Soul Memory & Beautiful pictures of Heather

How wild Heather plants remembered my Granddad generation after generation; How Granddad helped me recover after I lost my memory at the age of 8, and BEAUTIFUL pictures of Heather by Eva of Helios Flowers

Ed, back in the day when Granddad was a little boy growing up wild on a remote island of the Hebrides, off the coast of Scotland, he had a particular favorite haunt. It was a point overlooking the sea, with a big rock behind him to lean against, in a field of wildflowers which were mostly Heather.

He always sat at the same place and would twine a Heather plant gently around his finger for hours as he sat there looking at the sea. This plant grew up with that twining pattern.

When the winter came and all the plants died away, so did it.

But the next year, when the new plants came out of the earth – there was the child of the old year, growing in a twining pattern!

Granddad was deeply moved. It needn’t have grown that way. But the soul of the plant had remembered him in its next generation. All of my Granddad’s long life, the Heather remembered him. People grew old and died and some even before they died couldn’t recognize my Granddad when he went back. But the Heather remembered him.

And Granddad always remembered the Heather.

When I was eight, one time when Granddad came to visit me, there was an incident where I’d almost died. I was barely alive. I was unconscious and in a body cast. Every part of me was in shock. As Granddad brought me back to consciousness (I believe mostly by the pure power of love), he realized I had lost most of my memory. I didn’t know who he was or my own name. But I could read and write and do math. I bet most people thought I was done for.

But not Granddad. I was back at school very quickly after that. That month I stood 4th out of 68 children in the monthly tests – which I consider a huge huge miracle.

In the years that followed, Granddad helped me recover important bits of my memory. You’d think he did it with herbs that stimulated the brain. But he didn’t. You see there are memory problems that can be healed by treating the brain with herbs – where the brain is actually physically wounded or depleted of nutrition. Brahmi, Lion’s Mane Mushroom and others. And you can enhance memory radically by having herbs that help increase circulation and therefore oxygen and glucose to the brain – Gotu Kola (Centella Asiatica), Zizyphus, Parsley, Mate and so on. Even real coffee does that.

However, when the memory problem is caused by shock or trauma, there’s only so far that physical treatment of the brain will go.

Granddad showed me that memory is not a function of the brain – though the brain is the interpreting tool. Like how the screen of the computer, is not where the memory is, but just accesses that memory and brings it into awareness.

He showed me that memory is stored in every cell of the body, and deeper, in the energy field of every cell of the body.

He’d tap the point on my finger where he’d poked me to bring me back to consciousness. He’d then look at me and I’d immediately remember the moment I came back to consciousness and looked up to see his beard in front of me. He’d give me a look like, “Ok, so this is our starting point now.”

He taught me to re-develop in my brain the memory that was lost by finding the memory in the energy field of my body.

This has been a slow but wonderful process. Because while others around me seemed to function only on mental brain memory, I was now accessing memory in my DNA inherited from my ancestors, memories of past lives and so on.

I was unaware of this – I just experienced that I knew some things so surely in my spirit, without a doubt, and accepted it as my spiritual knowing – which it is indeed. I cannot recount to you the many ways this has saved me, protected me and increased the quality of my life.

However some things – such as the recognition of people and places – these are so very obviously not just spirit knowing but actual memory of previous events and experiences.

Every human is a treasure trove of real true soul memory. As a civilization we have been taught to look to external evidence of events, facts and truths. In fact, every truth seeker finds out real quick, how easy it is to warp or hide the truth by rearranging external things.

Our soul memory is our indispensable natural support in life’s terrain.

I once read of a Tibetan method of memory where the monks memorize huge huge amounts of scripture through this exercise where they organize the brain into a library with many drawers and then save pieces of the scripture in the relevant drawer.

I’ve never been able to get myself to do things like that. I told Granddad about it and he said, “Those drawers could get rearranged.’

Granddad said that memory stored in the brain could easily be accessed by others and changed. Sometimes we wouldn’t even know it consciously if someone were slowly messing with our brain memory.

But no one can change our soul memory.

This is known to the powers that be.

It is a “scientifically”proven fact that plants have memories. I remember watching a video some years ago about how plants reacted differently to someone who had beaten up a plant near them, thereby being witness against the criminal.

What is not told the public is that plants being living beings like us have energy field or soul memory. They’re always trying to come up with theories like “calcium signalling” – anything to push the existence of soul out of the way.

The nice thing is this – we don’t need anyone’s permission or help to access our own soul memory. We don’t need to climb mountains or sit in caves to access it. We just need to honor our soul and be open to soul memory arising when it does.

Every time we feel soul memory surface, instead of pushing it away, devaluing it, wondering IF it’s true, accept that it is.

See Ed, I managed to get to the point where I respected my soul memory, really early on, because after the age of 8 I depended on it – I didn’t have brain memory like the others. So I valued it and as I grew up and it saved me on many occasions, I learned to respect it secretly. Not openly because that went against the society I lived in. It was an evidence and proof-worshiping society that scoffed at anything outside of the mainstream accepted thought processes.

Where I always tripped was the point where I simply couldn’t respect and accept my soul memory OVER externally provable facts.

I suppose the day I crossed that threshold was the day Gabriel was born. I realized when I was 30 hours into labor and barely alive, that all the things I’d read and watched about childbirth were not information enough. That life is a function of spirit and soul. That when it comes down to the really important things – moments when you’re swinging between life and death – it’s not your mentally proven facts that save you, but your DNA and genetic memory, your soul memory, your primal instinct.

Only our soul memory is expansive enough to cope with the life of Spirit. Maybe once upon a time man’s mental memory and education was evolved enough to comprehend the workings of our bodies, our realm, our universe. Sadly in our times it falls woefully and desperately short.

We simply cannot transcend even our health problems these days with just mental memory.

We need soul memory all the time everyday to guide us and show us the way. It’s the way of Life. It is how we’re designed.

I have crossed the threshold from requiring evidence for what my primal memory says to accepting it as first authority in my life. It is fear of being alone that kept me there on the other side, fear of losing touch with everything and everyone so familiar to me. I didn’t realize the years of my life were going away, drained because of not progressing the way of all life.

We all grow up – from learning the names of animals from a book with pictures of them – D for Dog – to actually patting a dog and then having a relationship with one, that words and ideas will never quantify or fully describe yet hold us forever, even after they’ve moved on to another life.

A beautiful picture of the sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens with his beloved dog, Doodles, who was by his side all the time when he wasn’t well. Circa 1905

We have to cross over from mental function to soul function or we’re not tapping into the power of life at all.

Now there are exercises to help develop soul memory’s acceptance in the brain. I have described one I use often here: Release Pain caused by Buried or Suppressed Memory – Herbs & an Exercise. To be honest though, it’s not like I have the time or privacy on an everyday basis to lie down and do the exercise. I ultimately get to doing it when I’m in crises.

So for the most part, I’ve taken the easy way out and put my head in the lap of my ancestral family of plants for all my needs.

The herbs that have radically helped me recover my brain from shock are described in this article (with a video) Herbs for Life Changes – To Support Re-Establishment, Brain Function & Vitality .

I got inspired to write this article today (actually, yesterday), only because I saw these beautiful pictures of Heather by Eva of Helios Flowers on Instagram that I simply have to share.

Here is beautiful Heather, best friend of all those who need to recover soul and energy field memory for life healing.

I could say a million things, but none which will heal so much as what your soul remembers when you look at Heather, so for once I will be silent in the presence of the holy.