Embodying Memories

Are our physical realities just memory archives that we carry around places?

Are they storing all that information we once ingested?

Is the reaction to that ingestion what we call life?

Its arising sensations are what we consider to be alive?

Where ever it happens inside our head or the tip of our toes. However connected wired we are. Are we there to experience that memories as a loop or as a conscious stream? Is that a conscious decision?

Are we so strongly holding on to the way how we look or who we are as we want to remember live in the past or we so strongly push ourselves over limits to be someone in the future, to change the memories?

Where are the memories stored then?

When do they arise where do they go once we interacted with them in our thoughts?

What show the stories we tell others about us create inside of us?

Are we truly living by that reality?

Is it a loop or a conscious stream?

Are we beings or pretendings?

What stories does your archive hold?

Are there words, movements or just noise?

What is there coming up when you sink into your memory archive?

You are a memory vessel to the creator of all.

Lie to me and i see truth.

Hide from me and i feel you.

Your time is here to be you.

Allow yourself to see it too.

Allow yourself to see your truth.

Allow yourself to feel your truth.

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