The Anamnesis (Part 1)
The Memory I Didn't Know I Had
It started with a dream...
Last night, I woke up with a word floating in my mind: Anamnesis.
Strange, right? I’d never heard it before or so I thought.
So, I did what anyone would do at 3 AM. I Googled it.
And what I found felt like the missing puzzle piece of so many forgotten feelings.
Anamnesis: A recollection, especially of a supposed previous existence.
It hit me.
Maybe the dreams I keep having about forests I’ve never been to, or the songs I swear I know but can’t place maybe they’re not fiction.
Maybe… they’re echoes.
Have you ever felt it?
That tug in your chest when you visit a place for the first time and it feels like home?
That weird spark of knowing someone you just met?
That’s anamnesis.
And the more I think about it, the more I believe it’s real. Not just in a spiritual or past-life kind of way; but in the way our souls hold onto things that matter.
My art remembers too
Shapes, symbols, even colors I didn’t consciously choose; they just flow through me.
And when I step back and look, I recognize something I can’t explain.
Maybe my hands remember more than my mind.
Let’s talk
Have you ever experienced a moment of anamnesis?
Drop a comment below; I’d love to know.
Or maybe you’ve created something that felt like it came from a place beyond words.
– McBo ✍️
It's fascinating and astonishing
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