intake into energy for our “automobile.”

But, our stomach-brain also serves an additional function. Have you ever had that “gut feeling” where you knew something was wrong? Well, that’s your stomach-brain kicking in with a warning, and we’ve all learned from sad experience that a gut feeling should not be ignored. Our stomach– brain can also serve as a powerful sentinel to help keep us safe and healthy.

Finally, one should not overlook the fact that it’s our “I Am:” our soul: the overseer of this wonderful “automobile” that we are. With all our technology, even with our crowning artificial intelligence achievements, we still must stand in awe and respect at what our I Am–our soul, has created in this three-brained organism we call our body!

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The root of all wisdom is the glory of God. The fruit of all knowledge is the glory of Man.”   — indonesia123

About Albert Schindler

I was born on the 27th of February, 1931, on a farm near Hubbard, Saskatchewan. As far back as I can remember I had a spirit that would not stay earthbound. In junior high, I remember taking first place for a short story in which I described my terrifying encounter with a dinosaur. In outer space – that is, when the teacher wasn’t directly speaking to me, I went where Buck Rogers wouldn’t dare go. I was more of a Calvin in Calvin and Hobbes type of guy, with my own, personal, very powerful, transmogrifyer always at the ready. In my ‘teens and twenties, I pushed aside my Calvin alter ego in favour of making a living and didn’t take seriously again my ‘writer’s bug’ until my late 30s. I still saw that the world as full of exciting things to learn and investigate, which my writing reflected in the several articles and a couple of short fiction pieces that I wrote and sold, including over 30 children’s radio plays for Alberta’s ACCESS Radio. Unfortunately, I abandoned my budding writing career in favour of starting my own business as a sign painter. Now that I can officially call myself ‘retired,’ I plan to resume my writing career, only this time, writing mostly fiction. Why fiction? I have lead a great, adventurous life in which I made many mistakes (the ‘adventure’ in life), that have taught me some very important lessons and allowed my spirit to grow to unimaginable proportions, inconceivable to me while still in my thirties. In fiction, I believe, one can adventure into both the inner and outer consciousness of man and the universe to infinite levels where only the boldest dare peak. Convention holds that article writing has to be factual – oh, you can be creative in how you present your information, but ‘fact’ (whatever that means) still must have its parameters in article writing, whereas fiction is limited only by the size of a writer’s spirit, and so far, I haven’t been able to fathom my limit.
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