You've talked a lot about the practice of remembrance. I must say it's not a dominant part of my life.
Nor mine. Our energies are aimed toward feeding our distractions, toward maintaining the facade of who we think we are; it's a full time job. And yet with the slightest taste of real remembrance we feel its incomparable value.
But even my attempts at remembrance often feel unauthentic, like I'm missing the boat.
Again, you are not alone--but remember even those attempts are a form of remembrance.
Well they can create awareness of an absence of self from Presence, gradually creating an inner smouldering that can sometime become a flame. It creates an unrest that matters, that can become a reminder.
Regardless of what degree of real remembrance or not, regardless of whether it's the real thing or not?
Best to disregard levels and degrees since many comparisons just create more distractions that steer one off course.