Reflections: On Early Memories & Intuition…
“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
Reflections: On Early Memories & Intuition... Observing the Red Door
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
Reflections: On Early Memories & Intuition... our memory - a doorway to intuition
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
Reflections: On Early Memories & Intuition... Door like windows open new vistas for us
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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Until Next Time…
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Elizabeth Obih-Frank
Mirth and Motivation
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Good morning!
My earliest memories are peacocks spreading their tails and a mud-green motorbike by which I was so impressed that I kept repeating the word. I was about two years old.
Now that is interesting… I do love peacocks though they hardly ever spread their tails when I want them to… 🙂
Do you remember where you saw your first peacock? TY!
They were in a compound that was part of a monastery in Germany. We passed them on our way to church – I’d have much preferred to “wait” outside, of course 😉
Wow – that is so eerie! Did you ever get to speak to that family again?
Isn’t it? And what is amazing is that I still have a vivid picture of that day, and that home… and the red door. No, I didn’t because I never saw them again and within a year we moved to another area. I told my mother and she smiled knowingly… TY! I see you have a new avatar/picture Cute! 🙂
I’m curious to hear more about your connection to the family.
A friend of mine and I were talking about intuition and dreams today. I don’t know what my earliest memory is, will have to ponder that more.
Interesting story about the house with the red door and why the woman thought you reminded her of her niece, Elisabet.
Welcome back! Hope you had joyful time… Other than the information i shared, I have no other information on that family or even a connection I might have had to them. They were not close neighbors or even friends of my family. I was about 5 years old, and was struck that I knew where the lived and felt I knew them even though I’d NEVER seen them in my life before or even after. I remember the exchange and it has stayed with me but there isn’t more information… Regression therapy can help dig deep but I am not particularly concerned about knowing more on it; at least for now. 🙂
My earliest memory was before mom died she was 33 I was 5. I was laying on a blanket outside in the yard, she was sunbathing, and reading.
So sorry about your mom… It is so sweet that your memory captured a picture of her from when you were five and it has stayed with you… Isn’t that remarkable? 🙂
I had a similar experience with a door, but as an adult.
I was walking along the street in a business district. I found myself stopping and looking through a glass door and up the staircase. Then I said to myself, and to my surprise “I’m going to work there one day”. I didn’t even know what they did there.
Two years later, that place advertised a job that was perfect for me. I applied and ended up working there for eight years. It was a foster care agency. The best job I have ever had, and the reason I pursued a masters degree in child & adolescent mental health.
Very interesting post. Thanks Eliz.
thanks for sharing your red door memories… the red door there: for you;
the green door: my mother showed me that museum door – after I’ve searched her for forty years: she put me after birth into an orphanage. I had to dig deep in my soul to find all those footprints, which led me at the end to my mother. one memory: the ringing of the mugs with milk in the orphanage, carried on a little chariot …
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!!
I am so thankful for my “woman’s intuition” this has always been a spectacular gift for me- to help guide me in many decisions, as usually my “gut feelings” are usually right on target !!
I can’t recall any dreams that came true but I have often sensed something was going to happen. I remember this past fall I woke feeling almost nauseous with a heavy sense of dread. Within a week several very unpleasant things transpired. We got through it all and everything is fine now, but I will always remember that ominous feeling. Hope I never have it again!
Hope Solo
Awesome, Elisabet! 😉
When we know what we cannot know . . . we know we’ve seen a glimpse beyound the red door.
That is a bit spooky but it helps remind us that we live in a mystical world and that our memories hold histories deeper than we can imagine. With it our intuition joins forces to protect and educate us.
Great post!
B
I really hope I remember to answer these questions after my little one’s tucked in for the night! For now, I must protect him from the fire truck he loathes and yet can’t stand to stop “provoking.” :p
I’m afraid my earliest memory is not a very pleasant one in the end, although I do recall the spirit of play that led to my first memorable encounter with the local emergency room at the hospital. I was 2 years old at the time, and my mother used to marvel that I remembered the event with such incredible detail.
Wonderful post about memories and intuition. 🙂
P.S.:
congratulations, USA won vs. Brazil.
my new hero: the US-keeper with the nice name: HOPE
My earliest memory is only kindergarten . . . and it wasn’t a pleasant one.