When I was born, my mind was clear, a tabula rasa some might say.But before we travel deeper into the workings of the mind, we need to go on a little energy side track.
I have this idea I carry a lot of information with me into this life. Information from my former lives, biological family, and other places. That specific information is stored in my energy field and my cells.
The mind is a different place.My mind is made up of thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts. Sometimes images, smells, and sounds, but mostly it is a wordy experience in my head.
A mind is useful, we need a mind to be able to communicate with each other. We need a mind to connect with others. We simply need a mind to survive.
In the first years of my life, my mind fills itself with information from the world around me. My senses pick up pieces of information. And my mind makes sense of it (or not), and stores the information in the memory.
I fill my days with gathering information. It’s an instinct. I need to do this, so I can be a self-sufficient being when I stand on my own. When the time comes I need the information the memory is opened and the information comes out.
So I’ve learned the colors, the edibles, the names of all the animals, (and not wanting to eat them.) I learned about how to behave and how to feel, I’m just a copy-machine, copying my environment.
So I’m born with this crystal clear and open mind. There is no snow globe, there is just me. As soon as I start to breathe, my mind starts filling itself. The environment I grow up in and the thoughts I have form this personal snow globe around me.
A boundary-set thing that I call the world I live in. Boundaries are set by the place I grow up, the school I go to, and the talents I have and develop. These are the things that make up my world. My globe.
And inside my globe, it is often snowing. All sorts of thoughts swirling around and hopping over each other. At first, it is fun, but after a while, the snow does not stop.
I have to do something. All the time, my senses keep on picking up information. Information that turns into thoughts. Thoughts linked to memories. Memories linked to emotions.
My world turns into a snowstorm….
To be continued.