The Temple of Remembrance is a story about the illusion of memory, and asks us about the guiding influences of memory in our lives. What relativity do you have to your past, and your future? Do you want to live within the ‘true’ nature of yourself? Is ‘who’ you are .. ‘what’ you are?
“It was a dark night, and as my footsteps echoed upon the stone steps, I hurried into the doorway of the Inner Sanctuary. They had already started, so I made my way silently towards the back and sat down upon the cold stone floor. He was speaking, the one they called the Father of All, dressed in his gown of indigo, and the radiance that emanated from him was so beautiful, as it always was.
I looked momentarily around me, to look lovingly at the Temple that had brought me so much joy, so much sorrow, so much pain, and yet here I was seated in the presence of He that I now knew to be the Father of All. Within me, I held me the knowing of my real true self.
The room was fairly wide, with a long narrow opening to allow the night sky to be visible upon the upper reaches of the room. The night was dark, the moon not yet visible, yet the room seemed somehow so very light with the presence of the wondrous beings that knew us so well.
He speaks of belonging, not to an individual, not to a belief, not to any one thing, but to belong totally within ‘all’. He says that belonging can be looked upon as a dependency of thought that allows another to take advantage, but in the belonging to all, there is a knowing that there can never be a separateness of thought, ever.