Memory, sense of time and of existing (cm8)

To conclude this speech (necessarily approximate and certainly not exhaustive in all its particularities), I wanted to mention two important elements that are closely related to memory: the sense of time and the feeling of existing.

The sense of time it arises from the observation in succession of the events carried out by the lower bodies in the course of life.
That is: the physical body establishes time on the basis of the succession of sensations that he perceives, on the basis of the sequentiality of the emotions that involve him, on the basis of the reasoning they cause in the mental body.
Without memory and recollection this succession would not be perceptible: everything would appear contemporary.

Time (a sensation, extremely subjective, beyond the conventions implemented by the human being when it is embodied with the fictitious division into units of time such as the hour, minutes or seconds) exists in subjectivity precisely thanks to the subjective perception ofIo which holds itself as a fixed point of its reality, to which everything refers.

If it exists, of course, it must have its own function, right brothers? Certainly it has more than one and the one I would like to emphasize in this area is that of give an order to send the Akasic body of the data of the experience in an increasingly broader form, starting from the simple data to arrive at the more complex articulation that still includes the simple data but completes it with additional data that can provide the Akasic with a more complete vision of the experience.

The succession of understandings follows, step by step, the succession of experiences made in subjective reality, and is still functioning and perceived as a series of temporally successive achievements by the Akasic body in building the mosaic of its understanding: it cannot happen, for example, that an individual understands a nuance of understanding before he has understood the basis of understanding.

Memory and the sense of time lead to the feeling of being an entity that traverses reality in a long wandering through life, to the sensation of being «I» who recognize myself over time and who travel through time according to a common thread to which I am always connected and with which I identify.

This gives the ego and the individual awareness of the incarnate man, the feeling of existing. But it is a fallacious and transitory sensation because an imbalance that causes a strong disturbance on a physical, astral or mental level is enough to go through moments in which one no longer recognizes oneself and one has the feeling of not being the same person anymore.

The feeling of existing, the illusion of existing even in the apparent reality and concreteness of the physical world, eventually becomes consciousness of existing when it is confronted with the complex of individuality within the Akasic body, where contact with the higher consciousness of the Absolute makes the certainty that each of us, despite our own ephemeral existence, is immovable It "is" far beyond what can be the illusory individual existence of a Tizio, a Gaius or a Sempronio.

And in this awareness of existing, time is annulled, memory loses importance and the concept that first of all one "is" acquires pre-eminence, in a total and definitive way.

In the course of one of my lifetimes I became interested in magic and esotericism and, on my way along the search for knowledge, I came across an ancient parchment whose origin was unknown.
It said, in a script comparable to that used by the Egyptian priests:

My father, I rode a thousand runaway horses
and from them I found in me the words and sounds that made them docile
and able to follow my wishes,
leading me along the fearful roads of my interiority.

I met hordes of snarling wolves on my way
with bared teeth like barriers placed in my way to stop
my advance towards You
but I was able to reassure them with the light of my smile,
with the strength of my serenity.

I ran into storms that turned the seas upside down,
bringing up what was below
and throwing back into the deepest depths what was on the surface,
and I remained afloat above the surface of the turbulent waters
only thanks to my belief
that I, whatever happened, would never really die.

I braved the hottest fire, the most dazzling lightning,
the most drumming hail
sheltering myself under the will to arrive unscathed in the harbor of my soul.

I went through moments when my body seemed to me
a useless and bulky weight that I would have liked to be able to do without.

I have gone through endless hours in which pride, fears and grudges
they tried to reduce me like a stick at the mercy of the wind,
ready to break piece by piece.

I have lived through times when my thoughts
they seemed to be meant only for the purpose of hurting myself
or, even worse, to hurt others.

Yet, always, something inside of me
he managed to change what I was going through
holding on with all his hope
to the pleasant breath of a spring wind,
or the unembarrassed laughter of a child,
or the encounter with a new, unexpected, wonderful idea.

Finally, my Father, I saw you ...
and everything that I have lived has appeared to me in its greatness,
making me recognize that I undoubtedly needed all this. Andrea

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