Victoria NeuroNotes

Into the Gray


How I Overcame Fear Using Mental Training Techniques

These Neuroscience Techniques Are Also Used In Navy Seals Training

Warning:  Explicit Content — Suicide

Amygdala_smallI spend a lot of time reading blogs where believers are becoming aware of the lack of credibility in their holy books but have an extremely difficult time with fear because of their indoctrinated beliefs about eternal hell. Continue reading



Neuroscience Explanations For ‘Spiritual’ Experiences – Part 1

Note:  People who’ve had what they considered a religious experience may find this information disquieting.  From a personal perspective, I found it not only liberating but empowering. The Dalia Lama, who’s been working with neuroscientists at MIT, has given a thumbs up regarding the research I’m going to present here. He states that what has been discovered about the brain’s role in mystic, and religious experiences is illuminating. Continue reading


Dying To Myself Daily: How Good Intentions Paved The Path To ‘My’ Hell

I tend to have trepidations when talking about the subject of religion.  One of the main reasons is because I know that religion plays an important role in the lives of many people, but not everyone becomes as committed to their religion as I once was.  People may call themselves a Christian, but I’m going to be blunt here — most people who call themselves Christians tend to know very little about their own religion or the contents of the Bible, their ‘guide book’. Continue reading


On A Good Day — In The Mood

We all have our good days and bad days.  I have certain strategies I use to keep me from being taken captive by thoughts I know I shouldn’t nurture; nor do I want to stew in biochemicals that can go with stress.   On those down days, I try to do what I feel like doing on a good day.  I take ‘me time’ outs even if it’s just putting in my earbuds.   I like to listen to music with specific beats per minute (bpm). Continue reading


When Mind Matters

We were riding through downtown when my daughter, who was a wee one at the time, noticed a homeless person. She intuitively knew he was unhappy, and hungry. She turned to me, her big blue eyes tearing up, and said “Momma, can we buy him something to eat?” I get teary-eyed just thinking about that poignant moment. I drove to a restaurant, and ordered a hardy meal and a large iced tea to go. We retraced our tracks in hopes of finding the man. But it was to no avail. I think this was the first time my daughter became acutely aware that there was suffering in the world. Continue reading