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One of our friends asks

how does memory of this lifetime change once you're out of the body and in the TSP? is it more vivd/less vivid? do things we tend to remember while in the body change once we're out? does one remember more details? for me now the most vivid things are in details- like an object or a smell\taste can trigger memories- how does it happen with a soul?
Mona Caron SF Muralist

Remembering from the Timeless, Spaceless Place

9/24/2013

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Memory of this or any lifetime is different mainly in terms of perspective. We can recall or relive any part in as much or as little detail as we want to. But we see everything in a much larger context. So nothing is as big a deal as we think it is when we are living it. I sort of see my lives as swirls of colors.  When something bad happened or someone said or did something that hurt me or killed me I see those as dark colors, sometimes purple or gray or indigo only a pahzillion variations of the colors you know.

And I see those mixed in with all the bright moments and the sad and bittersweet moments until I see that the colors form a huge masterpiece of a painting.

In my life as Ben I could have a perfectly good day.  Maybe a good day's work, great concert or an enjoyable evening with friends and I might let it be ruined by one thing one person said about something that wasn't even important. 


Those critical comments have a color and the way I reacted has a color and they are swirled in with all the other colors. It's like an elaborate painting of the river and the clouds and the trees and the sky at sunset and everything above reflected in the river below in a million million variations. And all those little icky moments or huge awful moments would bring their special colors and add contrast and harmony to the mix.

One of the most amazing things is how you can see that an experience in one life that seems completely different from an experience in another life can have similar colors even though the "facts" and circumstances are not alike at all.  So you might see this streak of gray or blue or pink or yellow drifting through your painting, lighter here, darker there, combining with these colors here, those colors there, adding to the infinite variety of vibrations you are able to experience. 

Events that we think of as being related Karmically can be seen as being painted of related colors.  One of the things that is really cool is to see how a color such as grey might start out in one life very dark and then as it is picked up in other lives it might become lighter and it might be blended with other colors or transformed in various ways.

You might have groups of colors that seem to clash with each other but each of the colors might transmute slightly from one life to another or even within a lifetime until you go from a red and a green and a purple that look icky together until you have a red and a green and purple that harmonize with each other.

I was an artist in my "Ben"  life and I often had visions of amazing and beautiful things but nothing to compare with what I saw when I stepped outside of 3D.

xo Ben 






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    I'm "Ben" a regular old dead guy.  I love to tell people what it's like to be in the Timeless Spaceless Place which isn't a place at all.  I borrowed that picture of Mona Caron painting a mural to demonstrate my point about how I see things.  I hope she or SFgate don't mind. 
     

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