Originally posted by Doomcake
reply to post by NorEaster
Good sir, thank you. I have no doubt of these things. Memories of past lives that seem so familiar yet so far from my waking dreams.
I've pieced together a lot, but It all heralds from some shyza I've had since I was little. Some industrial emissions and the smell of mothballs
reminds me of being in a cramped suburb in Britain during the turn of the century. My room had one window, and there were old newspapers covering the
walls for some reason. I'm pretty sure I was an Electrician, or some handyman like that.
I agree. Make preparations in life, so to make the release all the greater
When I was very little - in the late 50s, - I recall spending time gazing out across a very broad, very far away expanse from my yard, and watching
the morning sunlight sparkle across the choppy waters of the bay, with the flat ocean horizon splitting the view between Earth and sky - obviously the
East Coast, since the sun was up and over the enormous, distant bay in front of me. To my own eyes, we lived high and far from the open bay, and the
trees beneath us reached up just enough to block my view of the miles between where I was and the edge of the continent that lay before me. It was
beautiful, and in the distance I could hear the tugboats pulling the huge ships (that looked like tiny Matchbox Cars from so far off) into port. This
was a daily moment for me, from what I clearly remember, and a very large part of my own early childhood before we moved from that special place to
the small town in Upstate NY where I finished off my youth.
Decades later, I brought a girlfriend to that house, to show her where I started out as a tiny kid, and that extremely vivid memory suddenly came back
in full force as I stood in that very same yard, and looked out to.......the other side of a very steep and narrow valley, where the tiny city of
Little Falls, NY (look it up) squished in just down the embankment, and a brick husk of an old factory still sits on the banks of the Mohawk River, as
that relatively narrow waterway winds through on its way to Albany NY. You can't even see it on the other side of that factory building from that
yard, and yet, I definitely saw that open bay, and those tiny ships being pulled into port, and that sparkling water as the morning sun danced across
And I have no explanation for why I knew that sunlight dances over open water like that, since we didn't get a TV set until 1962 - just in time for
the Cuban Missile Crisis, in fact - and we didn't get a car (after my dad left) until 1967, when my mom finally taught herself to drive and bought a
Ford Falcon (black). To say that we never got out to the sea coast by the time I was enjoying an authentic ocean view would be an understatement. I
hadn't even made it off that street by that time in my own life. And yet, I knew that sunlight dances off choppy open water on a sunny morning when
you're looking East toward both the sun and the open water beneath it.
I could assume that this was a past life memory, but the deep research I've done suggests otherwise, and I have to defer to the well established
fundamentals of reality itself when something I experience seems to violate any one of them directly, and search for a more plausible explanation. If
not, then my perceptions will lead me around by the nose, and I'll never know
anything for sure.
Experience is the least dependable source of information, regardless of what anyone claims. Especially experiences that occur when you're in a highly
suggestive state of mind - such as when you're a preschool child or under hypnosis. Evidence obtained under hypnosis and the testimony of very young
children are both not admissible in a court of law, and it's because such testimony is notoriously unreliable that this is the case. And yet, most of
a person's core beliefs are installed into their psyches while they are very young children - or in the throes of a profound emotional, meditative,
or religious experience - each of which resembles the hypnotic state of mind to varying degrees.
The material realm provides "reality anchors" (by default, of course) and these are what we use to determine what is real, as opposed to illusory.
Logical inference helps take those anchors and directly apply their obvious stability to a broad base of connecting dots, which can then be connected
out from there by way of responsible extrapolation. They say that you can figure the basics of everything out by simply sitting and factoring it out
from what sits right in front of you if you're disciplined enough - and I think that this is true. The hard part is remaining disciplined enough in
your thinking. It gets too exciting, at times, to keep from jumping to conclusions, and that's the danger. The reveals can be very startling.