Seed Memories
September 19, 2009
I am 57 years old – or so my history would tell me from linear memory, from birth certificate, and from parentage. But I remember different. I have other memories of far-off places, traces of other lifetimes, and a greater knowing of myself that I’m getting more and more able to claim.
Seed memories I call them. Moments around which other memories are formed, legends are made, and stories born from our picture of what is true and what we claim is true.
We invent and create our histories, so that we might become the fullness of ourselves, testing the mettle of our choices. Until the time comes when we are firm and mature, able to stand in the winds of change, and able to share what we have grown.
My seed memories have allowed me to grow because they have a strong basis in my consciousness. Through them I am able to change my knowing of myself and be an amazing being, doing things that would otherwise be impossible to imagine.
I recollect one such memory – of being brought to consciousness in this current life. I recollect that it was important for me to remember what I was capable of achieving. That I stay awake and not fall asleep to dream an unconscious life. The spur – to stay awake and be conscious – was in knowing that I had been called, knowing that I had purpose and work to do, knowing that it was imperative to do the work that I was brought here for.
The guidance I had was simple and clear – you are created from the limitlessness and can become whoever you need to be, and can create in whatever way what the fullness of life desires to be made. For the memory and the form would find itself, and new life could be given from a seed, an immortal seed, that promises to unlock all possibilities of greatness in us.
This is the time of greatness. A time in which we are revealed. That nothing is held back, that we give of the fullness of ourselves, to help one another shape a world that is fully conscious and no longer resting in its own dreams.
So what are your seed memories, I ask?
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When I read these words, a deepest resonance echoed out, aching and yearning and calling to be heard, seen, witnessed in all its glory. A yearning to unfold coming at me from a many multitudes of seed memories lying now un-dormant within. What a gorgeous experience. Thank-you Santari…