Trypophobia
So they finally figured it out.
For years, children would remember past events that could not be explained. They’d tell their freaked out parents about drowning in a former life and the terror that went with it. Or dying in a car accident. Or falling off a mountain. Mind, these were things these kids had no way of knowing about. Of course they’d grow out of it later. The freaky memories would be long forgotten by the time they reached school age.
But not the phobias.
There was still the chill of fear when one would go swimming in the ocean, thalassophobia overwhelming them as they froze up in terror over something they couldn’t quite explain. The claustrophobics would panic at even the hint of a too tight space, feeling the smothering agony of oxygen leaving them without actually experiencing it. Acrophobics would choke up just looking at a tall building, their hearts beating fast at the terror of being at the top and slipping…
Don’t even get me started on the fear of spiders.
No one made the connection between the past life talk of all these children and the phobias they later exhibited until scientists studying epigenetics, past memories and other things passed down through DNA, became all the rage.
But epigenetics couldn’t quite explain this phenomenon. Sure, we can be afraid of something from watching someone else experience it, but that didn’t always explain the swooping terror felt for certain things. The truly irrational phobias.
They struggled to understand it, to scientifically explain it. One day, a geneticist who I bet had been toking one too many joints, had an idea. He designed a machine that measured the energy of a dead body in a whole new way, and was disturbed to find that energy only left the body when it had completely decayed or burned or whatever. A portion of that energy traveled right on into the next body, the most viable fetus it could find, and that is how scientists discovered reincarnation and death memories.
Which leads me to my biggest fear. Many claim trypophobia is not a true phobia. Fears of clusters and holes, and things burrowing and living where they shouldn’t. What makes this fear so strong in some and non-existent in others?
Can you think of nothing?
Imagine what happens to the carcass decaying underground in a box, the maggots and worms making food of it. Imagine a sort of lingering consciousness as your body is consumed around you and you are unable to move in your death.
Your death memory transfers into a new body. Memories fade with age, and it’s so hard to understand why you recoil in horror at the sight of a lotus flower or a burrowing parasite.
The thing is though, you may have forgotten all about your former death, but the phobia still lingers.
In conclusion, please cremate me when I’m dead.
