The Thought I Woke Up With #14


Before memories there was nothing.

At least there was nothing insofar as this world and ego are concerned. With the birth of ego came the automatic introduction of memories. Ego’s moment of birth became a memory in the very next moment of its existence, then the next and the next and so it went, and so it goes. Nothing changes. Nothing will change. Ego cannot change.

More to the point, ego must never change. It is terrified to the bone, to its very core, of change. The more things change the more things stay the same is one of the most accurate saying ever uttered. If only it were understood.

Memories and its twin, Future, are ego’s lifelines. Without its twin bastard offspring ego wouldn’t survive.

Think about it dear reader. Where do you spend almost all of your time? Mentally speaking, which really is all there is because where you are mentally determines where you are and end up physically.

You are either remembering the past or imagining the future.

Yet the only way to experience peace, love, tranquility and your reality is in the now, in the moment or in the breath. All these expressions mean the same thing.

That’s why ego cannot survive without memories and future. When you are in the now, ego isn’t with you. Ego has been suspended. Ego cannot gain access into the now. The now is your natural state. Now is where the Creator is.

To use an old terminology, when you are in the now you are in heaven. There is no ego in heaven. Heaven is a closed shop. Closed to ego, that is.

Do not underestimate ego. It is an almost perfect system of delusion. Of course it is, YOU created it. By default therefore you created memories also, the future, fears and worries, fleas and elephants. Everything. You. You’re actually perfect.

As you well know memories, generally speaking, fall into two categories; there are the warm and fuzzy, dreamy, romantic ones. The nostalgic remembrance of glorious pasts, spun and twisted thoughts and images made out to be something they never were.

Then there are the awful, painful and ugly ones. The ones that haunt, terrorize and drive people to the brink and sometimes over the edge.

Both these categories are wrong.

In reality memories are nothing but dead things that need to be laid to rest like any dead thing does. That is the key to dealing with memories. As silly as this may sound on the surface it is critical to understand that– memories are not real.

One must not be lulled into the dreamy state by so called nice memories. A dead thing is a dead thing. The so-called nice memories are just as unreal as the so-called bad and evil ones are. All memories come from the same space. Have the same author and power source.

So next time you hear someone singing …

Memory, all alone in the moonlight

I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again


… know that it’s nothing but a cute song, written by a clever songwriter and sung by a talented singer, both of whom made a ton of money because the tune moves the listener to the place ego wants all listeners to go. Fantasy land.

All memories are to be looked on in the same vein, pleasant and unpleasant distractions. Nothing more nothing less.

Until tomorrow,


The Thought I Woke Up With #14

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