{"id":4938,"date":"2019-05-20T12:39:35","date_gmt":"2019-05-20T19:39:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=4938"},"modified":"2019-05-20T12:39:37","modified_gmt":"2019-05-20T19:39:37","slug":"that-time-i-got-stuck-in-an-elevator-in-the-empire-state-building","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=4938","title":{"rendered":"That time I got stuck in an elevator in the Empire State Building"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>It was circa-1970-something, I was standing to the left and slightly \nin front of my grandmother who was petite which is why I thought I was \nprobably older than I was.&nbsp; I recall my Dad being in the elevator too.&nbsp; \nSo excited that we were going to the top of the tallest building of it&#8217;s\n time.&nbsp; And then the lift stopped with a jerk, I could feel my knees \nbuckle a bit.&nbsp; There was a few moments of panic stricken unspoken fear \nbehind wide eyes.&nbsp; I can&#8217;t tell you how long it was down for, my best \nguess is only a few moments.&nbsp; I also can&#8217;t say much about the view from \nthe top of the building.&nbsp; Regardless, I&#8217;ve told this story dozens of \ntimes in various conversations over the decades &#8230; And then there was \nthat time I was stuck in an elevator in the New York City.&nbsp; Which I did \nthis week at the dinner table when there was a relevant tangent in the \nconversation.&nbsp; <br>\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"494\" src=\"http:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-3-1024x494.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4940\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-3-1024x494.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-3-300x145.png 300w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-3-768x370.png 768w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-3.png 1311w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>But this time, I stopped myself at the beginning of the shaggy dog  story and I thought &#8230; wait &#8230; I can see the picture in my mind&#8217;s  eye.\u00a0 And I remember the details of that day as if it was &#8230; well, the  last time I&#8217;ve told this story &#8230; but Grandma Pauline never left  Belleville.\u00a0 Okay maybe twice to go to the Jersey Shore.\u00a0 You see  Sandyhook was my childhood scrapbook long before the shooting will  forever make it a tearful memorial for the world looking back.\u00a0 But  Grandma didn&#8217;t ever go to New York.\u00a0 Why I hadn&#8217;t put those two things  together before puzzled me even more.\u00a0 (And in truth, Dad did take  Grandma to my graduation in Pittsburgh, so she definitely left Jersey at  least that once.<br>   <br> I talked to Dad on the phone this morning and asked him about my  memory.\u00a0 He couldn&#8217;t recall ever being on the Empire State Building  either.\u00a0 But I knew that I had, if not as a young child certainly in  High school when the Renaissance Club went to see an off broadway  production of Death Trap my junior year.\u00a0 He suggested I may have dreamt  the incident.\u00a0 But it seemed so vivid.\u00a0 Dad also suggested that perhaps  we went to a &#8220;big&#8221; department store with Grandma Pauline, and it&#8217;s  possible we took an elevator then.<br> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>During the conversation, we also talked about some other memories of \nBelleville and who lived on the third floor of the house next to 260 \nGreylock parkway.&nbsp; I realized that there was a lot of misplaced people \n.. great aunts and great grandmothers that had gotten scrambled in my \nmind.&nbsp; It brought to mind once again the illusion of our solid reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Each of us shape our conditioned egoic mind based not on things that  happened as such, but stories of puzzle pieces from people, places and  things that may not have held water as much as they reflected back to us  our emotional experience at the time.\u00a0 These chemical fingerprints of  memories on our gray matter make up what we make up about life and who  we are &#8230; who others are in relation to us .. and the overall theme of  our persona.\u00a0 <br> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The collective group of jigsaw templates are held together with  neural networks which sometimes get rearranged, but mostly we keep  adding new &#8220;experiences&#8221; to our model that match the matchbox  hippocampus diorama of our brain.\u00a0 Sometimes there are triggers and our\u00a0  <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=w2Ov5jzm3j8\">old town roads<\/a> get shanghaied into <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Shanghai_maglev_train\">Shanghai maglev<\/a> bullet trains that take us to places in our <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/web\/\">wayback machine<\/a> of our misaligned-miasma-memories. Which certainly feel real in the me-moment.<br>   <br> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/en\/3\/3f\/DisneyETicket_wbelf.jpg\" alt=\"Image result for e ticket disneyland\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>The redneck has an <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/E_ticket\">E-Ticket<\/a>  that takes him to Tomorrowland for a small haunted world ride all day  extravaganza.\u00a0 In his dark jamboree it is me-against-the-world and he is  alone on a loop of burning in the essence of his being.\u00a0 He leaves me a  thousand times in his mind on his dark days.\u00a0 And when they are coupled  with my hyperadrenergic POTSholes we are on a voyage of sunken  submarines.<br>   <br> We each get stuck in our own narrative now and Zen.\u00a0 Clint Boyer went  HAM on rival Ryan Newman after the dash for cash last weekend.\u00a0 Throwing  punches through the open netting of the door at the driver.  In  the moment, in Boyer&#8217;s mind he was convinced that Newman wrecked him.\u00a0  \u201cWhere I come from, you get punched in the nose for that, and that\u2019s  what he got.\u201d\u00a0 Watching the replay footage, it later became clear Newman  did not cause the spin out and it&#8217;s probably also probable that Boyer  is still going to hold a biochemical fingerprint even if his logical  brain knows better.\u00a0 They&#8217;ll certainly be watching the two for another  dustup next week.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How important are false memories?&nbsp; How much of our remembered self \nnever quiet sat as we saw it from the iris of our mind?&nbsp; When I see you \nright now how much of that is filtered through the misleading memories \nin my mind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There is no knowing of course.\u00a0 The practice has never been about  finding answers.\u00a0 It is as always about questioning &#8230; everything.\u00a0 And  knowing that we really can&#8217;t know anything for certain.\u00a0 And when  possible .. if we find our self throwing punches in our <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Pineal_gland\">pineal gland<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.dictionary.com\/browse\/anamnesis\">anamnesis <\/a>we  may be able to stop the elevator just long enough to realize the train  we are about to board never really gets us where we are going.\u00a0  Regardless of the past each of us have survived the next step forward  depends more upon where we set our sight in front of us than the  millions miles we walked to get where we are standing today.<br> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"533\" src=\"http:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-2-1024x533.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4939\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-2-1024x533.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-2-300x156.png 300w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-2-768x399.png 768w, https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-2.png 1538w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was circa-1970-something, I was standing to the left and slightly in front of my<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dharma"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4938"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4938\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4942,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4938\/revisions\/4942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}