DNA Memory

If what I’m about to write were any less scientific we would call it fiction. So I’m calling it conjecture.

A long time ago a four-year-old boy living in New England got up one morning speaking perfect German. His parent nor the child in question had ever set foot outside the borders or the United States.

I laughed it off.

A couple of years later an adult seemed to be aware of events and situations that were impossible for him to know. I considered it fake news, a good story. He claimed to have been a fighter pilot.

How could such things be possible. The brain dies and that’s the end of the line, as I know it.

A couple of years back I read a novel that was set on the Scottish Coast near a ruined castle. A young lady, a college student came there for the summer. She was drawn to the castle. After a time she began having flashbacks – names of people who lived in this castle during the 14th Century, a lover, a marriage on a bridge that crossed a stream. These fragments of knowledge dragged on much of the summer. Eventually, she visited a local, retired physician. After a brief examination he assured her she wasn’t losing her marbles. Instead, she was experiencing the effects of DNA Memory. Of course, having not heard this term mentioned, she questioned that diagnosis.

He agreed there was not much evidence backing it up, but he considered it, in many cases, true. He pointed out family traits handed down through generations in spite of there being no physical link to the past. “How can we account for a person inheriting given characteristics such as hair color, eyes, voice, dispositions, height, weight?” he asked.

The author’s explanation was so convincing I looked into it more thoroughly. And I’m convinced there is some truth to this theory.

One spring morning of 2017 I found my answer while observing house flies.

On this given day the humidity was extremely high, maybe a point or two short of rain. And the flies were terrible. Out of self-defense I located last year’s fly swatter. As soon as I picked it up the flies vanished.

Did they recognized the fly swatter? How? Not a solitary fly could have survived the winter and then drawn the 2017 youngsters into a huddle to pass along last year’s knowledge.

Is it DNA Memory, wisdom embedded in the eggs, and one fragment of that knowledge explains the fly swatters?

I’m asking.

 

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