Beloved
I've been reading a lot this year. I recently finished The Left Hand of Darkness and Wuthering Heights, and yesterday moved on to Beloved. In the book Sethe describes rememories to her daughter Denver. She says that the things which happen to us and our memories are never erased, that they live on and are connected to the landscape. She says that sometimes you are walking and start to see things happening around you--those are rememories of others which they have left behind.
Sethe says: "If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place-the picture of it-stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around there outside my head. I mean, even if I don't think about it, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there."
I'm also reading a (really poorly written) book about astral projection and the author describes something similar existing on the astral plane--the thoughts of others having form and substance which can be seen and visited, a mindscape. From the author's descriptions of astral projection, it sounds like astral projection is much like a dream.
After reading the first 30 pages of Beloved in the middle of the night yesterday, I fell asleep and had the most vivid dreams about running away from something and stopping to buy oranges from a roadside vendor. Later I had a very vivid dream about touring an open house. Earlier this year I had very vivid dreams after reading Lonesome Dove late into the night. It seems that the very best books permeate through us at our deepest levels and help us to get in touch with forgotten connections. And the books which do that for me may not do it for you. I liked Wuthering Heights, but it didn't grip me so much to infiltrate my dreams (as far as I know or remember), even though my friend Linda told me it was her favorite book.
Maybe the best books are capable of pulling us out of ourselves into the astral plane.
Sethe says: "If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place-the picture of it-stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around there outside my head. I mean, even if I don't think about it, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there."
I'm also reading a (really poorly written) book about astral projection and the author describes something similar existing on the astral plane--the thoughts of others having form and substance which can be seen and visited, a mindscape. From the author's descriptions of astral projection, it sounds like astral projection is much like a dream.
After reading the first 30 pages of Beloved in the middle of the night yesterday, I fell asleep and had the most vivid dreams about running away from something and stopping to buy oranges from a roadside vendor. Later I had a very vivid dream about touring an open house. Earlier this year I had very vivid dreams after reading Lonesome Dove late into the night. It seems that the very best books permeate through us at our deepest levels and help us to get in touch with forgotten connections. And the books which do that for me may not do it for you. I liked Wuthering Heights, but it didn't grip me so much to infiltrate my dreams (as far as I know or remember), even though my friend Linda told me it was her favorite book.
Maybe the best books are capable of pulling us out of ourselves into the astral plane.
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