Posts Tagged ‘Memory’


September 29, 2010

It is in our cells, not our minds. Our minds are like tiny transistor radios attempting to translate the voltage of the sun that is memory. Our hearts know, they can do it; our cells know, they can do it; but our minds, these gorgeous instruments with more powers than any computers or telescopes ever dreamed of, don’t get memory. It comes from another realm, speaks a different language, vibrates at a rate imperceptible to mind’s capabilities. The mind must learn its place in this set up.


July 23, 2010

Memories, like dreams, come for a purpose. As the mind wanders suddenly a memory comes up sharply. I have noticed upon a number of occasions recently that when I ask “why” the memory has surfaced rather than just let it float down the river with the rest of my mind’s ramblings, there is inevitably a valuable teaching in that memory. It comes specifically because it has something relevant and important to reveal. I have to crack the nut, keep banging away at the shell, and finally there is the meat. Try it, stay with it until you crack it open. It’s amazing.


May 12, 2010

I think it is very difficult, way more difficult than it should be, for us as humans to realize how subjective memory is. At any given moment all persons present are noticing whatever they notice out of the thousands of things to notice in that moment because of what their psyches are scanning for in order to grow. There is no “one way” anything happened; there are always only effervescently eternally cosmically interdimensional moments that have every possible bit of information in them. When any of us “see” that moment it is only a fractile of information; that which we personally choose to observe and learn from in the moment. Everyone else present will notice something else based upon their own needs for information. There is no such thing as a right perception or a wrong perception of any moment; there are only all of the perceptions at once being as equally relevant as the other. Yet because of the ways human brain chemistry works for survival now, the function of memory is little understood and recognized. Memory belongs to each individual as a very particular and subjective thing. It cannot, ever, be imposed upon another person as though it were a truth. I feel it is our destiny as humans to realize and recognize that history and memory are subjective, belonging perfectly to the speaker of a story, but just as perfectly to any other speaker of the story. For some reason, so far, this seems to be a difficult thing to recognize.