At this point I had decided to use two characters — myself and a nineteenth century scientist — to tell my story about memory. But as I began writing I soon felt a strong spiritual aspect to my story. Anyone who has gone through longterm psychotherapy often feel a deep spiritual growth. You, as the client, develop trust with your therapist, which blossoms into an openness, which reveals the true meaning of love. Once a cocoon, you become a beautiful butterfly.
Long before the written word, the ancient Greeks conveyed the complications of mortal life, and left veiled advice for future generations through stories, myths, and legends. They brought human qualities and quests to life through the exploits of an assortment of gods, goddesses, and other mythological creatures. Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, seemed to be the logical choice for my story. Mnemosyne became my metaphor for the spiritual growth. Only through her love would the secrets of memory be revealed.
Although I chose Mnemosyne for my metaphor, God, a hidden force, or whatever you choose, could be yours. I leave it to the reader’s imagination to choose how they experience the spiritual aspect of my story.