Personal Individual Human Memories! Reality or Just a Dream?
Related Movie - Rememory - On Netflix.
Some Advice for Younger People. ... Create Good Memories!
Happy Father's Day.
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! June 21st, 2020 On this Sunday, it is Father’s Day in America, as I write this free online essay. I have had a long week and yet, somehow, my brain, mind, and consciousness have found a topic to write about that I can not get out of my ‘head,’ so I am going to get it out of my ‘head’ now. This topic is a rather abstract mental topic, meaning I am not going to write about the cosmic universe, or God and evil, or the fake racism and black slavery that many human beings are crying about in today’s news. First, a statement about blacks being slaves in America. Just for the record, esp. for the black people who think that they are still slaves and that they are suppressed by the white man, it is not true by any standard of the imagination. Why is it not true? Because there are very successful black human beings all around America, and I know some of them personally. For example, there was a black president only less than four years ago. There are black congressmen and senators. There are black teachers, police officers, nurses, and the list could go on for some time, like there are black military personal, black actors, black artists, black musicians, black CEOs and businessmen and ladies, black porn stars and drug dealers. You see, the last two on that list are not at the level of the previously mentioned list of what black people can do as a human being. But if black people want to be a porn star or a drug dealer, that is their decision; nobody made them do it as slaves. If black or white people disobey the law and they have to deal with the police, that is their decision; nobody made them make wrong decisions after they become adults. I just had to write that statement just in case anyone was wondering what I might be thinking about it, but I am sure that there are billions of human beings all around the globe thinking the same thing when they see signs that state, ‘Blacks are not Slaves.’ No, you are not, so stop thinking you are slaves and that you are suppressed by the white man, who by the way, made America great from the first day they set their feet on the dirt to this day and made life better for everyone including the black people who live in America. The black people who do not like it here can take buy a ticket and go live in Africa where they can learn how great America is for them too. When I visited China for over a month some time ago, I loved America more and more than before. I am not going to write about black memories here, but I am sure that Opah has many good memories making a lot of money in white America, just like a lot of black people make a lot of money in America, but not by being slaves, but by being good people, hard-working people, who have a respect for law and order, and America’s way of life, even if it is not perfect. I am going to write about the topic of personal human memories in general, whether you are white or black or anywhere in between. That is my freedom as an American citizen, just as a black American citizen can write anything truthful thing they want to write about in America. Personal Human Memories! Absolute Reality or Just a Personal Dream. Hum? One night around 3 am, I was mentally relaxing between sleeping and being awake. I was in a mental zone, without drugs you must understand. What you should understand is that California’s sun is so freaking bright and hot during the day that when nighttime arrives, and the brain and human mind, is given a rest from the bright sunlight letting the brain relax from the bombardment of sun rays into the eyes and brain. Anyway, I was in the mental zone where I simply let my mind wander and I listened on a very deep level to anything that might pop into my mind, such as a good metaphysical idea that I have not read in any book that I could remember reading. And just like that, POP, into my mind. Something like, “Are all of your, my, personal human memories real, or part of reality, like on a higher level of existence, or are they just simply your own personal mental dream world within your own brain, mind, and consciousness that can be replayed over and over again until you, or I, are dead?” Which leads to another question, ‘Can your memories be carried over into the afterlife if you have an afterlife?’ I already know that I will have an afterlife, but that is not the topic of this essay. So in the darkness of the night, and coolness on my skin which is still warm from the day’s heat, I expanded that statement of question within my own mind on a very conscious level of mental existence. And I wonder to myself, ‘Hum, my personal individual human memories are my individual human personal memories and they do not belong to one other human being on planet earth or anywhere else for that matter. Even if other people or human beings are located within my individual memories, they have their own memories of any experience we might have shared together in an exact moment of time and place and age, and experience. So then to continue with that train of thought or thinking or pondering, ‘Does it matter what happens to me within my mind forty or fifty or 100 years ago really matter to me today?’ That answer is it depends on how I handle and manage my memories or mental dream bank, whether they are good or bad, funny or sad, hurtful or painful, or a mistake, or even if I changed the world with the words I write today. Another issue is, ‘Do my memories make a difference to anyone else?’ Or, ‘Does anyone else care about my personal memories?’ And if they did care, What difference would it make to me ... or them.” Most of the time, events that have happened to us, in general, can not be erased from the mental memory bank, whether internal subjective individualized personal memories or even eternal objective memories about life that me or you or we might not have even been involved in, like say, true black slavery long ago, (Which by the way, the white man changed all by themselves to make life better for the black people who live in America.” or say the civil war or World War I or II. Or how about how the Romans lived or how the man Jesus might have lived and his impact on the human species, or those people who followed him and wrote stuff down about him that may or may not be true, depending on how you look at that information. In a way, I do not live in another person’s dream, unless they think about me as if I was in a movie inside their minds. After all, even if I am part of their memories of long ago, we both lived life to make other memories that neither of us is aware of, but we could guess at in general. For example, I was once sucker slapped in my face when I was in the sixth grade and there was nothing I could do about it because he was so much bigger than me and he was in a position to sucker slap me in my young face. I carried that memory with me on a subconscious level until I became older and I remembered it and then I began to realize what kind of impact that sucker slap to my face did to my life until I began to remember it and then, and here is the main point, I had to mentally handle that mental movie dream world within my mind and consciousness with all of its rare negative emotions and its logical intellectual rationale and consequences, both mentally within my mind and physically within my life. When I became older, I thought to myself, ‘What was he going through during that moment in his life, or what had he experienced in his life to do such a thing to me. Cause and effect relationships from one human being to another human being, in every human being’s experience. Sometimes we can figure out why things happened to us in the past and sometimes we can not figure out why things happened to us in the past. But we still have to deal with, handle, and overcome good and bad memories because we all have to live in the now of the moment on a physical level and on a mental level too. And maybe, more importantly, we all have to live for the future as well. But was it real or just a dream world? What do I mean by that statement? Well, the experience did happen in a split second of time with another human being, actually, there were other people there, but they do not matter for this point. I think, even though they were part of my memory, there was nothing they could do to stop the sucker slap or help my memory. Ok, back to the point. Like all experiences or many of them that we choose to remember because they are those very big, vivid memories that can not be forgotten too easily, I was sucker slapped, (Which might have been a good lesson for me because I have never been sucker slapped since.) It was an event within the physical boundaries of space-time and age of the two people, one older, one younger, and there was a sensation on my skin, and a bit of a shock to my face and to my mind, and more importantly, a pause. Yes, a pause! At that exact moment after the sucker slap, I paused, and I stared at him and at them. For a few seconds, I took it all into my young, immature mind, never to trust him ever again. Nor did I ever trust him again, with anything. I looked at the anger in his eyes, on his face, in the back of his hand that was still there, lingering in the air, as if to slap me again. Believe it or not, I can still see it all, right now as I am typing these words, clearer and brighter than the sun that is sending its hot rays of stuff to earth. But it is not real now. It is not happening now, except within my mental memory bank. In a very big and real way, it is only a mental dream within my brain’s and mind’s mental memory bank, but that experience is not happening now within my life, only within my mind. And unlike years ago, that is all it is, just a bunch of visual pictures within my mind, nothing more. No more anger, no more hate, no more negative emotions, no more nothing, except the lesson never to be suck punched by anyone ever again. Sometimes I wonder what the man Jesus, or anyone being crucified in those days must have felt when they saw those nails hanging in the air and while they were being targeted for the hands and feet, and when they were pounded into the skin and bones while they screamed out in horror of being tortured by other human beings who might not have had a sense of conscience or a sense of duty to their fellow man, only a sense of duty to their government instead of to poor people. How much pain and suffering did any of them remember their experience in the afterlife if they indeed did have an afterlife? Hum! Maybe none at all. No pain and suffering. Or maybe no afterlife either. But maybe an afterlife and if yes, they sure were happy to leave earth by then. Last night on Netflix, I watched a movie titled, ‘Rememory.’ about a guy who creates a machine that can recall all of the human memories or only certain memories. I think that the whole point of the movie was whether it was a good idea to make such a memory machine and what would happen to the human beings who could and did watch their own memories over and over again. Whenever I mention certain topics like death and dying and the afterlife to older people, they always tell me, ‘Yes, I am always thinking about my death.’ And they also tell me that they are always thinking about their past too like the memory is an automatic machine replaying over and over again the same movie within the brain and mind. I have talked to quite a few military men who have killed in wars and they also have told me that they have their own mental movies from their individual personal memory banks playing over and over again, acts and actions of killing and the death of their brethren during combat. I am always ready to help those in need of mental healing and I do my best with these guys. There was this one Navy Seal, a middle-aged guy, soft talker, who was chatting with me outside a store. He told me how he was walking with his buddy, a black Navy Seal by the way, when he heard a shot and he looked to his left to see his buddies head blown off. So this Navy Seal pointed his rifle at the palm tree where the sniper was hiding and he shot that sniper dead. The sniper fell to the ground. The Navy Seal walked over to the dead body only to discover that it was a 16-year-old boy. This Navy Seal had real sadness in his eyes and he felt guilty for killing a 16-year-old sniper, but he also felt bad for his black Navy Seal buddy too. I simply said, ‘If you had not killed that 16-year-old sniper, you would not be here for your daughters and family.’ He looked relieved that I gave him some good words to relieve him from his guilt, even if his experience might play over and over again from his mental memory bank throughout his life. Every human being has related experiences of memories playing over and over and over again from their personal individual memory banks or some type of memory they want to completely forget, or they would like to relive the good memories over and over again, even if they are living in a completely different time period in a completely new life. But replaying on a physical level can never happen, ever again. That is not the way life works, even if they try to make a memory machine that will enable you to watch your memories over and over again. Maybe memories should be like living life with someone, a loved one, who has died. Life goes on, anyway. But more importantly, on a higher level, if there is a God somehow that exists, do you think it really cares about all of my, or your, or any of the infinite individual personal memories from all of the human memory banks on earth? Really! I do not think so! That is not its job! Or maybe God does remember every moment, every second of your individual personal memory bank. Just Maybe!
Related Movie - Rememory - On Netflix.
Some Advice for Younger People. ... Create Good Memories!
Happy Father's Day.
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! June 21st, 2020 On this Sunday, it is Father’s Day in America, as I write this free online essay. I have had a long week and yet, somehow, my brain, mind, and consciousness have found a topic to write about that I can not get out of my ‘head,’ so I am going to get it out of my ‘head’ now. This topic is a rather abstract mental topic, meaning I am not going to write about the cosmic universe, or God and evil, or the fake racism and black slavery that many human beings are crying about in today’s news. First, a statement about blacks being slaves in America. Just for the record, esp. for the black people who think that they are still slaves and that they are suppressed by the white man, it is not true by any standard of the imagination. Why is it not true? Because there are very successful black human beings all around America, and I know some of them personally. For example, there was a black president only less than four years ago. There are black congressmen and senators. There are black teachers, police officers, nurses, and the list could go on for some time, like there are black military personal, black actors, black artists, black musicians, black CEOs and businessmen and ladies, black porn stars and drug dealers. You see, the last two on that list are not at the level of the previously mentioned list of what black people can do as a human being. But if black people want to be a porn star or a drug dealer, that is their decision; nobody made them do it as slaves. If black or white people disobey the law and they have to deal with the police, that is their decision; nobody made them make wrong decisions after they become adults. I just had to write that statement just in case anyone was wondering what I might be thinking about it, but I am sure that there are billions of human beings all around the globe thinking the same thing when they see signs that state, ‘Blacks are not Slaves.’ No, you are not, so stop thinking you are slaves and that you are suppressed by the white man, who by the way, made America great from the first day they set their feet on the dirt to this day and made life better for everyone including the black people who live in America. The black people who do not like it here can take buy a ticket and go live in Africa where they can learn how great America is for them too. When I visited China for over a month some time ago, I loved America more and more than before. I am not going to write about black memories here, but I am sure that Opah has many good memories making a lot of money in white America, just like a lot of black people make a lot of money in America, but not by being slaves, but by being good people, hard-working people, who have a respect for law and order, and America’s way of life, even if it is not perfect. I am going to write about the topic of personal human memories in general, whether you are white or black or anywhere in between. That is my freedom as an American citizen, just as a black American citizen can write anything truthful thing they want to write about in America. Personal Human Memories! Absolute Reality or Just a Personal Dream. Hum? One night around 3 am, I was mentally relaxing between sleeping and being awake. I was in a mental zone, without drugs you must understand. What you should understand is that California’s sun is so freaking bright and hot during the day that when nighttime arrives, and the brain and human mind, is given a rest from the bright sunlight letting the brain relax from the bombardment of sun rays into the eyes and brain. Anyway, I was in the mental zone where I simply let my mind wander and I listened on a very deep level to anything that might pop into my mind, such as a good metaphysical idea that I have not read in any book that I could remember reading. And just like that, POP, into my mind. Something like, “Are all of your, my, personal human memories real, or part of reality, like on a higher level of existence, or are they just simply your own personal mental dream world within your own brain, mind, and consciousness that can be replayed over and over again until you, or I, are dead?” Which leads to another question, ‘Can your memories be carried over into the afterlife if you have an afterlife?’ I already know that I will have an afterlife, but that is not the topic of this essay. So in the darkness of the night, and coolness on my skin which is still warm from the day’s heat, I expanded that statement of question within my own mind on a very conscious level of mental existence. And I wonder to myself, ‘Hum, my personal individual human memories are my individual human personal memories and they do not belong to one other human being on planet earth or anywhere else for that matter. Even if other people or human beings are located within my individual memories, they have their own memories of any experience we might have shared together in an exact moment of time and place and age, and experience. So then to continue with that train of thought or thinking or pondering, ‘Does it matter what happens to me within my mind forty or fifty or 100 years ago really matter to me today?’ That answer is it depends on how I handle and manage my memories or mental dream bank, whether they are good or bad, funny or sad, hurtful or painful, or a mistake, or even if I changed the world with the words I write today. Another issue is, ‘Do my memories make a difference to anyone else?’ Or, ‘Does anyone else care about my personal memories?’ And if they did care, What difference would it make to me ... or them.” Most of the time, events that have happened to us, in general, can not be erased from the mental memory bank, whether internal subjective individualized personal memories or even eternal objective memories about life that me or you or we might not have even been involved in, like say, true black slavery long ago, (Which by the way, the white man changed all by themselves to make life better for the black people who live in America.” or say the civil war or World War I or II. Or how about how the Romans lived or how the man Jesus might have lived and his impact on the human species, or those people who followed him and wrote stuff down about him that may or may not be true, depending on how you look at that information. In a way, I do not live in another person’s dream, unless they think about me as if I was in a movie inside their minds. After all, even if I am part of their memories of long ago, we both lived life to make other memories that neither of us is aware of, but we could guess at in general. For example, I was once sucker slapped in my face when I was in the sixth grade and there was nothing I could do about it because he was so much bigger than me and he was in a position to sucker slap me in my young face. I carried that memory with me on a subconscious level until I became older and I remembered it and then I began to realize what kind of impact that sucker slap to my face did to my life until I began to remember it and then, and here is the main point, I had to mentally handle that mental movie dream world within my mind and consciousness with all of its rare negative emotions and its logical intellectual rationale and consequences, both mentally within my mind and physically within my life. When I became older, I thought to myself, ‘What was he going through during that moment in his life, or what had he experienced in his life to do such a thing to me. Cause and effect relationships from one human being to another human being, in every human being’s experience. Sometimes we can figure out why things happened to us in the past and sometimes we can not figure out why things happened to us in the past. But we still have to deal with, handle, and overcome good and bad memories because we all have to live in the now of the moment on a physical level and on a mental level too. And maybe, more importantly, we all have to live for the future as well. But was it real or just a dream world? What do I mean by that statement? Well, the experience did happen in a split second of time with another human being, actually, there were other people there, but they do not matter for this point. I think, even though they were part of my memory, there was nothing they could do to stop the sucker slap or help my memory. Ok, back to the point. Like all experiences or many of them that we choose to remember because they are those very big, vivid memories that can not be forgotten too easily, I was sucker slapped, (Which might have been a good lesson for me because I have never been sucker slapped since.) It was an event within the physical boundaries of space-time and age of the two people, one older, one younger, and there was a sensation on my skin, and a bit of a shock to my face and to my mind, and more importantly, a pause. Yes, a pause! At that exact moment after the sucker slap, I paused, and I stared at him and at them. For a few seconds, I took it all into my young, immature mind, never to trust him ever again. Nor did I ever trust him again, with anything. I looked at the anger in his eyes, on his face, in the back of his hand that was still there, lingering in the air, as if to slap me again. Believe it or not, I can still see it all, right now as I am typing these words, clearer and brighter than the sun that is sending its hot rays of stuff to earth. But it is not real now. It is not happening now, except within my mental memory bank. In a very big and real way, it is only a mental dream within my brain’s and mind’s mental memory bank, but that experience is not happening now within my life, only within my mind. And unlike years ago, that is all it is, just a bunch of visual pictures within my mind, nothing more. No more anger, no more hate, no more negative emotions, no more nothing, except the lesson never to be suck punched by anyone ever again. Sometimes I wonder what the man Jesus, or anyone being crucified in those days must have felt when they saw those nails hanging in the air and while they were being targeted for the hands and feet, and when they were pounded into the skin and bones while they screamed out in horror of being tortured by other human beings who might not have had a sense of conscience or a sense of duty to their fellow man, only a sense of duty to their government instead of to poor people. How much pain and suffering did any of them remember their experience in the afterlife if they indeed did have an afterlife? Hum! Maybe none at all. No pain and suffering. Or maybe no afterlife either. But maybe an afterlife and if yes, they sure were happy to leave earth by then. Last night on Netflix, I watched a movie titled, ‘Rememory.’ about a guy who creates a machine that can recall all of the human memories or only certain memories. I think that the whole point of the movie was whether it was a good idea to make such a memory machine and what would happen to the human beings who could and did watch their own memories over and over again. Whenever I mention certain topics like death and dying and the afterlife to older people, they always tell me, ‘Yes, I am always thinking about my death.’ And they also tell me that they are always thinking about their past too like the memory is an automatic machine replaying over and over again the same movie within the brain and mind. I have talked to quite a few military men who have killed in wars and they also have told me that they have their own mental movies from their individual personal memory banks playing over and over again, acts and actions of killing and the death of their brethren during combat. I am always ready to help those in need of mental healing and I do my best with these guys. There was this one Navy Seal, a middle-aged guy, soft talker, who was chatting with me outside a store. He told me how he was walking with his buddy, a black Navy Seal by the way, when he heard a shot and he looked to his left to see his buddies head blown off. So this Navy Seal pointed his rifle at the palm tree where the sniper was hiding and he shot that sniper dead. The sniper fell to the ground. The Navy Seal walked over to the dead body only to discover that it was a 16-year-old boy. This Navy Seal had real sadness in his eyes and he felt guilty for killing a 16-year-old sniper, but he also felt bad for his black Navy Seal buddy too. I simply said, ‘If you had not killed that 16-year-old sniper, you would not be here for your daughters and family.’ He looked relieved that I gave him some good words to relieve him from his guilt, even if his experience might play over and over again from his mental memory bank throughout his life. Every human being has related experiences of memories playing over and over and over again from their personal individual memory banks or some type of memory they want to completely forget, or they would like to relive the good memories over and over again, even if they are living in a completely different time period in a completely new life. But replaying on a physical level can never happen, ever again. That is not the way life works, even if they try to make a memory machine that will enable you to watch your memories over and over again. Maybe memories should be like living life with someone, a loved one, who has died. Life goes on, anyway. But more importantly, on a higher level, if there is a God somehow that exists, do you think it really cares about all of my, or your, or any of the infinite individual personal memories from all of the human memory banks on earth? Really! I do not think so! That is not its job! Or maybe God does remember every moment, every second of your individual personal memory bank. Just Maybe!
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