#memory technique

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Can you teach your follower to create a mind palace? How does one create a mind palace in the first place?

Visualise a place, can be a house, a street, or in my case a palace. For you all a house would be a good place to start, like your own, because you are familiar with it so you don't have to make up your own layout (you can though if you want to but it will be a more difficult start), and map it out inside your head. Then save data inside it at certain areas that you can memorise easily like certain rooms or cupboards or fireplace et cetera. Connect the information to a place or an object to memorise it, for example I store my violin music at a music stand inside my palace, and then mentally walk around the palace retrieving that information by going to that location. Of course a prerequesite of a mind palace is to have a good visualisation ability and mental capacity. If you are unable to visualise a palace inside your head, you won't have the foundation for a mind palace.

[winterofherdiscontent]

. moon kitty (2021)

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

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[sayakxmi]

Big fan of whenever Shindou just looks at a friend succeeding in something, and going "I'll make sure that the ball you [insert action] will lead to a goal.". He's so proud of them and wants to show his appreciation by making it as meaningful as possible.

[cable-salamdr]

Zane panicking over seeing amnesiac Jay in the tournament and impulsively shouting at him to just turn his memory switch back on

[pilotofstarshipfables]

Some things I use to sooth the body when the somatic flashbacks hit

Heating Pad: Put it anywhere on the body where it relieves pain for you. Bonus points if the cover has some something nice on it. Ours has unicorns 🦄

Sippy cups with a soft opening: gives me something to bite on without the suffocation other oral stim toys sometimes give me. This is also a good one if you have jaw pain. 🍼

Your favorite candy: Helps ground and dispels taste flashbacks 🍬

Soft blanket: If you have to feel unwell at least the bed can be a pleasant sensory experience 🛏️

Calming music: Here’s a playlist to get you started but feel free to do whatever regulates you best

Flashcards with affirmations and grounding techniques: These should be kept wherever you are most likely to be when you experience flashbacks, eg. purse, nightstand 📝

Stuffed toys: Yes even adults can benefit from this! And if you age regress or are a system this will help the little ones feel safe 🧸 Hugging them distracts from other more unpleasant sensations

Ice packs: These can help ground you. Can also help with trauma related pain flairs 🧊

Most importantly remember that you will get through this. The sun always rises, the pain always lets go eventually. You deserve to live and see brighter days 💜

[myokk]

Poppy + unicorn😇

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have some more of my MLC longfic, where DFS wakes up while being carried back to Lotus Tower to a rather unpleasant surprise. (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

cw/tw: flashback to past imprisonment/allusion to past non-con (to skip, don't read the two italics lines starting with "Red robes.")

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Di Feisheng’s eyes flew open, the faint echo of a hated bell ringing in his ears, and he tried to wrench his legs away from the arms pinning them in place.

“It’s alright, a-Fei,” soothed an oddly familiar voice, attached to not unfamiliar arms, which pressed his legs tighter against an unfamiliar flank. “You’re safe. It’s just a dream. Do you need to get down, or do you want me to keep going?”

Di Feisheng blinked and tried to force his spinning mind to work through the pulsing, stabbing pain threatening to split his head in two. He was being carried somewhere, that much was certain, but everything else had been covered by a layer of fog. Why couldn’t he remember? He shook his head to clear it and instantly regretted it, swallowing hard to force his stomach contents to stay where they were. 

“A-Fei?” The person carrying him stopped walking abruptly. “If you can hear me, tap once for down, twice to keep going home.”

Interesting. Weak and helpless as he was, he was being given choices. And as much as being stationary sounded preferable, going ‘home’ would give him time to remember what home even meant. And who this person who apparently shared it with him was. 

He tapped twice.

“Alright,” said the man carrying him. He started walking again, even more quickly than before. “It’s not much further now. You’ll be with him soon. Just hang on, a-Fei.”

Him? Who was–

–Xiangyi, his mind supplied. Li Xiangyi. Li Lianhua. 

Images of swords and slender fingers and a smirking mouth flitted through his mind.

“You can rest your head against me again, a-Fei,” the man whose hands weren’t Xiangyi’s said, “I really don’t mind.” A pause. “Or are you feeling better? Did the Yangzhouman help? I hope it’s alright that I tried again. I couldn’t think of what else to do. You weren’t responding when I called your na–”

–Yangzhouman? Xiangyi’s qi? 

He took a moment to check his meridians, and yes, there, buried under the pain and exhaustion, was its gentle, warm thrum.

“–Don’t understand! I kept it away from your Baihui acupoint this time! So what did I do wrong?” The young man sounded worried, and increasingly so by the second.

Hmm. The worst of the stabbing pain did originate in the Baihui acupoint. And there was some sort of blockage around it comprised entirely of Beifeng Baiyang–nearly a complete seal–that was keeping the rest of his too-meager qi from circulating smoothly. Yangzhouman would clear the blockage instantly, but judging from what the man had just said, clearing it had contributed to if not caused his current incapacitation. But if he only thinned out the blockage instead of eliminating it, let some of his own qi through, it might help him regain his strength along with the swaths of memories he was so clearly missing. And maybe it would make his skull feel less impaled.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled some of his qi out from his Baihui point and sent it toward Qianding closer to his forehe–

Red robes. A high-pitched giggle. Hands yanking down his undergarments, and–

Di Feisheng jerked back, gasping for breath, almost pulling free from the arms that trapped him. Or . . . held him? 

Blue robes. The jangle not of a bell or laugh but of a jade pendant against a tiger head pommel. A familiar arm and shoulder catching him before he could hit the cave floor– “A-Fei! What are you–what happened?” the man–no, Fang Duobing–asked, craning his neck to try to look over his shoulder. “Are you in pain? Should I stop?”

Di Feisheng shook his head and closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists against Duobing’s chest as he wrestled his lungs and mind back under control. That was the past. It was over and she was dead, no matter what images were playing in his mind.  

“Alright. I’ll–I’ll go faster. Just hold on.” Duobing took off into a full sprint, Huli Jing barking and running by his side.

[murdleandmarot]

Hey guys, Memory is, like, a really good song

[call-me-casual]

Everyone blame @missmeltycat for inadvertently reminding me about this show months ago and it now spiralling into becoming one of my comfort shows /j

[justajsworkshop]

the secret to revision is that remembering is only imagining. you’re not convincing yourself that things happened differently; you’re just remembering the past as you desire it to be.

[dreadark]

thanks to lemuen complaining about aulus not shutting the fuck up, I think we can safely conclude he was in fact the guy thorns was fighting in leonhardt's kin memories

this still doesn't explain why leonhardt has thorns kin memories but I don't think that one is ever being explained

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

“Memories and dreams are intermixed in this mad universe.” Jack Kerouac

[mak3n]

[goduckly]

All Johns does

[mushroomgothic]

just downloaded this very basic app my husband told me about to memorize the digits of pi. spent an hour in a hyperfocus daze and now have 108 digits memorized 👌👌