So, the book is called The Sense of Being Stared At. It is by Rupert Sheldrake and it was recommended on a FB group site. I find it interesting, in that he begins by discussing something we all experience, or most of us do. That feeling one gets when someone is staring at them. You know, you look around to see who might be looking at you or you feel the urge to look around for some reason.
He is a biologist. He approaches this from a biological as well as a psychological point of view. I am not very far along into this particular book but I understand at some point he make the connection that memories can be passed down through our DNA just like some instincts are. He refers primarily to the instincts that other animals, such as dogs have. Like knowing when we come home, what time, and knowing when it’s our car in the driveway, etc..
Now, some of you may have read his works and have a better explanation than I do. Please feel free to correct anything I’ve written.
I am particularly interested in his chapter on telepathy and his discussion of the brain and how images work. In the course of working on my novel, I have felt from time to time, that I am being fed images of things that happened to an ancestor and as I write, the scene is almost given to me. I hope that doesn’t sound too off. The novel has always felt like a work I have to write. It would no doubt be easier to just write a simple romance .
Anyway, it looks like I’ve come full circle for the moment. Back to ancestors and do we or do we not carry their memories inside us, regardless of how the memories got there. I think we do.
Here is my picture of my brother Michael that I promised to put in my blog. He died in 1987 of AIDS. I met him when I was 18 and we knew each other for 11 years before he died. He is the first biological sibling that I met. See Adoption posts.