Memories of Life's Fires

Dementia does not run in my family, but the condition is not solely genetic, therefore I've harvested an important memory here, when I am not too desperate or frantic.

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Where do I start? At birth is a good a place as any. Photos help memory, but I do not have many. So I'm left with some souvenirs, from my early formative years. I recall at age three, sitting upon my Grandpa Dedo's knee. He was ill, in bed, and soon to pass from Earth. I was quite sure he would appear in another birth. He passed. I remember laughing, thinking of his new start. I was only three, confident in what I believed deep within my innocent heart.

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My youth knew the warm caress of love and joy, a full belly, warm baths and a glockenspiel toy. Yet memories of grief are more easily within reach. I've heard say pain is a good way to teach. However, I prefer how positive reinforcement works. It guides, whereas the pain option, often produces jerks.

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Of my flashing memories, many seem like fantasies. Some have disappeared in deep, dark graves, yet can spontaneouly return in intuitive waves. There is a special way of not thinking that reconfigures time without blinking. I control my breath to keep the faith. I accept messages that are offered by many a wraith.

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I become the Daruma doll, weighted so that when it is toppled over, it bounces back again. It shows the Chan, Dhana and Zen ways of being whole. One blank eye is drawn open when forming a goal. The other is drawn at completion, when the future is realized without depletion.

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Experiences of knowing the time of a death, long before a person has had their last breath, and visions of when a babe will be born, or ominous threats and dangers that warn, are part of what has occurred. They help me take a calculated risk, and sometimes feel self- assured.

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Intuition is honed, not learned, as life's fires are slowly burned. Bits and pieces, from the lessons of old, influence how a dream will unfold. Still, when a dream does come true, it appears that nature assembles random fragments with glue.

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The end of life's destination is not a choice, yet cultivating memories are a way to rejoice. Noticing memories through fractured time is a human ability, that helps to mold past and future actions with agility. However, being present, and accepting what might be, provides options of how to shape destiny.

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Transparent images of what will come to pass, reveal a path that cannot be broken like glass. Clairvoyant premonitions demonstrate time supercedes linear conditions. Memories of experiences and visions can offer succour, by shaping how to react, in the future.

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