The Memory of Water



'The Memory of Water'
According to vol 333 of Nature magazine in 1988, Memory of Water is a name of a homeopathic theory. Here's an extract from the magazine, from an article called A Homeopathy Theory: The Memory of Water:

"While studying allergies in 1984, Jacques Benveniste, M.D., research director at the French National institute for Medical Research, observed that when highly diluted solutions, or homeopathic remedies, were administered to allergy systems, the systems reacted as if molecules from the active ingredients were, in fact, still present; in other words, it appeared as if water retained some trace of the active molecules. This controversial theory has since become known as 'the memory of water."


Reputable scientists regard homeopathy as pseudo-scientific bullshit, on the basis that its proposed mechanism is bilge and its claimed effects cannot be shown to be anything other than placebo.

'Fisher King'
The Fisher King is a part of the Arthurian legends, first appearing in a written text in Chr├ętien de Troyes's Old French verse romance, the Conte del Graal (Story of the Grail), or Perceval, of c.1180.

The Holy Grail is said to be the cup used by Christ at the Last Supper and at his crucifixion where it was used to collect his blood from the wound in his side. Joseph of Arimathea, the man whose tomb was used for Christ's body, brought the Grail to Britain, where it lay hidden for centuries. It was believed to be located in a mysterious castle in a wasteland guarded by its custodian, the Fisher King, a man with a wound that refused to heal. According to the legend, the wound and the blighted lands would be healed once the quest to discover the Grail succeeded.

'This bird has flown'
'This bird has flown' is the subtitle of John Lennon's Norwegian Wood, a song which alludes to an affair Lennon was having but didn't wish his wife to know about.

Here are the lyrics:


Norwegian Wood (This bird has flown) Lennon/ McCartney

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.

 Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer

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