When I was growing up in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., my family often drove out into the countryside on Sunday afternoons. We’d pass abandoned farmhouses, sitting faded and forlorn amidst tall grass.
I lived in a modern, red-brick house on a street lined with modern, red-brick houses, but I loved those old wooden farmhouses, and I could never understand why their owners had gone away and left them to deteriorate in the sun and the wind and the rain. I would fantasize that the farmhouse walls had memory for all they’d seen and heard, and that somehow the lives that had been lived within those walls lived on in that memory. I would imagine people, conversations, dramatic scenes….
I never shared my fantasies with my parents or my sister because I knew they were just that—fantasies, driven by a mix of curiosity and escapism and somehow too personal and too ridiculous to share. I knew that walls don’t have memories any more than they have ears.
Or do they….
Maybe those farmhouse walls really did hold memories—not Hollywood-movie-like memories, perhaps, but energy memories, memories which nowadays might be termed “vibes,” good or bad or even ghostly.
At several qigong seminars I have joined others in walking in circles around the room and clapping my hands to clear unwanted energies. Since I wasn’t aware of the negative energies in the first place, I don’t know if this helped—but others felt it did.
In “The Living Matrix,” the movie I wrote about in last week’s post, a scientist suggests that the deep reverence and awe we feel in the great cathedrals of the world may at least partly be the result of the reverence and awe felt by those who’ve been there before.
“It’s a palpable experience,” says Edgar Mitchell, founder of the Institute of Noetic Sciences and a former Apollo 14 astronaut, after the camera has panned across a lovely, unnamed cathedral.
I agree with the palpable part, but I always thought it was because the great cathedrals were specifically designed to inspire reverence and awe, and that they did so through their loftiness and beauty. However, Mitchell believes that quantum energy emissions from the bodies and brains of people who’ve worshipped in the cathedrals over the centuries have been absorbed into the cathedral and are being fed back to newcomers.
In “The Living Matrix,” Mitchell’s comment is preceded by a discussion of quantum physics and energy fields so that it seems more probable than I’ve made it seem here.
And it has made me think again of those old farmhouses of my childhood and wish that I could have gone inside….
NOTE: To go to amazon.com to read reviews of “The Living Matrix” or to purchase a copy through my website, click here.