Where I\u00c2\u00b4m looking, there I\u00c2\u00b4m finding memories, very much memories, like a soup with many vegetables. My thinking is full of memories, the same with my body (going, swimming, cycling, eating…). Even my gene seem full of ancient memories. But my memories are creative, they change, they adapt to my moods and vantage points (near or with ditance, just or long ago), they come and dissolve – \u00c2\u00a0very obvious in my dreams . In dreams it seems to me, there is something like a magnet, which attracts many pieces of special memories, which\u00c2\u00a0fit to the special magnet.<\/p>\n
But what happens, when I try a to remember a holy symbol, or to visualize it (for me a very difficult exercise)? These difficults show to me the vagueness of my memory. When the vagueness decreases, space and time seem to change. It seems a little bit like the “dream-magnet”, full of energy and vividness.<\/p>\n
But all over my life I had a very “poor” memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where I\u00c2\u00b4m looking, there I\u00c2\u00b4m finding memories, very much memories, like a soup with many vegetables. My thinking is full of memories, the same with my body (going, swimming, cycling, eating…). Even my gene seem full of ancient memories. But … Continue reading