#deep memories

[lonelyangel25]

[footsteps-of-the-furies]

Reincarnation

I don't believe in it. Of course not. Obviously not. No way. I am too rational for it. There is no scientific proof of it, and it cannot be any proof of it by design. It is only a spiritual, or worse — religious matter. And frivolous matter at that. So there is no room in my mind for any exception — it doesn't exist. Very clearly and irrefutably and completely.

But…

Since it is proven that every newborn has an ingrained capability to learn something so complex as a language that is carried and created by genes, and there is an ingrained understating of symbols of societal and spiritual matters easily recalled by every person who ever lived again carried by some yet wholly understood flow of shared consciousness then —

Is it beyond the realm of possibility that we can have deep-seated memories and recollections of times passed? Of times and places and people of which we couldn't have built any stores of memories in our current conscious lives?

There are places in a particular time I recall often, with alarming clarity and knowledge and embedding into the encompassing wholeness of an experience. Time is the late part of the XIX century, and possibly just a sliver of the beginning of the XX century — there is nothing there to indicate the common mass sleepwalking into the madness of the First World War (and everything that followed), so that time ends before 1905. And the places are widespread provincial towns in Austro-Hungarian Empire — from Moravia to Bohemia to Transylvania to Transdanubia to Bukovina to Galicia and Londomeria. Only towns — there is no indication of the grandeur of Vienna and Budapest and Pressburg and Lviv. Only small and boring and steeped in the sameness of vistas and thoughts and backwater lives of its inhabitants — towns. It would have to be a semi-important official to travel to those various areas, seeing those towns. Or maybe a train driver or a conductor, who would have this vast visual geographical knowledge. So there is that. It is possible — especially since it is tied to a geographical place in the past time. And two years ago, walking in Przeworsk where I was for the first time — I knew the layout of the market square and buildings there before I saw it. The same last year — walking in Eger I knew the way in the maze of streets to get to a place that was just a townhouse without any historical significance, but where I had to go and had shivers running down my spine as I saw the front facade…

[rantsandeepthoughts]

Past memories coming back to surface.

Back when it was 80% or more, me alone doing all the laundry. I remember how, when the washed laundry has been left in a pile (usually on the sofa), and i hadn’t gotten about folding all of it. My mum, or she would instruct my sisters, to dump the whole pile on my bed.

[sinmusica]

Deep Memories por Cuish publicado en el álbum Deep Memories. Puedes escuchar más música en Top 100 Global de Apple Music.

[oberint-dum-metuant]

Remember Me

“Remember Me” - I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.] 

This was never a position he had wanted to find himself in - face to face once more with Gwenog Jones. There was too much confusion, too much hurt, and too much anger between them for either of them to leave without scars. Even seeing her after all these years was like a punch straight to the stomach. She was still every bit as beautiful as he remembered. “Gwen.” His voice caught in his throat, low as though he feared someone would overhear. But it was just them, just the odd pair standing under the bright street light. “I’m sorry. Who are you?” She asked, her face showing the confusion that she so obviously felt. The girl woman even cautiously smiled at him as though he were truly a stranger she had run into on the street. Another sucker punch to the gut. Her truly not knowing who he was hurt more than anything he could have dreamed up. “Gwen. It’s - it’s me, Amycus. Amy.” His lip twitched slightly in disgust at the old nickname she had constantly used to irk him when they were students. How the time had flown. He could see the look on her face clear in his mind, a flashback of years gone by.No one had none their secret. No one had known about his dirty little secret. They’d been lovers. He, Amycus Carrow, had actually bedded half-blood Quidditch star. Several times…and it had been bloody fantastic. He even, Dark Lord help him, had feelings for her. The thought still made his insides churn. She’d made him weak, took away his attention from more important matters. Things had to end or he’d have gone mad. Sixteen was far too young to settle down anyhow, too young for his loyalties to be tested in such a manner. Still - how could she forget him?! She held a grudge like no other. “From Hogwarts, Gwen. Remember potions in fourth year? We - we got assigned to be bloody partners and thought we would kill each other.” It hurt to remember. Amycus had worked so hard to block the memories from his mind, done everything but pulled them out of himself. “And then that night by the big tree. We skinny dipped in the Black Lake and then…” he didn’t want to say it, and instead inhaled deeply and scratched the back of his head. “We were so drunk. Too much firewhiskey.” A nervous chuckle escaped - it really had been such a good night.He thought he saw something moving in her eyes behind the confusion. Maybe he was reaching her, beyond whatever had gotten her into such a state. “Don’t you remember, Jones? How often we’d sneak off into empty classrooms and snog. Or - or sometimes we’d even just talk.” The memories were killing him in a way no curse could. “Over the holidays we wrote letters to one another. Secret letters. Remember, Jones. Remember me.” The hurt could now be seen in his eyes, the magnitude of how desperate he clearly was and how deep his emotions truly ran beneath his facade. Even anger would have been preferrable to this.“Gwen. Please.”

[maake-noise-blog]

October to February always holds so many memories

[kaze-wa-fuiteiru]

O mundo é tão grande, por que nos encontramos? Poderia ter sido uma chance? Poderia ter sido o destino? Você existe, no fundo da minha mente, nos meus sonhos, no meu coração e na minha música.

You Exist in my song

[leoncio-harmr]

Deep memories - Leoncio Harmr