I was patient and ignored all cognitive echoes which had happened to me since I’ve last time described this phenomenon in the Hummingbird.  Yet another echo had #happened and this time I have gave in.  Here is the story. 
I have lost a word.  And this was so embarrassing – I have lost a pretty common word, not an opisthoproct or cosidoron (those are coming wherever I need them).  It was a good word, a name of that pretty common shrub with purple or white clusters of flowers.  You know what I am talking about? 
  In Europe this it is very common to old cemeteries and public parks.  It is a lot of it in New Orleans too.  So, anyway, half day I was cudgeling my brain, but it didn’t work, so I’ve left my poor helpless brain alone.  Then (next day) the help came, and as help almost always does, it came from above. 
That day I went to the chapel, where we’ve watched a movie before the service.  It was The Man for All Seasons.  So, there was the moment when Henry VIII with all his noisy retinue comes to visit Sir Thomas More in his home in Chelsea.  Of course, Henry came to coerce Sir Thomas to accept his coming marriage with Anna Boleyn.  Sir Thomas didn’t say yes to the king nor he didn’t say no and Henry VIII, enraged by More’s pertinacity, breaks a twig off a beautiful white bush of what-I-was-thinking-so-desperately-about-yesterday and even more, just to help me out, he says:

“Oh, lilac! … “

These words were followed with some quite obvious hint on what he is going to do to the obstinate Chancellor, but I didn’t listen – I had my own little pebble in a shoe just have been removed by no one else, but Henry VIII (or an actor playing Henry VIII for that matters).  Thanks to Henry VIII!  (How often one has to thank Henry VIII?  I guess not everyone and not so often, unless one is an Anglican in a good standing.)  Anyway, yes, it was lilac (white variety), and I was happy to get my lilac back!

Later, the same day I was reading Michael D. O’Brien Strangers and Sojourners.  (By the way, if you haven’t read these seven books of Children of the Last Days series, I highly recommend them, these two intertwined trilogies and one standalone novel are about coming of Antichrist and establishing of a totalitarian regime to the West are excellent by all counts.)  And so, in O’Brien I am reading a quote from Eliot:

April is a cruelest month, breeding

Lilacs out of dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain …

If this was a cognitive echo striking again (or Jung’s Synchronicity), then this time it was even more striking than before (see COGNITIVE ECHO, and COGNITIVE ECHO II).  Not only the word started coming to me out of most unexpected sources, but it did it as if my cudgeled mind had caused it to come up.  Of course, after examining the previous experiences I could say that this was pretty much the same effect, but, boy it got me excited!  Yes, cognitive echo happens much too often to be ignored or worse to be mistaken for a plain coincidence. 

So, here is a question – do we actually invoke the cognitive echo? 

Whatever it is, my numerous now observations indicate that it does not happen to a passive observer.  It takes some will and energy for this thing to manifest itself.  And if this is so – think how much more we can achieve with an utmost focus of our mind on a subject (whatever this subject may be).  Is it not some discovery? 

Well, I don’t really think so.  I think, people were using this effect for the past ten thousand years or more.  It is a pretty common human activity indeed, it is called prayer.

Literature, Art, Music, Culture and Nature; Metaphysics and Mysticism; Paranormal and Supernatural; World of Illusion; Prayer

Read Cognitive echo I and II here:
This masterpiece of Leonardo da Vinci emerged before my mind’s eye and then just ran me into a corner (figuratively speaking). So I was sitting in the corner of the dorm and cudgeling my head trying to recall the name of the painting. It wasn’t the “young lady” part I was after, but that little beast on her lap. What was the name of it?
This event had happened just two days ago: H. came to me and asked if I have any photos of hummingbirds. He needed it for a painting which he was commissioned to do and he wanted to see a photo for the right colors. I’ve looked through the high-resolution cache I have, but the nearest bird I could find was bird of paradise. He took it as a sub, but it was not what he needed and we both knew it.


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