The Good Old Days

 

 

 

 

Glancing at at the books in my bookcase today, I realised all the books have personal meaning attached to them. How it works I don’t know but the Universe has wrapped itself around me where the inner Self and the external Self are virtually One. The same goes for my record collection, DVDS and the pictures on the wall and videos I watch and even the mindlines reflect.

Memory is at the heart of it. They all have taken on a form of nostalgia connected to the past.

Time In A Tree. This song and video now has enormous emotional power. An anagram of Tremaine is even ‘encoded’ into the title.

 

 

And experiences which only took place in linear time terms a relatively short time ago such as climbing the tree have become nostalgic. I suspect they may have happened a lot longer ago than my memory suggests.

 

 

 

One of the books I picked out of the bookcase and looked through was ‘Winnie The Pooh Collection’ and again looking at the stories they all have strong emotional triggers attached to them of one sort or another.

 

 

Tiggers Don’t Climb Trees.

 

 

 

Part of the reason for the emotional attachment with Winnie The Pooh was I attended a boarding school in Ashdown Forest where Winnie The Pooh is set and my mother worked with adult Christopher Milne.

And ‘The more it SNOWS-tiddely-pom.’ One snowy afternoon at the school, the kids were kept inside and it was decided that we should do a Britain’s Got Talent type show. My contribution was a rendition of ‘The more it snows tiddely-pom’. For some reason this angered the master in charge. That didn’t take much, as looking back a lot of the teachers at the school were semi psychotic maybe from the psychological effect of World War 2.

 

 

 

 

Ashdown Forest.

 

 

And not totally connected with the above but the pub sign for the Home Cottage also has memory power linked to the pub. Even the name of the company that owns the pub Young’s has personal cellular memory. Art For Art’s Sake.

 

 

In my trip down memory lane – the rational mind would say it’s age creeping up on me but I think there is more to it – I have remembered my past wasn’t as exactly as I once remembered it. There has been ‘unpleasantness’. Especially with childhood memories, the heart and mind can wear rose coloured glasses and block out the nasty memories and is capable of creating a different version or versions of what really happened to avoid the pain maybe as a form of psychic protection until the heart and mind are ready to face the memories.

‘Tell me about your weird childhood’. I once discussed the boarding school with a counsellor and she made a telling remark – ‘That’s how they sold it to you’ – which can be expanded to a lot of life experiences such as school and work. Keep your nose to the grindstone and play by the rules and before you know it you are facing physical death and then another trip on the merry go round which was the idea all along.

And reality is stranger than can be imagined, the truth could actually be that it is the rose coloured glasses memory are the real memory and even though the nasty memories have a form of reality, they are not real. Only the ‘God Mind’ is real. A spiritual quote which has been speaking to me recently goes : ‘I am upset because I see something that is not there’.