tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post6267120858286855119..comments2023-03-24T06:38:21.762-07:00Comments on The Art of the Memory: Dual memories of a place lost to birth.AnotherMemoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02673787350743130966noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-80306915665461832012016-07-14T10:24:16.113-07:002016-07-14T10:24:16.113-07:00No...nothing.No...nothing.Alex Hortonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09568667407917769956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-21347959040039854692011-05-18T10:19:59.828-07:002011-05-18T10:19:59.828-07:00I get this occasionally.I get this occasionally.Jay Reidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10208930867079749351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-29652156830435622682011-05-11T07:39:29.127-07:002011-05-11T07:39:29.127-07:00Nope, sorry no such memories.Nope, sorry no such memories.lets go get losthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639160938524359794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-18448526140022064112011-05-08T04:37:44.932-07:002011-05-08T04:37:44.932-07:00For me memories of feeling home usually involve be...For me memories of feeling home usually involve being with someone else, I wouldn't know how would it be a blue one o_OAl3xaGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06757963196724581004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-65018680087818394322011-05-08T04:15:37.125-07:002011-05-08T04:15:37.125-07:00i had a memory of the light bursting through, than...i had a memory of the light bursting through, than i wake up. very interesting thoughphosportshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11761752651018101290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-79560079538881542492011-05-04T13:07:34.102-07:002011-05-04T13:07:34.102-07:00The open sky seems to be a common collective memor...The open sky seems to be a common collective memory. In mine, it's at night. My sister and I are in a room with no ceiling and we're looking up at impossibly brilliant stars. There was an overwhelming sense of peace and joy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-43681458802924755942011-05-04T10:14:24.663-07:002011-05-04T10:14:24.663-07:00My past life memory is leading a group of ppl over...My past life memory is leading a group of ppl over some rubble and then Kaboom here I am here lol.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01270083405500511325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230669525609178844.post-7083992371336540982011-05-04T08:39:01.168-07:002011-05-04T08:39:01.168-07:00I remember a room with no walls, and blinding ligh...I remember a room with no walls, and blinding light. The only inhabitants beside myself were blue. No eyes, no mouth, no facial features at all. Just blue, like they were wearing morphsuits...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02993699573170596587noreply@blogger.com