This discussion of image/feeling/thought makes me wonder about a relatively new thing I experience regularly. A specific image/feeling pops up when I do a particular mundane task unrelated to it. Ex.: Nearly every time I do anything in the kitchen on a Sunday evening I'm "transported" momentarily to one of two markets I'd usually stop at on the way home from work in LA on most Sunday evenings. The images are vivid and pleasant and the feeling is nostalgic longing. I can dwell for a minute but lingering makes me sad.
There's a couple of others occasionally, different images prompted by different time, place, activity, but none as persistent and consistent as this one. It seems so absurd, but I wonder if anyone else ever experiences this.
@warped That’s wild. I wonder if there is something in your moment in time that is so tightly connected to that time and place in the past: the color of the sky or a color in your kitchen, or something tactile…maybe something so small or seemingly insignificant that your subconscious identifies. Or maybe the spirit of the time and place really exists with you.
There have been times where I have been driving and suddenly feel like I don’t know where I am…meaning, this could be in Ohio or New York State or Connecticut because the road and the drive felt the same. It was more than the roads just looking like any other road; it was also a feeling that it could have been 1993 or 1987 or 2004. It sounds scarier than it is, lol. I wasn’t having amnesia or lost. Just a feeling.
Wow, that's wild! I've never had that happen, but I used to get an image, whenever driving through a particular intersection, of a young man with long blond hair. No one familiar, no idea why.
Mine is mostly a Sunday evening thing, any kitchen activity prompts it. Nostalgia for LA, but also for other Sunday evening traditions sometimes. One of the images that flash by is of a fascinating Hasidic couple I observed -- the jolly Burl Ives-ish husband and his wife who could've stepped out of a Renaissance painting. Face like Laura Linney with long auburn hair partly covered by a loose burgundy scarf, part of her layered outfit of wool and silk in shades of garnet, caramel, and rust. They seemed like the happiest couple I've ever seen, in a bubble enjoying the mundane.
A song I never heard until two years ago, Cusco's "Pisces," and the picture accompanying it on YouTube, instantly transports me back to the mid-80s, in the car with my husband on a cold winter day near dusk, arriving at a rather depressing, very ordinary house on a real estate listing appointment. The video's icy illustration correlates with the winter chill, but beyond that...? My weird brain!
@warped Those are beautiful memories. And I think you may be right about routines and their connection to memories.
I’ve never heard of Cusco but I see the image on the YouTube video. The tinking 🎶 sounds like the icy images in the picture.
I first heard it as one of the bumper music selections on Coast to Coast AM, was so taken by it that I had to find it. When it slides into the deeper violin part is when it gets me. There's another used on C2C that sounds African to me but is actually Native American, also by Cusco I think.
@warped Oh I have some deep connections to bumper music on C2C, one song in particular. It was an episode on NDE and I was driving in a snowstorm along with some other things happening at the time. Psychedelic Furs, Heaven
Even to this day! They really nail it with the bumper music.
Omg, in the Heaven video they're singing and dancing in very cold rain, I can see their breath. A wet blizzard!
@warped I was listening to NDE, wondering wtf I was doing in the snowstorm, in the dark, and should I turn back but the song came on and I wanted to cry it was so moving, everything that was happening
Smells trigger memories more than the other senses. Perhaps the smell of something in the kitchen is causing these memories or out of place and time feelings.
I certainly do get images triggered by scents -- Italian spices bring back my grandmother's kitchen, the smell of a nutritional supplement takes me to the bakery where we'd stop for cinnamon rolls, etc. But there's no particular smell in my tiny kitchen, and the scenes "appear" whether I'm emptying coffee grounds, peeling an orange, or washing dishes!
@sue-ellen oh definitely smells.
Something like an old clothes smell, worn clothes (not filthy), remind me of childhood and adults…like their winter coats in the closet and coming in from other places.
Always. All the time. Truth be honest, I don't know how would I survive without my inner dialogue. Even in my dreams, sometimes when it's lucid, I have it.
@dori Lucid dreams or sleep paralysis. I’m always going over the scenario and talking to myself but sometimes others, too.
My inner dialogue is mostly scenes, images and feelings with a few words here and there. I only get really chatty in my head when I’m planning something such as for my job or when I need to think critically. I also get chatty in my head when I am stressed. When I’m stressed I will actually talk to myself out loud.
But most of the time, when I am at ease and I am not preparing for something which requires critical thought, I’m naturally meditative and dreamy, think in the scenes and feelings and the bigger picture.
Pisces Mercury. Lots of Neptune.
The whole Saturn in Pisces thing cracked open in my head. Now I have to figure out how I can explain it in a way that is accessible to everyone.
My head also says, this may be easier to do in a few days. Unfortunately, when I delay, *most* things never get written.
Anyway, this is what my head says today.
It elaborates - the problem is I connect things in ways other people don't and it's very easy to slip into mixaphor, and write something incomprehensible.
@elsa See, I was thinking about how we all have our own inner dialogue, in the “language” we understand. So if it’s conversational, words, sentences, we may easily assume others are the same. I’m not saying people don’t make the translation from mind to broadcasting because people do it all the time.
When you come across someone whose style is different or more difficult for you to comprehend, you have to stretch your mind, digging deep.
I don’t know if it’s extra work (I’m sure it is, plus it’s Christmas and guests coming), but could you bang out the article, then edit it or add a Part II for clarification?
@allie120 I misappropriate terms & use them in unusual ways because this is how the information comes to me. The job then, is to transcribe what I know or think I know, without losing people or pissing them off too badly.
So the big puzzle is this:
Do I lay out my line of thinking?
Or so I lay out a line of thinking that avoids asking people to see the connection between things that should not be connected.
Either way is a challenge. But these days, I get stuck on the decision for days at time. If it goes not too long, I usually ditch it. Most things stay in the trash if they're put there or they're just forgotten, but sometimes they come back up or something comes out in a conversation.
I think this stuff I Jupiter / Uranus, for the most part.
Anyway, I am sick of it. Mars in Gemini keeps my head running all the time, and it's problematic when there is never a release. It's like eating, eating, eating with no elimination. It's a burden, basically.
I think a lot of people are like this right now because... well permaban, right? You don't want to slip and say the thing you're not supposed to say so everyone has their thoughts swirling around, slowly going out of their minds.
@elsa Stuck and wanting to say things, but it’s constipated because the infrastructure is damaged…metaphorically.
You have a creative way of communicating. That’s a tough call you have up there. But it’s positive when you can pull out something in the trash and use it for just the right situation, repurpose it, so to speak.
I do have a conversational-style inner dialogue, but also pictures are added. But there are times when I wish I could pull the words-pictures-drawings out and move them around in the air, 3-D/hologram-style.
Mine is usually conversational, two voices comparing, debating, speculating, or agreeing. But sometimes I'm talking to God. Or to someone dead or not present. The pictures that flash into my mind often prompt the conversation.
@warped I talk to God, too.
My husband spoke of something after his father died. He said he wished there was a way to create a movie of all the things his father lived and thought, so that he could play it. This isn’t the weird Meta stuff. It was like sharing with him all the untapped things he father was. This was probably 13 years ago. And it was an awe-inspiring conversation because my husband doesn’t talk in those terms casually, or at all really.
Anyway, your post made me remember that, for some reason.
I totally get this. I'd love to be able to ask my dad, who died 50 years ago, countless questions about his early life, so much is a mystery.