A RAINBOW REALM

On Saturday, May 16, 2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Planet’s presently plopping like a pan of porridge at its peak, and who in the right hemisphere of their brain would blame her?

Forty volcanoes around the globe erupting in unison, thirty-four of them around the Pacific (a word meaning ‘peaceful’) Rim. Not called ‘the ring of fire’ for nothing.

With the Hawaiian Islands dotted in the centre, Kilauea Peak exploding forth in fire, molten lava lake levels loom larger, licking and lapping the crater’s rim.

Leaden lava flows forge through fertile forest, mowing down tall scorched conifers, turning charred timber to solidified hot grey cinder cement, undersea eruptions offshore Oregon.

Whole islands rise from the deep, some submerge. Intercontinental shakes and quakes, a tinkering and tampering with postulated particles, headlong and heedless of lessons of Atlantis.

To puncture the living fabric at vast expense, devoid of concern, even of sanity and sacred common sense or a time window wide enough for wisdom.

Hole-ism fanatic and extreme, pushing beyond limits, diabolical, deceitful, desperate as a trapped rat and, ‘only seeking but a minutest postulated particle of god.’ Really?! By looking through the wrong end of a telescope?

Being of course, in stark cold contrast, merely the tip of a metaphorical iceberg, and a cool sobering stern-face reminder to ‘chill out’. Enquire within. Just be humbly thankful for what is.

Just as Hawai’i could well be the tip of Lemuria rising, and who do you think will try to lay claim to that? A tectonic proverbial plate we will have to step up to. Relinquishing being a fan of oil-fed flames and all forms of explosion forever.

Thereby too the ‘natural or manmade disaster dichotomy’ and even the doctrinal primordial ‘big bang’ mantra. We do not consent to explosions.

Retrospectively, receptive of echoes out of the blue silence of May, almost a year ago to the day. Solitary experimental photo-shoot meditation, creative spring- time celebration invocation, A GLOBAL SPRING, (see archives, May 2014.)

Receiving seasonal echoes out of the blue as promptings. Equipped only with aspiration to evolutionary potential of intuitive aesthetic refinement and a blank slate. To dive deeper into those rainbow energy fields, so did just that.

Worship of explosions being the old model we will have to let go of as unresolved childhood trauma temper tantrums posing as power. All they left us with is a lot of holes, in the ground, in communities of families, individual lives and souls.

Whoreship itself, being a dualistic subservience promoting hierarchy, obviously, if you stand-under. Masochistic self-putdown, false humility.

Alternatively, energy fields is a better metaphor. They are demonstrably omnipresent and experiential. That way, you are not an anomaly among anomalies standing out in the field. Devoid of self-worth, doomed to disintegrate in a never present future.

Not a thing among things, separated by nothingness, which is just non-sense. As if something and nothing could exist independently. When you return to your senses that’s self-evident anyway.

This way, we don’t end up with a load of holes, or even obsession with controls, as when all is seen as separate and therefore other. As energy fields, we don’t end up.

Being already one-with the whole. If you were not, you wouldn’t last more than a few seconds, neither would anything ‘else.’

Energy fields can be and are photographed by the way. In particular by a very unassuming man called Harry Oldfield. You’ll find him easily on the internet.

While, i’m focussed on the aesthetics of everything, by natural preference. The rainbow spectrum an iconic overarching palette pertaining to and reigning over lush living diversity within the visible field of light.

Even though a finer frequency than interacts within the optical eye pervades and bathes everything and we are one with all as that.

The spectrum as a whole is most likely infinite beyond present perception. I like to express with what’s at hand. Imagine being bathed within these flowing fields and folds of benevolent colour frequencies of feeling as being our birth right in these realms. Rainbow fields forever. ~

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Martin Rainbowmaker