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Memory by post?

The title of this post is what it is exactly: my lost memory returned to me by post .

It’s a weird feeling, you know. A while ago I’ve read somewhere about one research on human conscioussnes. They tried to locate our memories in brain. Where do we store memories exactly?

So they selected different people. Their brains were severely damaged, but all of them had memories. Some of the patients went through really freaky accidents, with massive parts of brains amputated or missing as the result.

So they started to exclude suspected parts of our brain in charge of the memories one by one …

OK, it’s not here…It’s missing in this case…and not there either…

Skipping the details, though they had hundreds of cases covering all the possible kinds of damage few times over, they couldn’t locate it precisely.

Apparently our brain stores information as a hologram; even if a part of it damaged, the rest can make up for it.

Some scientists even came to the conclusion that our memories are stored outside of our brains; we can just tap in into that field of global consciousness (something pulsing, fluctuating, shiny and shapeless as I imagine it) and get from there what we need. The electric impulses of our brains are tuned differently, and in accordance with our individual frequencies we pick data produced by us in the past. That could be also an explanation of how some people can read past and memories of other people…

Anyway, it’s a fascinating topic. I don’t have a clue there my memories are; its like seeing the world through a looking glass: small things become big, and big things get lost.

I wrote to a friend of mine a while ago about this idea of storing dreams and memories; he forwarded me back my letter to him sent some years ago.That’s funny, as I completely forgot about these things. Unfortunatelly it’s in Russian though typed in latin letters…well, you can skip it, if you can’t read it. Sorry about that.

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poo

What an amazing feeling I had, when I found an article about a girl on the paper!

I read with this unexplainable feeling that universe is connected somehow!

The article goes like this,

“Since I was a little kid, I always say ’sorry’ when I was in a toilet and suffering for a poo!”

Thats me!!!, that’s what i did, and i still do. And I have never mentioned about this to anybody before!

I dont know why. I cant help it. In that moment, I really have to say “sorry”…..

Sorry to who???….I dont know myself the answer….. I’m not really God believer. but then, In that moment, I really feel like doing some sort of confession….. confession is not right word maybe….just simply this word”sorry ‘ pops out!…..

Then after long term suffering in a toilet, I really feel ” thank you”

I wonder how many people in this planet do same things?….

hope to find out in this website!

tengu

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sturgeon dream

Morning seaside. Windy weather. I’m amazed looking on fishers coming up to the ground from the boats. They are carrying different size sturgeons.
Some sturgeons are small, some of them are so huge that several fishers were carrying them together. I looked to the eyes of the fish, eyes were cold and empty.
There was no fear or worries.Fishers were throwing them to the boats and on the ground. Fish blood splashed around, mass of sturgeons swarming and moving around.
The very strange thing is that when I woke up, I’ve forgotten the hole this dream, but….!!!!!!!!!!!

Several hours after it, in the afternoon, when I was talking to my colleague in the office, I’ve heard a news block by radio. They said that almost all sturgeons are annihilated in Caspian basin and more bla bla bla….. That was the moment when i comprehended the dream I’ve seen that night.

ivan

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Meister Eckhart’s correction

I just came across these words:

“Only the hand that erases can write the true thing”, Meister Eckhart.

I guess he is right. It would be strange if in the world where everything evolves our ideas wouldn’t. Nevertheless, sometimes it’s good to look back and see an unaltered track of your life, like timestones or breadcrumbs trail if you like. Memorycemetery, as it follows from it’s name is the place to rest memories.

We don’t moderate and don’t censor your posts (well, as long as they’re not spam and related to the subject), so such a rule as no posts editing after they ‘re published should help you to preserve the memory as it is. It protects you against yourself in a way, helping you to keep an honest track of your life and separate important from minute.

Such a rule in the end, makes this place interesting to explore and belong to.

We can’t change our past anyway; what done is done.

To move forward we should leave our past behind.

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