Ierrellus wrote:In 1947 I was 5. Mom was ironing clothes while listening to radio "soaps". I was playing battle with my toy soldiers on the floor. The distinct odor of heated starch and "A certain slant of Light" (see Emily Dickenson's poem about this.) gave me a feeling of being unreal. That was the beginning of my sense of being different from most other people.
When he was five or six, my son claimed to remember that he existed before he was born. Years later I considered what fetal memory might include and what aspects of religion and psychology could come from that source.
I love this. I seem stuck in a similar area. The other night I teetered on the threshold of dream and consciousness and the bizarre memories I experienced were not from my own life, but they contained immense contextual depth of something I had no previous conscious knowledge of. Things like these keep me up at night sometimes. I find it fascinating your son remembered that he existed before he was born. What did he mean by that?