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BMI Framework


Swami Chinmayananda often used a chart to illustrate key concepts of the human field of experience, linking BMI to Body, Mind, and Intellect. These three instruments, according to his teachings, are the vehicles through which we interact with the world. They enable us to Perceive objects, Feel emotions, and Think thoughts (PFT). The Body is responsible for perception, the Mind for feeling, and the Intellect for thinking. These in turn correspond to the realms of Objects, Emotions, and Thoughts (OET), which constitute our everyday experience of life.


An intriguing aspect is the mind itself, which is often associated with qualia—the subjective, personal experience of sensations—something that remains largely mysterious and elusive in modern science. Despite advances in artificial intelligence, which allow us to draw distinctions between body and intellect as functional parts of the universe, the mind and its inner experiences still evade a comprehensive understanding. AI has shown us how the body and intellect can be mapped, measured, and even replicated to a degree, but the essence of consciousness—especially the subjective nature of mental experience—remains beyond our current reach.


In this framework, Swami Chinmayananda emphasizes the importance of understanding these instruments of our field of experience (BMI) to engage meaningfully with the external world and to explore the deeper layers of our own consciousness. All sentient beings in this universe will have varying degrees of this experience, each uniquely interacting with and perceiving their reality through their respective capacities of body, mind, and intellect. The gradations of this experience highlight the diversity of sentient existence, with each entity perceiving, feeling, and thinking in ways that align with their inherent nature and consciousness.


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  1. kumarOctober 7, 2024 at 8:16 PM

    Aren't we the very universe looking at our own reflection and awe-struck having no words to express our real feelings...

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