Seen it all before?

While this new attention by the arrival of the taxi possibly suggested a raise in the stakes concerning my injured brother, it was still also about me. By now I had been sitting in fear in my room waiting for the punishment that may have been due (even if unfairly), for about two to three hours. A lot can go through your mind in that time. A lot of terrifying concepts, and many scary ideas, of what to expect next, from my father. If you think it is amazing how much can flash through your mind in a matter of seconds (ever been in one of those ‘slow-motion’ affected car crashes, or near death experiences?) think how much can pass through a small child’s’ brain in a couple of hours. Of course, for a child, there can also be a lot of boredom in between. Not the inactive thoughtless boredom, but more the sidetracking type. Where you can go off on a tangent for “hours and hours”. There I am sitting on the bed, staring at the wallpaper (which I hate to this day) and imagining alternative outcomes. Like an imaginative, fantasy dream (with a type of deja-vu interpretation). You know how you want it to be, and feel as you run it through your mind, how it will turn out. And while you know it won’t be how you thought, you sort of, hope anyway.

Have you ever experienced those déjà vu moments? I have had many. One or two I have even written down, and when I became aware I was experiencing that particular memory, I would suddenly stop and try to recall exactly what I had seen occurring. However, while I have had flashes of deja-vu, none of the actual events have ever concluded as I recalled. I have seen walls, shapes, images and buildings in my deja-vu ‘dreams’ (though they are not really ‘dreams’) that are so familiar to me that I actually pause. Ever have that? Perhaps it is the pausing that causes the different outcome? Could it be that it is an alternative universe crossover that you can experience, and in a moment the’cross-over passes and you continue as you were (very sci-fi?). They say however, it is the brain, sending a signal to the long term memory, before sending it to the short term memory, and then the short term memory recognises the image due to the neural path it has taken. ‘They’ being the clever scientists, psychologists and medical persons, not necessarily the ones with the creative imaginations. My mother was more the believing it was a ‘Psychic’ kind of experience. She said it was the ‘other energy’ tapping in. Do you recall my mentioning the one chair in the kitchen (Blog may 1^st 2012) in which we were NEVER to sit in? The white vinyl covered chair which sat just behind the back door as you entered our kitchen. This was feared by all of us. It was known as the ‘maternity’ chair.

(continued tomorrow)