66,600mph round the Sun do we travel, not a figure to be taken lightly. If we're here to learn, we have to dig for knowledge. Some devote their lives to lessons others can adapt, share, appreciate and forge their own concepts from, Einstein being the best human example that comes to mind. There are thousands, all inspirations of one kind or another, some well sung and some not so well sung. Our perceptions colour everything, and what we see is what we get, our language telling us what is ‘right' and what is ‘wrong' according to our own scheme of things.
The lark is said to sing melodious; in fact a skylark sounds like a cross between a starling and a lawnmower, but it sings from such heights that we are hard pressed to see it, so its rolling song becomes a magical thing - we miss it when we hear it less often, as we do these days - those blessed to live in the countryside mourn the passing of lark song as we do the hedgehog and the damsel fly. Fragile things, these creatures which hover in the high places and forage in the unseen, little portals to the living consciousness of the planet which we readily interpret and just as readily fail to preserve. The nightingale is famed as a beautiful songstress, but only the bachelor male will ever grace the dusk with a lament. His tune compared to the common thrush or blackbird is just as liquid and fragrant as others of his kind, but he sings when darkness is upon us, so he becomes a magical thing - a portent of nature at the dawning of the moon. Terry Pratchett writes in Wee Free Men of the sound of sight, as onomatopoeia describes words that sound like they are written, as in cuckoo, as he says, but ‘glisten' would be the sound of oil on water, as ‘spat' is the sound of water on fire. What we see and hear are therefore intrinsically connected and it makes sense that the five senses are only awaiting a sixth for completion, to plunge us into the Dark arena where the gems that form Light are patiently sitting to Unite with us, and provide us with the Completion we all desperately, blindly seek. We've got the language, now all we need is to fast-roll some circuits.
The lark is said to sing melodious; in fact a skylark sounds like a cross between a starling and a lawnmower, but it sings from such heights that we are hard pressed to see it, so its rolling song becomes a magical thing - we miss it when we hear it less often, as we do these days - those blessed to live in the countryside mourn the passing of lark song as we do the hedgehog and the damsel fly. Fragile things, these creatures which hover in the high places and forage in the unseen, little portals to the living consciousness of the planet which we readily interpret and just as readily fail to preserve. The nightingale is famed as a beautiful songstress, but only the bachelor male will ever grace the dusk with a lament. His tune compared to the common thrush or blackbird is just as liquid and fragrant as others of his kind, but he sings when darkness is upon us, so he becomes a magical thing - a portent of nature at the dawning of the moon. Terry Pratchett writes in Wee Free Men of the sound of sight, as onomatopoeia describes words that sound like they are written, as in cuckoo, as he says, but ‘glisten' would be the sound of oil on water, as ‘spat' is the sound of water on fire. What we see and hear are therefore intrinsically connected and it makes sense that the five senses are only awaiting a sixth for completion, to plunge us into the Dark arena where the gems that form Light are patiently sitting to Unite with us, and provide us with the Completion we all desperately, blindly seek. We've got the language, now all we need is to fast-roll some circuits.
Here is, as I was taught it, just to make sense of what I've written there:
Birth, Development, Strength and Protection, Learning, Change, Dark, Light, Unity, Completion.
...the numerical sequence of 1 to 9 I had to get up at 6am each morning to learn by rote, and it took me six months to ‘pull it out of the air', decipher and understand it. When I had, I could see the tumbling events of life going round in a whirlpool of things related, tidy eddies of instance and coincidence that spin wheels within the wheel of life. This was a lesson set to task without much help I was old enough to recognise, like learning to swim.
The Change we're all going through is much more unified than we give ourselves permission to believe. By the time we swing the corner it'll be on everybody's mind that this home we have here needs something other than what we're giving it, but the answer doesn't come easily, because it's a big place, this planet, and we don't yet understand how small we are. When we do, we'll become quantum, and we're all born knowing the rules, just as we're all born able to swim - only fear holds us back from taking the plunge, because we were weakest when we knew them by heart, and the older we get the more fears there are to choose from. The more negativity gets a foothold, the fewer positrons get a chance to shine.
Birth, Development, Strength and Protection, Learning, Change, Dark, Light, Unity, Completion.
...the numerical sequence of 1 to 9 I had to get up at 6am each morning to learn by rote, and it took me six months to ‘pull it out of the air', decipher and understand it. When I had, I could see the tumbling events of life going round in a whirlpool of things related, tidy eddies of instance and coincidence that spin wheels within the wheel of life. This was a lesson set to task without much help I was old enough to recognise, like learning to swim.
The Change we're all going through is much more unified than we give ourselves permission to believe. By the time we swing the corner it'll be on everybody's mind that this home we have here needs something other than what we're giving it, but the answer doesn't come easily, because it's a big place, this planet, and we don't yet understand how small we are. When we do, we'll become quantum, and we're all born knowing the rules, just as we're all born able to swim - only fear holds us back from taking the plunge, because we were weakest when we knew them by heart, and the older we get the more fears there are to choose from. The more negativity gets a foothold, the fewer positrons get a chance to shine.
Quantum leaps, Andy said in the pub the other night, are small, so how can they be of any significance to us, as we are not small? He's right in the sense that quantum leaps (‘quantum tunnelling' may be what you want to look up now, in a minute, somewhere else), are very small in terms of the space they cross at a scientific level, but it's worth remembering that when they do this tunnelling business they do it at more than the speed of light, yes MORE THAN the Hallowed Constant of Light Speed, as in E=MC2. Speed of light was long thought to be ‘it', as far as science was concerned, and nothing in the Universe could break it, it was said. But quantum particles, unfortunately, can, and they do so so damn quickly that time, in that instant of quantum leaping, goes into reverse. Yes. Time goes backwards when you're quantum tunnelling, so it's hardly surprising you don't feel a thing. But we have to bear in mind that very few trains can travel at 66,600 miles an hour, and even Richard Branson's Virgin SpaceshipTwo won't touch a nanosecond of that at 2,485mph. Perhaps next time he'll call his invention something more imaginative.
When we've gone through the Change and the Darkness hits again, it's only a matter of time before Light comes flooding back (strong stuff, Light, we can see it to the farthest reaches of the known Universe and even 26.6 billion light years beyond that - a quasar is thought to be 40 billion years in the making before the light from it reaches our eyes, and the Universe is thought to be just 13.4 billion years old) to Unify us enough to forge a Completion. All this can happen in the space of two seconds, or twenty years, or anything in between. So time isn't really a constant we can rely on, for it doesn't get us very far to try thinking in terms of relativity when human relativity is so deeply biassed in ways we can't yet begin to fathom.
Every life is unique, it's all connected, and there isn't a beginning or an end, there's just infinity. We don't go there, it's beyond our comprehension. Fine, maybe we just don't need to go that far. Maybe in our mind's eye it really doesn't matter that we can't get there, maybe we only have to be able to see it. Maybe it's Maybelline.
Every life is unique, it's all connected, and there isn't a beginning or an end, there's just infinity. We don't go there, it's beyond our comprehension. Fine, maybe we just don't need to go that far. Maybe in our mind's eye it really doesn't matter that we can't get there, maybe we only have to be able to see it. Maybe it's Maybelline.
The pictures, as usual, tell stories of their own beyond the looking glass.
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