I just woke up from a pretty weird dream. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to relate some mystical experience; rather, it was a dream that started me thinking about another topic. In my dream, I was at the beach (my favorite place), enjoying the sun, surf and sand. I reclined in the sand for hours at a time until I became too hot, then plodded to the water and submerged myself for a few hours-this is not at all unusual from my real life-and when I became waterlogged, I’d return to the beach to sun myself. Granted, my dreams are not as fantastic as those of some people (but mine are in color).
In the course of traipsing back and forth at the water’s edge (in this dream), a crowd of spectators happened by-tourist types-led by what appeared to be a naturalist tour guide. They all stopped and observed me entering and exiting the water for a long time, as this naturalist explained that I was “obeying ancient migratory instinct,” dating back to when I was in “evolutionary transition” from sea creature to land creature.
Continue reading ‘A genetic memory dream’
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When the Emperor Charlemagne came into the country of the East Saxons and asked them whom they worshipped they replied, “Krodo is our god;” to which the Emperor replied “Krodo is all the same as Kroten-duvel!” “And he made them pay bitterly by the sword and the rope for the crime of calling God, according to their language, by a name different from that which he used; for he put many thousands of them to death, like King Olof of Norway, to show that his faith was one of meekness and mercy.
A friend of mine just came from Cambodia, he was talking in great lengths about fields of death there, heritage of khmer rouges, or Red Khmers. In a span of 20 years something like a quarter of population was wiped out. A field of death is a grave, there hundreds or thousands of people sometimes put together, by hands or with a help of bulldozer. It reminded me unexpectedly a movie I saw recently, Get Smart, in which Maxwell Smart, who is a secret agent for the US agency called CONTROL (whose nemesis organization is called KAOS - which they say like the word ‘chaos’), says: “We have to shoot and kill and destroy. We represent everything good and wholesome in the world.”
History repeats itself, otherwise it wouldn’t be called history. Continue reading ‘History repeats itself; memory never does’
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