I am sometimes aware of having been a place other than where I am. Not in terms of a physical location, but also exactly that.
I often wonder that my early childhood is a blur. I have moments where I can recall the elder who raised me, and moments where I can recall training. I have always been this way, I feel, and it hasn’t been a point of concern for me until now. I wrote it off as the weakness of my mind and soul before my training, and the evasiveness of youth. No one remembers their early years, and I always thought that I simply had a longer period of irremembrance than others.
Now I can no longer dismiss it. I have no recollection of the events my comrades at arms describe over the last few hours. I couldn’t begin to tell you where I was or how I escaped the island in the middle of the Breaker siege. I don’t know whether my mind left my body or if I somehow entered the haze in my entirety.
Is it the fluid nature of reality, or the fluid nature of consciousness that is responsible for this effect?
I need to understand this, not just for my own peace of mind but also to ensure that it will not bring harm to my companions, who are generally excellent, if somewhat unrefined.
I will meditate on this when our safety is less imperiled.