I realized that moments of self-remembering do occur in life, although rarely. Only the deliberate production of these moments created the sensation of novelty.
Actually I had been familiar with them from early childhood. They came either in new and unexpected surroundings, in a new place, among new people while traveling, for instance, when suddenly one looks about one and says: How strange! I and in this place;
or in very emotional moments, in moments of danger, in moments when it is necessary to keep one's head, when one hears one's own voice and sees and observes oneself from the outside.
I saw quite clearly that my first recollections of life, in my own case very early ones, were moments of self-remembering. This last realization revealed much else to me.
That is, I saw that I really only remember those moments of the past in which I remembered myself. Of the others I know only that they took place. I am not able wholly to revive them, to experience them again.
But the moments when I had remembered myself were alive and were in no way different from the present.
from Ouspenky's 'In Search of the Miraculous'