“It is only through your conscious mind that you can reach the subconscious. Your conscious mind is the porter at the door, the watchman at the gate. It is to the conscious mind that the subconscious looks for all its impressions.” Robert Collier
One of my earliest childhood memories has stayed with me over the years because it had a profound effect on my understanding of memory and intuition. It occurred when I was taking a walk with my Aunt Comfort in our neighborhood; a residential area with some attached and free standing, single family homes. About one and a half blocks up the street was a huge playground attached to a church and then some more homes. The homes across the way from the church were mostly single family homes, with colorful doors. Somehow, I was always drawn to the Georgian Colonial style house with the red door. Whenever we took our walk, I would ask to walk by the house with the red door and then linger a while… It seemed familiar to me as if I had been inside it before.
“Every wall is a door.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
One night, I dreamt about the home with the red door and found myself entering it. I knew where I was going and all the rooms in the home were brightly lit, decorated in soft hued English chintz, and familiar to me. It was mine and the people inside were my family; but they were from a time long before I was born… I thought it odd. The next time we took our walk, I told my Aunt I knew the people who lived there… long ago. She laughed. We continued on our leisurely walk and as we turned the corner, a family walked towards us and out of the blues, I told my Aunt that they were the current owners of ‘my long ago’ home. I had never seen these people before; not even in my dream.
She smirked, but then the family approached us, a mom with three children accompanied by a grandmother, and, smiling warmly, said hello. We exchanged greetings and the mother said I reminded her of her sister’s child… long ago, back in the old country; somewhere in Europe I’d never heard of. But somehow intuitively, it seemed familiar and I felt a connection. Her sister’s daughter was named Elisabet…. there is more. Have you had a similar experience? Continued below…
“Intuition is a combination of historical (empirical) data, deep and heightened observation, and an ability to cut through the thickness of surface reality. Intuition is like a slow motion machine that captures data instantaneously and hits you like a ton of bricks. Intuition is a knowing, a sensing that is beyond the conscious understanding — a gut feeling. Intuition is not pseudo-science.” Abella Arthur
My Aunt Comfort, being a woman of great propriety, didn’t want to ask where they lived and so, after a brief chat, we said our goodbyes and continued our walk. I had long forgotten about proving my claim to my Aunt and then on our way home as we crossed the street to head back to our house, we caught a glimpse of the same family. “Ah, now lets see which home they enter!” Aunt Comfort exclaimed.
So, we stood across the street and watched the family trudging along, past the playground, past the church and now near the homes with colorful doors … and, Yes, they walked to the red door and entered that home. How did I know it was their home? What was the connection? Till this day, I still have dreams of the house with the red door… and sometimes I visit and stay a while; leaving happy and refreshed. What about you? What are your thoughts? What early memories have stayed with you? Do you find a connection there to your intuition? Do share! Thank you.
This post was inspired by a prompt from WP Daily Post: Write about your earliest memory, or the strongest early memory that comes to mind.
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