You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
|Found this (First published in Oct.2014) on Blogger:Posts on Blogger.com. Older words still have an echo . . .
The repository of the human brain is extraordinary, and we use only a small percentage of the capacity. And there is the old adage, USE IT OR LOSE IT! I'm desperately trying to use it as much as possible. There are little, amazing triggers in the mental filing system that work for me. For instance:
MUSIC: Old tunes and songs from when I was 6 or 7 years-old sitting on the piano bench beside cousin Betty who was thumping the keys with the 40's pop music. I remember the entire scene; the piano, the stacks of sheet music, my uncles standing behind me singing. How much I loved it.
Newer music from musicals I've directed or choreographed. I remember the performers, the stage, standing back stage. Or when I was performing, I remember the moments on stage, what my body position was. Often just a second or two trigger by a fragment of music.
And get this: If I think about a specific part of my body, especially the right top shoulder, I can recall an injury doing a lift on stage when the girl didn't get up right. Or a leg extension that sprained when I was too tired; that moment on stage is linked exactly.
SMELLS: Certain smells of cooking food, or ripe fruit in an orchard or the smell of chicken feathers in boiling water or white Elmer's glue. At the first scent, I'm transported to another time and place for a split second. Certain perfumes send me to another person from long ago.
LOCATIONS: For fun, or for trying to fall asleep I try to remember each place I've lived. Like do I remember the kitchen or the bathroom. I find that with most I cannot remember cooking or taking a bath. But often I remember taking the dog out, especially in winter. I've never finished that process. Seventy decades of moving around is a lot of homes (and generations of dogs and cats).
All of the above are just little triggers inside my brain.
Outside in the physical world: I use the Internet, my computer, hard drive archives, photos, sketches, diagrams, sticky notes, and decades of journals. I remember faces, but have a difficult time with names. Old photos of relatives are usually a puzzler.
Isn't life interesting? But can you remember it?
|[From Morning Pages, Week 20, day 3, April 28, 2020]
Time travel remembered is an agglomerate of tiny moments that have emotional shadings and images. Within this, there is an infinite volume of stored images from your personal past. Beyond understanding, this memory bank is filled by a network of links from different time markers, emotions, places, people, events, activities, skills-links to touch, smells, tastes, textures, colors, temperatures, wetness(water), heat, dirt, plants, animals, insects. The subject-topic list is again, infinite.
In our technological civilization, we expand and augment this basic knowledge/memory with a digital storage many times more than our brain capacity of details or things not usually registered by our senses.
A great deal of this memory bulk is made up of a web of images, and not still-shots like a photo, but real living three-dimensional visions that contain light, color and sound, which our brain can instantly translate into language symbols for output (speaking-writing,gestures). And these vision-bits come full-bore-loaded with emotional content and links to an endless pile of connected moments and dozens more if you look at all the threads.
In this electronic age we make a deliberate decision to use our phone to click a still-shot or a video (always too long and rarely looked at more than once). However, notice that because you have a digital memory stored in your phone, your veil of forgetfulness easily blanks out any specifics of the event/moment. The brain's recollection is not trusted any longer, even though we know that video can be altered or replaced. We depend on the electronic memory.
What we actually SEE in our three-dimensional world is usually true, except with make-up and clothing as character camouflage or a television broadcast or a photo. These mental images are what they are as you see them, BUT does your mental translator identify them as not being what they seem. More and more often this mental discernment is required to maneuver through the civilized environments of 2020.
Now as I finish this . . .
What is reality in an artificially created environment?
I question that all the time when I ride or walk through our town and everyone is wearing a mask to cover their nose and mouth. People talking behind their mask is like trying to listen to a radio. My mind is fogged when I try to talk (through my mask) to a masked person behind a thick glass barrier at the bank or a shop. My mind asks how can this be real?
Find some Nature and breathe deep . . .