What is Happening to Our Memories?

I remember a rainbow where the purple is on the top.

I remember things that aren't true in this world. I've written about the Mandela Effect, and while this article will go into that a bit, I mostly want to discuss memory.

And specifically, what is happening to our memories?

A few years ago, I started losing my memory. It was pretty sudden, adn just kept getting worse. By a couple of years later, all I remember about my life is a shaky scaffold with a few bits of specifics sticking out here and there.

And what I do remember from my life sometimes is contradictory, as if there were several world-lines meshed together.

I don't remember my children growing up. That's the worst part of it.

My sister and I had a discussion today about this. I don't see her often, and I don't know a lot about her life. I mentioned to her about my memory problem.

She said she was having teh same problem. We talked about how we have to rely heavily on calendars, planners, and daily to-do lists. She chalked it up to getting older, but my kids don't remember much from their childhood either.

My other sister complained of the same thing a month or so ago, but not until I mentioned it first.

I read recently that several members of the cast of "Friends" don't remember much of the making of the show. I keep hearing these stories from all kinds of people, of all ages.

When I read articles I've written sometimes, I don't remember writing them.

The past few months, my short-term memory started going as well. That is much scarier than losing your long-term memory.

With the Mandela Effect creating a new past, it seems like our memories are being erased and replaced. Maybe it's a natural phenomenon, or maybe it's intentional.

I don't have a real guess either way.

It just feels like it's a part of what's going on in the larger picture of how strange the world is lately.

I was watching a movie a couple of months ago. Just a romantic drama/comedy to distract me from my depression and hopelessness at the time. I was literally watching this movie because I thought it could safely be ignored, and I wouldn't have to think about anything or my life.

During a scene in the movie, there was a scene with a cross. Near it was a full circle rainbow. I noticed immediately that the bottom of the circle, the top of the rainbow was purple. The top, usually visible half, is red in this world.

I felt a huge feeling, like chills up my spine, but it wasn't chills. It was a spiritual feeling. I know, I Know, it was a sign from God. The cross at the same time said something about hope.

I feel somthing now as well. A small spiritual feeling similar to the frisson when you hear some really special, beautiful music.

My hope returned then, and I don't think I'm going to lose it again.

I don't know what this literally upside-down world is. I don't know where we are. I don't know where I am.

I don't even know where I'm going with this post now. I was going to write something totally different.

But I felt I needed to write about this story I just told you.

The rainbow is God's covenant. At least that is the way it is in my memory. Of the old Bible, of the old world. Every rainbow is a circle. It has an upside, and a downside. It is not even a mirror. It is a whole.

I can't forget the visual representation of the Hero's Journey, as a circle. Maybe that is where we are. I think we can only go up the circle now.