However, what seems to happen often is a trigger mechanism. Smells, sights, sounds and touch prompt the wiring to find a memory by association.
The beauty is that this corner of the brain is ours. No one knows the full content but ourselves. We're the only ones that can access it. While we can't necessarily control input and output, we have the only window.
The amazement is the power that this storage unit has over us. Quite easily synapses can cause a gamut of emotions that overtake our composed nature. It's this action that seems spiritually calculated. Why would that stranger just happen to be wearing that perfume? Why would that song come on the radio right now?
Happenstance, sure, it could be.
Although, doesn't that seem like an ideal opportunity for the Holy Spirit to show presence in your life. How better for God to sneak his way into our memory box and force the file to our consciousness. While our mind is busy churning it's daily thoughts, it takes an ethereal tug to take us away into another plane of emotion.
This ironic happening and the direct connection with a memory is uniquely personal because all the parts fit. And it's ours and only ours. This conceptual occurrence serves many purposes such as a friendly reminder to call an old friend or for logistical needs such as paying the rent.
Even so, the most powerful affect seems to be when you are transported back to a time you had long since experienced. Our only way of time travel. It's as if God lets us visit this time either for comfort or to remind us of times we have overcome. A waking dream. It's as if He is reminding us that yes, that did happen, you were there, and so was I.
It's one of His ways of grabbing us for a moment.
And reminding us that we are more than the present.
It's a sacred tap on the shoulder.
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