I don’t think the subconscious is the ultimate repository for all memory. Mind can be trained to store up memories of worthwhile episodes of our lives. These memories cannot have the subconscious as their ultimate destination because the subconscious dies with the physical brain. It is a part of the mind that is only temporarily lent to us while we are utilizing a physical vehicle for life. Also, the quote below says that these worthwhile memories can be recalled at will, meaning no trance or other hijinks need be done to dig these memories up out from their mirky depths.
(1779.4) 160:4.12 Train your memory to hold in sacred trust the strength-giving and worth-while episodes of life, which you can recall at will for your pleasure and edification. Thus build up for yourself and in yourself reserve galleries of beauty, goodness, and artistic grandeur. But the noblest of all memories are the treasured recollections of the great moments of a superb friendship. And all of these memory treasures radiate their most precious and exalting influences under the releasing touch of spiritual worship.
I’m fairly certain, but not absolutely sure, that the subconscious is a repository for those mental experiences which have not been thoroughly processed, meaning they have not yet found a proper place within the conscious thought scaffolding. Some of the stuff swirling around in the subconscious is not worthy to be part of a conscious thought scaffold, judged probably by the individual’s own conscience. I think the conscience is a gatekeeper to some of the nonsense that resides there, preventing it from being expressed. But the conscience may be only partially successful because sometimes the nonsense breaks through, either in covert sublimated ways or all the way into overt consciousness, which is what happened to Judas.
Why don’t all thoughts get processed, sorted, labeled and snuggly fit into our working thought structure? Some of them may be taboo, some of them may be so partial and incomplete they can’t be processed, others may not have gained enough significance to the individual for the conscience mind to consider and others are so foreign they have to wait until a place is created for them. There are probably plenty of things we experience everyday that we don’t process. For instance, does anyone know the color of the walls in your local supermarket, or workplace lunch room, or other place you frequent regularly? Most people couldn’t say unless they made a particular effort to remember it. Stuff like that is seen by the mind and relegated to useless information, unworthy of processing. But we are told that we can train the mind to process, memorize and store that which is worthy. So the bottom line is probably determining what is worthwhile and working to get it into the active memory stream.
I know a little about this because I’m brain damaged. Don’t laugh, but I had to go to school to learn how to remember things. I used to enter a supermarket, stand there wondering where I was, how I got there and why I came. It would eventually dawn on me that I was in the Shop Rite and not the Acme or Whole Foods. And of course I knew you usually go to those kinds of places to buy food . . . but what food? I’d write lists and leave them home, leave them in the car, put them in my pocket and forget I put them there, or find them and not remember why I wrote them, then go off script. There were even times I would be holding the list in one hand while desperately looking for it in my purse with the other hand. Crazy stuff. So then I’d buy a bunch of things for whatever reason, bag it up, put it in the car and go home. Hours later I’d say to myself, dang I need to buy cheese. Out I’d go and repeat the process only to find, days later, bags of rotting food left in the car along with several blocks of cheese. So yeah, I did a lot of memory training for many years – hence the artfully integrated computer crutch. You people think I’m a TUB quote Frandalank, but it’s really all done with smoke and mirrors.
