Thursday, April 18, 2024
Contact    |    RSS icon Twitter icon Facebook icon  
Unexplained Mysteries
You are viewing: Home > Columns > Jann Burner > Column article
Welcome Guest ( Login or Register )  
Jann Burner

Get a clue

August 2, 2010 | Comment icon 2 comments
Image Credit: stockxpert
Once upon a time in the ancient days, long before writing, (before the first scientist) when man lived in the moment and thrived upon the still warm memories of real Gods and Goddesses, the story tellers of old had a problem. Their stories became interwoven and entangled and elongated over time until a good tale was as complicated as modern brain surgery and yet there were no written words to memorize, no script to refer back to. No storyboard. How to keep it all straight?

The early story teller would create an architectural wonder within his mind. He would build a palace and grounds within his imagination. And this palace and its attendant gardens would be very specific, very detailed and very predictable. Each flower and arrangement of trees and bushes and each entrance and hallway and sleeping room and dining room and banquet room and storage room would be very specific, furnished with very specific pieces in a very precise order. In his mind this would be a place he could return to time and again and feel secure that it would always be the same. Flowers never wilted and paint never faded in the mind of the story teller. This would be a universe of mnemonic devices, encoded with all the cues necessary for the telling of his long tale. This was the original Memory Palace.

This was Natures first Random Access Memory, complete with an icon shell with which to connect the myriad lines of bio-computer code. Simply point with the imagination and click with willful intent. No mouse necessary. Thus armed, the ancient story teller could hold his audience spellbound for hours on end telling a perfectly wonderful and magical story and then, a month later, in another town, tell it again, exactly the same.

We are God’s Memory Palace. We are an interactive holographic construct of dynamic memory being visualized by a higher form of consciousness.

We choose a forgetting when we choose to incarnate in this Earth Frame. We forget who we really are and where we originate from. We choose, often, a second forgetting, when we forget that there is even such a thing as “Spirit”. But although we have chosen to forget what we are and where we originate, we have remembered to give ourselves “clues”. In every life there is a trail of clues to our truth. If we pay attention we each have the opportunity to wake up in time. To literally wake up within this dream we call our “Life”. Until we “wake up” we are stumbling around like sleep walkers, bumping into one another, incurring pain and creating drama. But once we begin to “notice” the clues we have left and the clues which have been left for us by others, then we start falling into synchronicity and then flow. As we begin to wake up we discover that it is a pathway and a trail. We are not lost, we have not been abandoned. We are not lost at sea on a tiny raft awaiting rescue or death. We are cruisers. We have a point of origination and we have a final destination and we are on a Path. We are not a chance assemblage of molecules. We are holographic God sparks.

By discovering these clues along the trail of your life you’ll gradually come to—“understanding”. And what specifically will you come to understand? Well for one thing, you will come to understand that this is not the “end of the day” reality you have been taught and a second thing you will learn, is that you are much, much smarter than you have ever been led to believe. But most importantly you will want to pick up these clues so that by the time you pass on beyond this frame, you’ll have succeeded in “getting it!” You don’t want to be utterly confused and taken by surprise at death, at the moment you detach and separate from your body. You want it to be a gradual unfolding. As the Irish say, “May your spirit outgrow your body before your body gives up the ghost.” There’s nothing worse than having wasted a life stacking up stuff, stacking up “scientific facts” and chasing vaporous ego dreams until you become so distracted that when your time finally comes to separate Spirit from body, you’re taken totally off balance. You don’t have a clue, you don’t “get it”. You don’t want to end up wandering as a ghost or maybe attach to another and become part of their dream. Now’s the time to, “Get a clue”.[!gad]Once upon a time in the ancient days, long before writing, (before the first scientist) when man lived in the moment and thrived upon the still warm memories of real Gods and Goddesses, the story tellers of old had a problem. Their stories became interwoven and entangled and elongated over time until a good tale was as complicated as modern brain surgery and yet there were no written words to memorize, no script to refer back to. No storyboard. How to keep it all straight?

The early story teller would create an architectural wonder within his mind. He would build a palace and grounds within his imagination. And this palace and its attendant gardens would be very specific, very detailed and very predictable. Each flower and arrangement of trees and bushes and each entrance and hallway and sleeping room and dining room and banquet room and storage room would be very specific, furnished with very specific pieces in a very precise order. In his mind this would be a place he could return to time and again and feel secure that it would always be the same. Flowers never wilted and paint never faded in the mind of the story teller. This would be a universe of mnemonic devices, encoded with all the cues necessary for the telling of his long tale. This was the original Memory Palace.

This was Natures first Random Access Memory, complete with an icon shell with which to connect the myriad lines of bio-computer code. Simply point with the imagination and click with willful intent. No mouse necessary. Thus armed, the ancient story teller could hold his audience spellbound for hours on end telling a perfectly wonderful and magical story and then, a month later, in another town, tell it again, exactly the same.

We are God’s Memory Palace. We are an interactive holographic construct of dynamic memory being visualized by a higher form of consciousness.

We choose a forgetting when we choose to incarnate in this Earth Frame. We forget who we really are and where we originate from. We choose, often, a second forgetting, when we forget that there is even such a thing as “Spirit”. But although we have chosen to forget what we are and where we originate, we have remembered to give ourselves “clues”. In every life there is a trail of clues to our truth. If we pay attention we each have the opportunity to wake up in time. To literally wake up within this dream we call our “Life”. Until we “wake up” we are stumbling around like sleep walkers, bumping into one another, incurring pain and creating drama. But once we begin to “notice” the clues we have left and the clues which have been left for us by others, then we start falling into synchronicity and then flow. As we begin to wake up we discover that it is a pathway and a trail. We are not lost, we have not been abandoned. We are not lost at sea on a tiny raft awaiting rescue or death. We are cruisers. We have a point of origination and we have a final destination and we are on a Path. We are not a chance assemblage of molecules. We are holographic God sparks.

By discovering these clues along the trail of your life you’ll gradually come to—“understanding”. And what specifically will you come to understand? Well for one thing, you will come to understand that this is not the “end of the day” reality you have been taught and a second thing you will learn, is that you are much, much smarter than you have ever been led to believe. But most importantly you will want to pick up these clues so that by the time you pass on beyond this frame, you’ll have succeeded in “getting it!” You don’t want to be utterly confused and taken by surprise at death, at the moment you detach and separate from your body. You want it to be a gradual unfolding. As the Irish say, “May your spirit outgrow your body before your body gives up the ghost.” There’s nothing worse than having wasted a life stacking up stuff, stacking up “scientific facts” and chasing vaporous ego dreams until you become so distracted that when your time finally comes to separate Spirit from body, you’re taken totally off balance. You don’t have a clue, you don’t “get it”. You don’t want to end up wandering as a ghost or maybe attach to another and become part of their dream. Now’s the time to, “Get a clue”.



If you enjoy Jann Burner's columns, check out his new book on Amazon - "The Claire Letters" - a spiritual love story between a San Francisco taxi driver and an elderly retired teacher from Texas. Very inspirational. Comments (2)


Recent comments on this story
Comment icon #1 Posted by Sevenof Seven 14 years ago
This is a wonderful article and a very interesting theory. My wish is that it turns out to be true.
Comment icon #2 Posted by markdohle 14 years ago
You do have a way with words, another good article. Peace mark


Please Login or Register to post a comment.


 Total Posts: 7,603,898    Topics: 316,252    Members: 201,813

 Not a member yet ? Click here to join - registration is free and only takes a moment!
Recent news and articles