Hubby said an interesting thing on our walk this morning, that I had missed a couple of ‘senses’ in my recent posts.
We’re taking about
Inner senses (definition: capacity of the mind to be aware of its own states; consciousness; reflection) and our
Sixth Sense ( definition: a power of perception like but not one of the five senses : a keen intuitive power) .
I have to be honest, I hadn’t really thought about these, but they are both worthy of a mention, however restricted my view may be.
Looking them up on the internet, both are actual film titles.
Inner Senses (original title Yee do hung gain) is a 2002 Hong Kong psychological horror film, and The Sixth Sense is a 1999 American supernatural thriller. I am familiar with the latter, and reading the synopsis of the former, they both deal with seeing dead people.
O – K then, pressing on………
Inner sense to me is a sense of well-being. Everything is OK in our little world, and we are happy with the status quo as we putter about our business and lives day-to-day.
We know when we’re feeling under the weather or out of sorts though. The guys will be familiar with PMS (or PMT as we call it here in the UK) and are nearly always on the receiving end of our hormonal imbalances. Hubby says he remembers it well and pities any man in a household of women (he had to put up with me, the dog and the chickens!) .
It’s not just a health issue.
We can have the feeling that something is out of kilter, but there is nothing we can actually put our finger on. There are days when I feel down in the dumps for no reason whatsoever. Nothing and no-one has upset me, yet I just want to be left alone to get myself out of the doldrums without inflicting my bad mood on everyone else. I am grateful that I don’t have dramatic mood swings, but when I’m on a downer, I’m the first to admit I’m not very good company, so speak to me at your peril!
It’s not just us women either. I am sure men have similar ‘swings’ with variance in testosterone levels, otherwise they wouldn’t have the urge for ‘one-up-man-ship’ and ‘pissing competitions’.
Hubby is normally a happy chappie, but there are times when despite him saying he’s OK, I know he’s not. His mood is affected by tiredness and the medication he takes for pain relief.
I also know when something is worrying him, but am equally certain he will tell me, once he’s got it straight in his own head, so it might take a day or two.
So this leads me into our Sixth Sense.
With the author’s permission, I would like to refer to the post entitled Sixth Sense.
From a totally different angle to mine, but the common thread is the uncanny feeling that you sense something is going to happen, or something is wrong, but can’t explain why.
I have often decided to drive a different route because for some reason my senses ‘suggest’ it, to later discover the road was closed though there was no signage to alert me.
I have called my mother simply because she was on my mind to discover she’d been unwell.
I knew my sister was pregnant with her second baby 3 days before she did.
And most of us have answered the phone before the days of Caller ID knowing who was on the other end before they spoke.
So do we associate this Sixth Sense with ESP?
According to WIKI:
Extrasensory perception or ESP involves reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses but sensed with the mind.
ESP is also sometimes referred to as a sixth sense. The term implies acquisition of information by means external to the basic limiting assumptions of science, such as that organisms can only receive information from the past to the present.
Now my common sense is telling me that ESP is a subject that is WAY above my head so I’ll leave all that to the professionals. For my part though, any such uncanny occurences will remain an unexplained mystery of my adolescence.