Chapter 146
Pardon me if things go round in circles a bit more than normal. This morning I find my brain is lagging behind my body & every time I turn my head I can feel the swell of movement catching up & the faint wash of nausea that flows through me the next instant. No looking around and sight-seeing between typing moments today!
What’s happening? I was thinking about prisms, not things that come up often in my daily conversation these days. Some time ago I was fortunate enough to happen upon a grass fire on my way home. Fortunate, because it was wee – small enough for me to put it out safely. I figured it was most likely started by someone chucking a cigarette butt out of their car window in the 5 minutes prior to my arrival…. or the only other catalyst I could figure would have been a shard of glass magnifying sunlight.
How many kids get to play with magnifying glasses nowadays? Would a child of the 21st century have the slightest interest or sense of awe? My brother and I on hands and knees in the grass and dirt, angling a convex lens to capture the sunlight and ignite leaves to start a fire. Of course, that was a few decades back in soggy England when fire risk was not a phrase in common parlance. I can’t remember any instance of uncontrolled fires around us in my youth. There were plenty of ‘controlled burns’ as farmers burned off the stubble. Since then, many more restrictions have been placed on farmers in the UK regarding burning, mostly due to smoke and pollution concerns.
That was probably around the time we used to melt down blobs of lead into puddles to paint red for blood for my brother’s Dungeon & Dragons games…
We spent hours at school grubbing around in the dirt with a magnifying glass, looking at the tiny critters that exist all around us. Grid-mapping on the back field at school – an innocuous looking patch of ground would reveal all kinds of wondrous things to my inquiring eyes. It did, at times, tend to default to massive quantities of dandelions and dock leaves, but you can’t have everything.
Back in the lab, sliding drops of liquid between microscope slides (I had to look that up, couldn’t remember what those little rectangles of glass were called)… then fiddling with the magnification until I could see the microscopic fiesta going on between the glass plates. I did a study on Daphnia, the common water flea – can’t remember a thing about them.
After magnifying glasses, prisms. That famous 1973 album cover showcased a prism. Magical rainbows fanning out from pure white light, that was something else. It’s all to do with speed, who knew? (Refractive Indices and all kinds of groovy things if you want to get a little deeper). Learning, teaching, absorbing information… everything processes at different times/speeds and we come to our own conclusions in our own time. The white light which the human eye sees easily, passes through a magical compound (glass, most often). Each light frequency travels at a different speed, so the time at which each frequency emerges creates a fracturing that manifests as clearly visible rainbows.
Each life is fed into our prism through the medium of parents and compressed, moulded, beaten and hewn by experiences over time, fanning out into a glorious rainbow to disappear into the great unknown beyond…
Our experiences will manifest later as something new. We have the power to refine and mould our daily experiences when we are working with sensitivity and awareness. A lapse in concentration may result in something quite untoward, but whatever it is, it’s a learning experience. Another blast of light penetrating the prism of existence, all destined to illuminate the magic of your soul. Go light the place up!
With gratitude and love,
Kat Dancer
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