Dear Phil,

I do like that very much.

I also believe in what you said here.

Thanks much.

Blessings,

Pat Ferguson
At 05:35 PM 5/17/2009, you wrote:
>Unconnected Linked Memories
>
>
>By Phil Scovell
>
>
>
>I have at least three enfant memories of which only one was 
>confirmed by my mother.  I won't recollect all three memories except 
>for the one related to the topic of linked memories which are 
>seemingly unconnected.
>
>I was literally an enfant when this first of three memories 
>occurred.  I told my mother about it many years ago, before she 
>passed away, but she had no memory of it herself so she couldn't 
>confirm the reality of the memory I had.
>
>The memory was when I must have been about two or three months of 
>age.  It is a snapshot type picture, that is, a single frame with no 
>other things involved except myself, the room, and the crib I was 
>in.  I was in the basement of a church.  No, I have no idea how I 
>know this but when I see the memory in my thoughts even yet today, I 
>know I am in the basement of a church.  There is some sunlight still 
>coming through the windows but it is nearly sundown because I 
>remember the light was turning to dusk.  I also somehow knew it was 
>in a church, a small country church, or a church in a small town, 
>where my father was preaching.  He often drove 50 to 60 miles on 
>Sunday mornings, or evenings, to country churches without pastors 
>and preached, at sometimes, every Sunday for several months until 
>the church was able to afford a full time pastor.  On Sunday 
>evenings, sometimes morning services, too, the family went with 
>him.  In this case, as I said, I could tell by the light slanting 
>through the basement windows, evening was fast approaching.  It was 
>also warm so I new it was summer type weather outside.  I wasn't 
>hot, or uncomfortable, but it felt just right to me.  I was lying on 
>my back.  A baby bottle was lying on top of me but the nipple had 
>slipped out of my mouth.  I was alone but I was aware someone wasn't 
>far away, my mother perhaps, or some lady in the church watching me 
>while mom played the piano for the service upstairs or while she 
>sang a duet with my father.
>No, neither one of them could sing very well and mom had a high 
>squeaky voice but I learned a long time ago, it didn't make any 
>difference in smaller churches such as we attended when dad was 
>preaching.  Normally nobody could play the piano or sing very well 
>in the church anyhow.  Dad could play the harmonica very well, 
>however, and as kids, we used to always beg him into playing at home 
>because, Corky, my fox terrier dog, hated the sound of that 
>instrument.  He would howl, bark, and carry on something terrible 
>when dad began to play.  The piano never bothered Corky but boy did 
>he hate the harmonica.  So, back to my memory.
>
>As I said, I was the only person in the memory event.  The most 
>memorable part of the actual memory picture, however, was the safety 
>I felt.  No fear, no worry, and absolutely nothing frightened me 
>about being alone.  I just felt perfectly content.
>There is no more, nor less, to this memory.  That was it; plain and 
>simple.  So, what does such a memory have to do with anything?
>
>First, let me tell you that I heard, on Focus on the Family, many 
>years ago, Doctor Dobson, and two guest child psychologists, on the 
>radio.  They had written a book and recorded some tapes about this 
>very issue of tiny children, even babies, having memories.  My mom 
>actually heard the program and ordered the tapes for me because she 
>knew of my enfant memories.
>Doctor Dobson actually confessed that he, too, had a few of 
>incredibly early enfant memories so I guess I'm not so crazy after 
>all.  The child psychologists affirmed that children with very early 
>memories of this nature are generally highly creative people.
>
>        In English class during my senior year of high school, we 
> had been given a reading assignment.  I had met with my teacher at 
> least once because I had given her one of my short stories and she 
> wanted to talk to me about it.  She was one, of two, high school 
> English teachers that strongly suggested, as a 17 year old high 
> school student, to consider becoming a professional writer.  I 
> thought they both were joking at the time.
>
>        In this lady's English class, after we had conducted the 
> reading literature assignment, which had some poetry we were 
> required to read, she was asking student's opinion about the 
> poetry.  I generally am not a fan of most poetry, especially the 
> classical type, but one of the poems caught my interest.  I still 
> have it on my computer to this day.
>Believe it or not, it was written by the husband, Percy Shelley, 
>whose wife wrote Frankenstein, Mary Shelly, in the early 1800's.  If 
>you wish to read "The Cloud, click on the link at the bottom of this 
>article.  By the way, the only classic I read in high school that I 
>truly liked was Frankenstein and not because it was scary, like I 
>figured from seeing the movie, but because of the immensity of 
>Christian truism the story carried.  I only read it once, it was too 
>boring to read more than once, but I remember it well.
>
>         During the class discussion, of which I rarely 
> participated, when the topic of the poem by
>Shelley called The Cloud came up, most students who replied, said 
>they didn't like the poem at all.  I raised my hand, to the 
>teacher's amazement, and when she acknowledged me, I told her the 
>poem was one of the best I had ever read and that I rarely cared for 
>old poetry of any type back then.  She then asked me why, along with 
>some other related questions, and then she paused and said, "You 
>know something, Phil.  Knowing you as I do, I'm not at all surprised 
>you like The Cloud by Shelley because you are an abstract 
>thinker."  I knew it was a compliment but it was years later before 
>I understood what she meant.
>
>My so-called abstract thinking, as it were, according to my long ago 
>English teacher, turns out to be a spiritual asset once the Lord 
>called me to be an intercessor years ago in 1985 when I was about 33 
>years young.  It has been in recent years, about the time I turned 
>50 years of age, before I had a spiritual understanding of the 
>abstract thinking concept.  In prayer sessions, I find myself 
>thinking in ways that assists the person in thinking about 
>possibilities on unraveling confusing and confounding memories, 
>concepts, dreams, and personal experiences.  No, it isn't a skill, a 
>learned technique, or spiritual, or mystical, methodology I obtained 
>by being smart.  That's something I ain't, smart, that is.  I'm just 
>a common old western boy, more farmish than city sophisticated, who 
>wears a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, no horse yet, and lives a 
>basically simple life.  I'm not rich, highly educated, I only have a 
>3-year Bible seminary degree in theology, so I can't even qualify as 
>a Bible scholar, theologian, a Scriptural expert, or certainly I am 
>no Bible answer man.  If labeled anything, I'm just a layman who 
>thinks Jesus is the only thing worth talking about overall. So, now 
>let me return to the topic of unconnected memories which are linked 
>to show you how Jesus can heal things we cannot even comprehend.
>
>The second memory is older, that is, I was a young man in my 
>earliest of twenties.  It isn't important to describe the second 
>memory in detail but it is related to confusion, rejection, and even 
>anger and resentment.  It occurred, as is so often the case, just by 
>an experience was forced old wounds to the surface which I didn't 
>even know at the time I had.  Now, in my late fifties, and after 
>literally decades of perpetual recollections of the second memory, a 
>connection between the two, totally unrelated memories was made by 
>the Holy Spirit.  It isn't as complicated as you might think.  In 
>fact, it is so simple; you'll wonder why I didn't psychologically 
>make the connection of the two memories myself.
>I didn't, because I couldn't, and only the Holy Spirit could by 
>making the connection between two wounded areas of my life.
>Besides, it was spiritual in nature, and not psychological, in the 
>first place.  The first memory I described, had no pain or 
>woundedness associated with it at all.  In fact, it is a good and 
>pleasant and comforting memory, and whenever it surfaces, even to 
>this day, I have a pleasant, fuzzy, warm and secure feeling 
>associated with the enfant memory.  So how could two totally 
>different memories, one good and one spiritually injurious, be 
>linked, or associated, when it comes to being healed?  Good question 
>and here is the answer.
>
>During the literally years the second, unpleasant, and painful, 
>memory surfaced in my thoughts and emotions, I continually, and this 
>is an automatic thing, that is, I don't have to practice it, it just 
>happens because of what I know prayer to be, focused on the memory 
>event and spiritually examined all the emotional painful elements of 
>the memory as I tried hearing God's voice related to the pain.  As 
>already mentioned, I felt some emotional pain, rejection, 
>resentment, anger, loneliness, that's one I hadn't mentioned yet, 
>and just plain frustration.  I attributed the whole thing to my 
>youthfulness, I think I was just 19 at the time, in fact, I know I 
>was just 19 at the time now that I think about it, and figured it 
>meant nothing.  Nothing, that is, until I was in my fifties.
>Then it really started appearing frequently in my thoughts and 
>emotions and the more it did, the more spiritually frustrated I 
>became.  Why?  Because, the truth of the memory was not 
>forthcoming.  I often gave up trying to figure it out and just 
>turned it over to the Lord to some day show me.  Fortunately, he finally did.
>
>As I have said for many years, painful memories, and wounded 
>experiences from confusion and personal uncertainty are used by the 
>Enemy to keep us spiritually unbalanced in many various 
>ways.  Additionally, some areas of woundedness will not, and cannot, 
>be healed until other areas are first spiritually repaired by the 
>Holy Spirit.  This is not to make you a better person, that is, the 
>more inner healing we experience is designed to make us a better 
>person or even a better Christian; it is designed to make us more 
>identified with Christ.  This is, quite simply, Lordship 
>salvation.  People will, and do, confuse it with being a better, 
>more spiritual, and Godly, Christian.  It is no such thing and the 
>one who thinks so, is trapped by pride, legalism, and perpetual 
>works salvation in order to maintain a stable, so thought, Christian 
>relationship with God through Christ.  Nothing could be further from 
>the truth of God's Word.  Plus, such Christian, so called, behavior 
>never works in the long run, regardless how hard we try.
>
>In recent weeks, as I consider the second memory that continually 
>was surfacing in my mind and emotions, I simply could not see the 
>problem.  Oh, sure.  Lots of things were wrong in the memory but it 
>had nothing to do with the present.
>
>         When I was praying recently, the enfant memory of the baby 
> being in the basement alone, immediately popped to the surface of 
> my mind.  This confused me even more because, no matter how I 
> viewed the memories which I associated in later adult life, I 
> simply could not find a comparison to this first memory except it 
> related directly to the enfant in the basement.  In one, I felt 
> safe and secure and content.  In the other, I was frustrated, 
> rejected, and totally confused about my Christian identity.  So 
> where was the comparison?  Upon asking the Lord that very question, 
> the Holy Spirit finally showed me.  The only connection between the 
> two memories was based upon the first memory and the feelings I had 
> of safety, security, and contentment.  Jesus then showed me that He 
> was in both memories and how I felt was how He wanted me to feel in 
> the second.  The Enemy, on the other hand, clouded the second 
> memory with doubt and fear and confusion and thus the presence of 
> the Lord wasn't detected.  Now, through prayer, the connection was 
> made and I could feel Jesus in both places.  Thus, two totally 
> unrelated memories were, in fact, linked and the second could not 
> be healed without the revelation of the Holy Spirit imparting the 
> truth found in the first memory.
>What was that truth again?  It was Jesus being in both places at the 
>same time.  That's right; twenty years apart.  He was there.  By the 
>way, this immediately healed dozens of other similar memories along 
>the same lines over decades of time.  Why, because the Lord 
>continually, although I examined many other similar memories, always 
>took me back to this one place when I was just 19 years of 
>age.  Once again, I saw how certain wounded areas of our life can 
>only be healed when we allow Jesus to heal only in His way and in His time.
>
>Isn't this a difficult way to live?  On the contrary; it is the 
>easiest Christian life one could possibly ever experience.  No, of 
>course, it doesn't mean life becomes easier, less stressful, and 
>minus heart ache, worries, and concerns.  It means that Jesus 
>becomes more and more the Lord of your life; your entire life.
>One thing many people with whom I pray tell me, "I didn't realize 
>Jesus was clear back there in my childhood."  Most confess at this 
>point, "How could that be?  I wasn't even a Christian until I was 25 
>or 30 years old."  Regardless of what you believe, I personally, 
>along with many others with whom I've prayed, have seen, and 
>experienced, Jesus clear back to our birth; some, as in my case, 
>still in the womb.  Yes, I know it sounds weird but I don't care 
>what you believe; I know Jesus for whom He is in my life and He was 
>at my birth and showed me why.  Read, "I Born happy," on my website 
>and you'll understand the particulars of that birthing experience.
>
>I can confirm three amazingly distinct experiences in my life the 
>form the beliefs I have to this very day.  My salvation, of course, 
>when I was just five years of age, the experiences in, "I Flew Kites 
>With Jesus," on my website, and the one I just mentioned; "I Born 
>Happy," which is also on my website as previously mentioned.  You 
>are welcome to believe, or disbelieve, whatever you like but I know 
>Jesus personally in a way I never dreamed was possible.  I again 
>stress, this is automatic, that is, in my spirit where the Holy 
>Spirit dwells, and I never have to work at being a better, more 
>successful, Godly Christian.  Jesus has done all of that for me 
>already.  All I am required to do is walk with Him in 
>holiness.  Wait just a minute.  Don't I still sin?  Of course, but 
>First John 1:9 still works just as quickly and easily and smoothly 
>today s it did when John wrote it, or did you overlook that eternal 
>promise in God's Word.  The general problem is, however, we haven't 
>been healed enough to believe the truth and Jesus said it was the 
>truth that would set us free.  He wasn't just talking about 
>salvation because He confirmed to His disciples that He was sending 
>the Holy Spirit to assist us in our every day life.
>
>Now, when are you going to allow Jesus to heal you?  Are you 
>striving to become perfect?  Is you goal to be Spirit filled, maybe 
>speak with other tongues, achieve a spiritual status in the church 
>as a Godly man or woman, and maybe even witness, or perform, a 
>miracle or two before you die or before the Lord returns?  Good 
>luck.  In the mean time, I'm living my Christian life as each day 
>unfolds and letting Jesus be the Lord of all my life.  It is a lot 
>less work that way.  If you prefer performance based Christianity, 
>then God bless you.  I'm just not that good of a Christian mimic.
>
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>
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