Questions, Memory in Life's Journey

You lead me through so many pastures and before I knew it, I'm in contemporary times, travelling like lightning towards the exit into the realm of  yet another mysterious home calling.What is this process, the crossing over from the physical to the spiritual,  this passing  into rebirth into a new body and into a different identity, and into another time?

 What is this  purpose, the recasting headlong into yet another lifetime journey, the recycle? Is this a necessary serial to the  original, a re-walk to perfect the unsteady steps of the vagabond, who understood so little and had passed this way without sight and vision before?

What is this return, is it  a retracing of steps, to relive and carry out the learnings of  a previously  failed or mediocre attempt?  Is it because purpose had been previously waylaid, unfulfilled  and the  cosmic laws calls for a re-entry to polish up and achieve to measurements? Some religious beliefs have it that souls return, are reborn to new existence- some come in, on a perfectly clean slate, completely free of memory, yet others are left with snatches of the previous past, fragmentations, which flashes and provokes,  the familiarity of times and places past, which may mould the steps and colour the scenes of their new existence. Is this the way of the earthly realm? What is this strange memory, that draws one back to the past, the reconnection...the strange yet profound feeling, I have been through this way before...I know him, I know her...The echo of conversations that came flooding back  as one stood on  the hill top, on a bridge?? What is it that makes one a millionaire and another a pauper? The karma of a past in another time? What is it that draws or repels one to another? How do you explain the child genius and the like, if not for those 'acquired' knowledge of another time?

Memory, it is a energy charged preservation storehouse of vivid and significant images and captions. It is a treasure chest of the 'before', leading to the'forward'.  It is the past, that part of our history, filled with our lived before experiences and  knowledge, and they lie waiting,  in readiness to relive again in  the present (something) and bring more significance to' would be' events. It is like,a  triggering of a specific past that is related to a present 'something' and poh! you see something so clearly. Amazing!  Philosophers and researchers, scientists, believe that babies have extra-ordinary senses. At one time, people defined it as having extra sensory powers, a sharper intuition and that  may be linked to past experiences. I interpret it to mean, knowledge acquired  from another time. When I reflected and travel  back a little to when I was a little girl, I discovered that the younger years were wonderfully imaginative and creative years. I could spin stories off a blank wall and coax  a spring out of the desert-the magic of language and expressions...but  of course, I never realised the value and significance of those skills  the treasure it contains, until now when the evening sun starts to set. (I took it for granted) Needless to say,  I gradually lost those amazing skills, without recognising its significance  as  I plunged into puberty, adulthood and the noise of the world shut out those 'knowledge filled memories and skills'. The love of the English language too was like something so natural...it was like a continuity of something  which was always a part of me, necessary like the skin which covers  my physical frame.

The surface and the beneath logic

In every situation, there is a story. Under every surface,  mysteries exists; there are many layers to be uncovered, discovered and explored. As I reflect, I begin to see connection in just about everything. The earth, the universal...The very ground that we stood on, the very framework of our physical being. There are so many angles to the physical- chameleon embedded. Each time you wear something different, your image changes. When you are in a different environment, your outlook and behaviour changes. What you do,  captures an ever evolving side of you. Your routine, your habits  tells a visual story of you.

That is all in the surface, the visual picture of you, but within the recognisable human frame, there is also the hidden part of you, the unique you. Nobody know who you really are, until and unless, they dig a little deeper into you. Even then, the inner mysteries cannot be fully encoded. Do you really know, for sure,  what actually goes on in the mind of another? Can you feel their actual pain, their sorrows , their happiness and their joys? You say, you could. Isn't that being conceited and rather cocky? Could you really? Isn't it more empathy, the feelings and the sharing of the emotions and not the real stab of pain and the wonderment of the joy? Can you read the mind of another person?

Ok, let's not get too academic and wordy about this. Let me try to  give you an illustration. The other day, I was in this government hospital and there was this lovely PHD student trying to gather information from the patients waiting at the outpatients. She was conducting a medical survey for her PHD and her document contains at least six pages of front and back  questionnaires. I'm never one for surveys, even the ones with a reward attached. However, her 'please help me appeal', caught the sympathetic side and I took one set and started the task. A couple of pages down, it became a chore and it got distasteful. Too many irrelevant personal information. Few would want to disclose those information to a complete stranger, survey or no survey. The total put off  was the name, particulars and the ID of the respondents . The , 'oh shucks' thoughts were running through my mind, but the polite smile stayed fixed. The visual side of me appeared accommodating and calm enough but the  mind , rebels and abhors, well just a little.:)

You cry at funerals, sharing in the grieve of a friend who had lost her husband. You said, you 'grieve' with your friend. But then, you get to get out of the grieving situation (which is not yours in the first place) , detached and go home  to do your own thing. You probably slept peacefully that night. . Your friend remains attached to the grieve, cut up and in pain. The lost is hers, you cannot  feel her pain and loss, no, not in the way that she does.How could you? Each tear she sheds came from her inside, the within.Yours is only  on the surface, more on sympathetic plain.  .

A teacher, groggy and edgy from  the flu virus and in her flu stricken state, thought  her students were not responsive enough, (the background story and  circumstance  of the situation)  when in actual fact, they were great. She lost her patience. The students responded by  retreating into their shell, unsure what to make of the situation, but still they remain respectful . BUT, it  doesn't mean everything is running smoothly beneath.. I remember such a situation when I was a student. My mind played out  a number of vicious attacks, no words came from me, but, sir, my thoughts were pretty  angry and rebellious  "you old dragon " was one, "you big bully' was another, "wait till I'm older and I'll karate you, the chop, the hair pulling and what nots. Pretty creative I must say.The surface appearance differs from the actual  inner thoughts.  You see?

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Get disconnected to stay connected

Get disconnected to stay connected with your loved ones and friends people! There is nothing more beautiful than a wonderful  warm relationship, person to person connectivity and close  interaction. The magic and wonders of touch, and the feel of the emotions. The understanding that flows to create the harmony and the joy of co-existence. We are a human race born of the flesh and the blood, a very engaging mass of emotions, embedded with the ability to feel pain and joy, the building of relationship. There is  living spirit in the physical human frame which grows with time, and it thrives on the  intermingling on a very REAL basis of see and identify- the touch, the feelings, the togetherness of the relationship to create family, society and community living.We are not machines but humans with unique human needs. We are constantly reaching out and that seeking must be reciprocated in a real acceptance and on a real platform, not in a world of machines.. .


Look around you, remember the beauty and the joy of sitting down as one happy family? Those were the happy days huh?. No machines to compete with family togetherness. You get attention.You feel the love and the cherishment and children grow up so secured!.

Remember? A gathering of friends, you get  the pure joy of down to earth mingling and building up of relationships and rapport-friendship strengthening and understanding enhanced. We share stories, we share experiences. What wonderful times and we build life long friendships!! Out on a date-the boy, girl has each other's individual attention, closeness, a wonderful loving journey of  getting to know each other better and fall more in love, ready for the lifelong commitment....The child, parent relationship..there is so much nurturing and   the building of  values and bonds...BUT today....

Look around you...what a  beautiful world! Full of people and yet what a LONELY world  each human being engrossed in their toys . Each -detached and disconnected from one another , their mind and attention conquered and seduced  by the world  of smart  phones and tablets-, their fingers forever text-ing , their gazed locked  on their electronic gadgets. Not to mention, even the ears were fully given to their mobiles. They don't listen to you anymore. It's their machines they listen to. Machines have taken over. Humans are  now slaves to their machines. They don't know how to make real friends anymore. The beautiful playground where our children used to play are now silent and forlorn. They now seek the virtual playgrounds where couch potatoes' entertainment  and activities abounds. Look at the effects-we get obese  and unhealthy children, who  hates to move their limbs, save except for their fingers and the constant shifting  of their eyes. Virtual friends have taken over the bonds of real friendship. We have all become detached and become citizens of  the Cyber-the artificial and the illusionary world. Once offline, you will realise just how alone you are!!

Parents are giving their young children presents of Ipads, Tablets and smartphones. Let them entertain themselves. It has become such a modern day culture. Strangely, they later on question, why children no longer bond with them!

Humans do not know how to interact anymore. They no longer know how to express in human language but have become experts in the mechanism of the robotic language therefore they retreated more and more into the emotionless world of the virtual.

 So do we want to become a world of robots, the mechanical and the virtual? Do humans want to lose their complete  identities? Isn't it time, humans start to disconnect from their machines and get reconnected to the flesh and the blood- the warm touch and feelings, the relationship, and the bonds which are the natural identities  of humans?  People, you have a choice-make a vital change . Be your own master . Control usage of your machines, know when  to put it down, or become its slave, allowing it to control your mind and your soul.

Start the re-education, beginning with  self and then the people in your lives! Disconnect from the machines to stay connected with the Real world. Believe me,  the meaning of life will become clearer and the values we hold dear in our lives will live again.