Lesson 1. Memories

Taking a look into a structured mind of brokenness. 

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Have you ever been lost in your thoughts? Randomness? A thought pops into your head and you don't know where it came from. Many times it's your past. Things that have happened that have not let you go. Why have they hung on? In order for us to understand where we need to go with this thought, we must understand where these thoughts are held. The picture I want to paint is that our minds are made up of a foyer. The foyer itself is a large room with a counter. with the large elevator to the left that allows us to go down to the depths of our thoughts and a staircase to the right, a slower process. As we begin to go down the cellar, we reach our first subfloor. In this subfloor, there's memories, memories that have been organized. These memories were once a mess, and they were thrown around in the hallway. Doors were open with junk everywhere. Stepping over with the possibility of rolling an ankle. Well, what does it look like when you roll an ankle on a memory? Part of that is called trauma. Now, where do we start? Much like myself, I wanted to fix everything. I wanted to clean, everything. And unlike our garage, we can't just throw everything away. We must scrutinize and walk through every single piece of paper that's stored within ourselves and determine if it's worth keeping or tossing. Now, let's visit a memory in here. When I was a child, I had a friend. I'll save his name. But He had no bike, and I had a bike. And he decided he wanted to jump my bike, and this is how we met. I created a ramp for myself, and him off in the distance looked at me. Possibly in admiration for the bike that I once had. But also, like a young boy, his competitive spirit wanted to endure against mine. As we traded off, the distance we landed got further. Not sure if we were actually going as far as we thought we were, but we were definitely having fun. The evening went on, and eventually it was time for me to go inside and for him to go home. I asked him, where do you live? When did you guys move here? He proceeded to tell me that they had recently moved in. and that his father had just died. I think that was his way of telling me that they used the money, possibly from insurance, to move here. This was their new life. He made a small facial expression, but either way, we didn't shake hands and we didn't fist bump. We were probably about two feet away and we just waved at each other goodbye. Let's end that memory there. And how about we just step out of that room? When I look back into that room and I look through the threshold of that door and I see the still frame of two young boys smiling and laughing, sweaty and dusty, possibly from falling and dragging our feet through the dust, a memory that probably most of us have had on our BMX bikes. But I see happiness. One of the things with this memory is that that very friend was murdered 12 years later. That memory tries to overshadow this memory of the bike. When I look back at my friend and the way his life ended, it angered me. And it still does anger me. I think about him often. But when I step back into this memory and I look, there's no anger in there. There's only joy and happiness. Sometimes anger had tried to creep in. It gets me mad. It gets me sad. And that very memory becomes something totally different. Not what it was that day. If there was anything that I would change that day, it would be the way we said goodbye. I most likely just would have gave him a hug. We don't really realize how much we care about somebody, as they say, until they're gone. Well, that's the memory. One of the things that memories like that do to us, it allows us to see how we can isolate what has happened in those moments without corruption, without allowing outside influences to come in, just a memory trapped in time. As we glance into the room and we look to the left and we see the elevator, We look to the right and we see the staircase, both leading back up to the foyer and down to other levels. We also notice that there's more rooms. More rooms to be able to check memories. How messy are they? How clean are they? Well, in this memory, there's so much that we can't touch. It's almost like a museum. We walk in and we walk out. We don't do anything but observe. And that is reflection, observation, and clarity. That's what we need in this life. When we look back, yes, there's moments that might have traumatized us in other areas. And it also allows us to have gratitude, to be thankful that there was actually good moments in our life. Not everything was and is as horrible as it may seem. That inventory that we take allows us to start banking good ideas. yes we've probably heard about the emotional bank but this is greater than that this is something that is an investment into ourselves investment into the cleanliness of our minds and the clarity and the way we process and the way we file the way we organize if it matters to you now let's just take one more look in there do you see yourself in there do you see a memory that reminds you of something, maybe that's been corrupted, maybe that's been changed, maybe something that we learned later on that feels that life is not fair. Well, it's not. And this life is very cruel. But in this memory, it wasn't. In this memory, it was happiness. It was a moment that I get to share and I had with my friend. So, maybe you feel lost today. But if we do, understand that you can be found. Maybe you're feeling loved. But you are loved. It's not just about someone out there caring about you. This very podcast is about me caring about you. And I don't even know you. I represent something greater than just myself. I represent something greater than just a feeling. And I hope that as we get to know each other, I can share exactly what that is. I hope you have a great day. God bless you. Goodbye. I am the Timesmith.