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    I clarify that I am an Australian of non-indigenous bloodline, though I belong to two different First Nation groups through my father's adoption into those groups .
    When using the word 'our' in the same sentence, paragraph or story as the word 'indigenous' I am referring to global indigenous (earthlings) as well as making reference to Australian Indigenous where that intent is clear. Dad is an adoptee-lineal Indigenous Australian. I was raised in both western and non-western camps. Each had heaps to offer a curious mind. I love them both.


    A friend posted this on Shift.
    “When we look into our past we create, unknowingly, a memory of what we expect to find.”

    While I understood the sentiment, I have unexpectedly found things in my many boxes of notes and drawings.


    Poles of Elementary Memory:

    I was amazed as a kid to discover that the elders had so much knowledge. And that is - to recognise and appreciate that they had to have remembered all that knowledge. Then, as I got older, I realised they had even more knowledge. I just hadn't heard it yet. I had square pants, so I hung around.

    I heard a couple of times, "if you are asking questions you are not listening". Having a nature to take things quite literally (at least initially), I listened. With all my senses. And I often heard the telebone. These days Telepathy is colloquially referred to here as using the telebone. I guess that's a reference to the crystalline structures in our bodies that transmit and receive. Yes, I can hear you now!

    When we are listening in nature we are learning for ourselves. Listening with all our senses. There is the distinction between induced beliefs and knowledge and that which is gained through experience. The elders support, by confirming aspects of our experiential knowledge. In the indigenous camp if we were asked a question by the adults, we had to 'listen' for the answer in our environment. So it may take forty years to get it! "Croc fights shark. Who wins?" Watching, watching, watching, listening, listening, listening. Then, from enough data, logic kicks in.

    They say that scientists must write. This is recording memory. Documentation. In detail. Our art and repeated oral stories record memories. In detail. No writing in traditional Australian Indigenous culture. All the knowledge of the movements of the planets and stars, recorded in memory of the elders. No writing, no calculators or computers. Only oral stories and artwork.

    I was intrigued by memory. Even without realising it at first. As a kid I couldn't hold numbers still in my head. (Not to do with memory, but the significance will unfold.) This was a 'serious' challenge to my ego. Sitting on the floor with teacher asking oral arithmetic questions, I was unable to hold the numbers still in my head. The other kids could get the answer in a flash, while I was in the deep end. If it was on paper I could concentrate better, on my counting fingers. Then up to ten. Amazing how fast the rotation of tens can spiel off ones' hand when required. My toes were under the desk, usually, so they weren't handy. And we weren't supposed to make any 'other' marks on the paper!
    I admit, that even though I've evolved since those days, I still have only ten fingers.

    But what was critical in this situation for me, was that I discovered a way to cope. At the time I didn't know that. I just said to myself,' you must do this'. I developed a procedure. Dunno how, but this is what I did. I counted all of everything as I walked. And each time I had to hold the visual numeral still in my head. Then progress to the next one. Walking past the sports oval I counted all the fringing poles. Heaps. Down the street, I counted all the trees. Big mobs. Still doing this many years later in the big smoke I counted all the streets. Newly found friends were amazed that I could give such accurately detailed directions to places, having had been there only once before. They found it hard to believe that I was from out of town. All it was, was memory. Install and recall.

    When doing math, I always did it twice to make sure. There was never enough time to finish a test! Oh dear. I failed math. But when doing certain projects certain other kids relied on my data collection skills. In high school one dear friend always wanted to team up with me for projects. I suspect I know why! Because he was my valued friend and vice versa.

    Reflecting on all of this; I was listening to what was before me. Probably other things as well, like being interested in first place. When I read of Arthur Koestler's formative causality, it made sense to me. The more often something is done, the easier it becomes. Thereby giving rise to 'practise makes perfect'. I also realised that it is a tacitly learned behaviour in Indigenous culture here, visualising. It's normal, not incidental by occurrence. Doing things a hundred times in your head before you actually get to do it, et voila. I never played tennis until twenty-one years of age when I arrived in the big smoke. But I had watched heaps. My friends who invited me to play that evening didn't believe that I'd never played before when I beat most of them. Yeah, sure, I can move like a bullet and have reflexes that reflexologists would envy. But you still have to put it all together. The same for surfing and snow skiing in that same year. First time on a board and I was up, for a bit anyway. Then I got two really cool rides before the sun got low and the sharks come in. First time on the snow, Man, was that fun! Except when Laurie took one look at me on the learners slope and said, "Follow me". He took me to what he said was an intermediate slope. It was more than fun! It's one thing to manage a bare slope without obstacles but now on a much steeper tight track with those trees and rocks coming up real fast I was seriously into that adrenalin. Though I did say when I survived to the bottom, "Laurie, you are one crazy bastard! I wasn't really ready for that!" But he just responded nonchalantly, "Oh, I knew you could do it."

    Back as a kid I can remember telling myself in certain situations, 'I need to remember this'. I would draw it. Sometimes twice. Sometimes thrice. Dunno the word for four times. Mice? Dice? Anyway, I would often recall something and tell it to mum or someone. Then I'd tell it again. And again. Nowadays my mum still remembers some of these things because I was so consistently persistent. Nothing to do with me be annoying by having a propensity for talking too much anyway! Except when I'm listening.

    Later, in the workplace and tertiary science studies, my quantitative visual estimation skills came in handy. As a mature-age student I had to sit a qualifying math course for uni entry. Luckily I had a beautiful teacher. He understood I needed to do a lot of 'homework'. I ended up with a High Distinction. Somewhere I still have my legal cheat-sheet. With very tiny writing so as to cram as much info onto the allowed 1 x A4, double-sided page. Luckily for me, the development of very tiny discernible writing as an art-form was something that took place for me as a kid. Dunno why, but I loved it. And I remembered that love.

    Today I'm interested in the construct that polarity, or, magnetic polarity, supports memory. This ends up being contextually applicable, like within electronics of computers. Or does it apply to our universe as well? Whatever universe theory, boundless, expanding and contracting, where are its poles? Or doesn't it need them to remember what it is? The Torus has poles. The holographic construct seems to suggest that the universe would too. Though things are not always what they seem. Apparently. Anyway. Just curious.


    Today, I don't remember certain quantitative details of childhood, all those sports oval poles, power poles and trees. They faded in relevance to moving on. I remember well the energetics of what was going on for me.

    I discovered many years later my mum had the same issue with 'the swimming numbers in the head'. She also does math twice.

    When you look at Indigenous art, they are memories of stories and information, many in incredible detail. Documentation. Aboriginal Dot, X-ray and Rarrk is amazing!

    These days when conducting tours I tell the visitors up front, "if I forget to tell you something, make sure you remind me". Nothing to do with senility, merely mirth.
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