It has been coming back in the most peculiar ways.
I see a particular cloud formation. And, I remember something from when I was very young. Too young to have had much executive function in my brain. I remember feelings, colors in a vividness that I only now see in deep meditation, a realness to the objects and their depth seems so very different from what I experience, now. I remember some scene or just an image. There is nothing at all extraordinary about it. It’s a mundane day. Nothing is happening. I’m just perceiving everything with an awesome clarity.
It’s a memory of seeing.
It’s the pure, raw, primitive, direct perception of the young child. I’m not remembering content, for then I had no access to my mind. I only remember the experience of seeingness. And, ironically, the content perceived in a state of total inner stillness and space is there like a panorama of the physical space- taken out of time and held in the spirit.
I feel it most intensely when I sit under the perfectly clear sky.
I am shoved into my body.
Not unkindly.
The first time I felt something like this it was after I color balanced the foundation of the house. I walked into the house after finishing, and I was whirled back back and back in time. To this place.
A memory.
That’s not really a memory…
It’s the Awareness of Self and Self Awareness in the realm.
Which whirls the realm right out of the space time continuum.
And into spirit
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