Wednesday, October 25, 2017

RETRIEVED FROM DRAFTS: WHAT DID HELEN'S INTUITIVE MEMORY REMEMBER?

During the summer, several posts published had been devoted to Helen Keller, who, having lost her sight and hearing to grave illness at the age of two, felt inspired at the age of seven by Anne Sullivan's positive attitude to enthusiastically soak in everything that her mind, as thirsty as a sponge, could 'touch', so eager was this child to experience the miracles that life has to offer, and here am I, a woman named Annie, who has spent the past two and half years utterly mesmerized by everything Ravi's bright young mind naturally absorbs from one week to the next, suggesting that before the age of three, Ravi's mental awareness and sweetly inquisitive nature have actively recorded a wealth of sights, sounds and emotional reactions so as to have stimulated our sunshine child's memory to parrot back more of our words, attitudes, facial expressions, body language and behaviors (positive and negative) than we, who make up her doting family, can believe as each of us marvels at the charming (classic) nature of this small child's innate ability to fill the mental capacity of her processor with everything she sees and hears and has begun to comprehend as has been shown by her verbal voice tones, responsive facial expressions and reactive body language, all of which mirror ours just as had proved true for Helen before fate had severed her connection to sight and hearing, daughting her personal sense of safety for five years until Annie's persistent yet gentle guidance took Helen's hand within her own, reconnecting this desperately lonely child with the heartfelt delights of life and love and personal safety, all of which had been traumatically lost once her sight and hearing had been tragically severed from her processor leaving her to experience a world limited by fear and frustration, feeling all alone—though her family was always nearby.  And though separated from sight and hearing, thank goodness Helen's active processor had not been severed from early experiential memory and intuitive imagination ...

Has your intuitive perceptiveness begun to catch my drift?
Under Ann’s tutelage, Helen was able to retrieve memories of life independent of her present world, which had inexplicably changed from sunny and safe to dark and lonely once daily life had transformed into the silent endless night that had engulfed her every waking hour for five years until her memory of waterspilledfrom her hand into her conscious mind—and from that amazing moment of spiritual grace a child's starved and deeply tormented spirit and mind, which had languished in a tomb with only confusion for company, turned the corner whereby Helen’s years of mental starvation was fed bite-sized portions of knowledge by Ann, and as their heartfelt connection deepened Helen's resourceful sense of personal safety reclaimed her lost sense of existential self worth, which upon growing ever more mindfully peaceful, swept fear of failure aside in favor of freeing her intuitive imagination to be off and running, eagerly grasping the names of everything inside the house, then outside, naming everything that made up the landscape and ultimately, Helen’s courageous soul made its way through the world, where the incandescent endeavors of 'the power of one' inspired people of all ages and walks of life to seek the key to their lost sense of existential worthiness, as well.

Below, let's consider several photos (not arranged in order) of Ravi's imaginative mind recording snapshots of family life between the ages of one and two.  In addition to having absorbed 'the rules' of playing hide and seek before turning two, Ravi had begun to exhibit her heart's delight, early on, by hugging, kissing and tickling her adoring family as much as we adore hugging, kissing and tickling her.  In one year's time, this bright, lovable child, whose intuitive intelligence has been readily absorbing a fledgling awareness of need to tether human nature’s natural demonstrations of frustration by asking for help, has openly and freely chosen to activate her membership in our family's mutual admiration society.
Papa's 74th birthday
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Ravi fearlessly wandering onto center stage before a city-wide performance of Billy Elliot begins

Vacationing on the west coast with her adoring extended family


Adventuring through the pumpkin patch
Celebrating Passover at Gramma Annie's house

Halloween—The Cradle Rock'in Band

Just toddl'in about the house, septre held high

Christmas Joy at Nani's house

Celebrating Independence Day with Mickey

Pondering upon how best to dance her way through life

Swinging up to the stars on the wings of love

Climbing onto the princess throne for her first princess haircut

That lasso is getting mighty close to the 'horsey' resting on the floor

Enjoying breakfast with Papa after a sleep over is lots of fun for everyone!

Princess Elsa wishes Papa a very Happy 75th Birthday!
Ain't life grand before one's free spirited, childlike
(Not to be mistaken for childish) imagination has been
Locked within a box and the key to figuring out
How best to think out of the box has not yet been found?
Imagine my smile sparkling each time I hear
Ravi's gently guided, effervescent enthusiastic approach to life exclaim:
I can help you!  or  Can I have a turn, peez!  or  I can do that, myself!

And now, having compared Ravi’s earliest ‘memories’ of family life with much of what had been true for Helen before fate had harshly challenged her spirit’s fledgling connection to personal safety to change from fearlessly light and sunny to starkly dark, silent and confoundedly scary until the teacher (guidance counselor, friend or therapist) appeared, we come to see that t'was heartfelt love intertwined with Ann's positively focused attitude that had kindly and persistently guided Helen’s natural sense of insight-driven intuitive energy to fuel her youthful spirit’s existential quest to retrieve positive memories stored ever so deeply within the fearless portion of her innately-intelligent-perennially-eager-to-absorb-knowledge mind just as is possible for every child, who having grown to adulthood, can also retrieve a fearlessly independent sense of personal safety regardless of having experienced sound reason to have felt terrified by fate, early on.

October, 2017
Sometimes a subconscious sense of anxious dread is based in the fact that a child had been fated to experience debilitating illness or the death of a loved one, early on.  Sometimes terror is exacerbated by failing to please an authority figure, whom a child idolizes, whose choice of words, facial expressions and body language casts negatively focused judgments as furiously as my Grandma had believed God had cast a lightening bolt directly at our family when Janet failed to awaken from her nap, and suddenly the safe haven of a sweet three year old child, named Annie, turned as dark and silent as a black cat, walking under a ladder at midnight—except for those moments when agonized arguments, fueled by undeserved guilt, let loose arrows of blame, which zinged through tension, so thick as to  deprive my heart and brain of oxygen—creating a world class peace keeper, who'd feared nothing more than rocking boats until she, having been properly diagnosed with PTSD, reclaimed her existential freedom to free her intuitive voice by engaging in sessions of EMDR therapy, which offered up the set of missing keys that had, one by one, unlocked a series of interrelated subterranean cells, freeing all sides of me to breathe so freely as to become wholly, existentially ME, at long last  ...  and with so much discussion of sexual abuse in the air, I can't help but wonder which missing key might be dangling just beyond my conscious reach, right now ...

And tis good to know that even with that personally cofounding thought in mind, I feel at peace with the fact that this post had not been published, last summer when originally penned, because the paragraph penned above is brand new, clarifying this fact:  This is the first time that thoughts of sexual abuse have not stimulated my anxiety to spike—smiting my inner strengths with undeserved guilt—and this change for the better makes me wonder if my intuitive intelligence had a hand in setting this post in drafts until such time as my brain felt clear of muddled emotion so as to review insights, which had begun to emerge around the time of Jeremy's passing, offering my subconscious memory reason to review the very first, gravely sad time that I'd experienced a confounded sense of emotional turbulence in the aftermath of Janet's death when I, having lost sight of my self worth, could no longer hear my assertive voice attempting to speak aloud, because the original key to unlocking deeply buried secrets that I'd kept from myself could not be retrieved until this student's intuitive readiness sought out the teacher, whose knowledgable, patient guidance and love appeared, just like magic, several years back—and hopefully, this post and those to follow, which will also be retrieved from drafts, may lead my inner sense of wholeness toward inviting you to enjoy the magic carpet ride that will open our hearts and minds to absorbing early adult experiences, which had been mine in the distant past, and as you shall see—when undeserved guilt makes a child fear that survival depends upon swallowing one's assertive voice, subconscious need to quest toward retrieving the key to free one's fearless independent spirit awaits intuitive readiness ... forever.    
  

















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