Prism

The BWD in 2003
July 10



Through the Prism


It’s like we travel around peeking in other people’s windows to discover our own selves. We pay to attend seminars so that others can sell our own self-esteem back to us. What’s up with that?

It’s all about vibrations. Not good vibrations or bad vibrations, just different vibrations. A variety, like the variety in music. What do you feel like today? Some Milumet drumming and chanting, or the song of the Sumari with it’s haunting sounds and unique arrangements?

Vibration is light. Light through a prism separates into the colors of the rainbow, each vibrating at a different frequency. And color is personality or trait. Look it up in the dictionary.

Each color has its own archetype personality, the slowest red to the highest vibrating purple in the spectrum of the rainbow. And each of those archetype colors has billions upon billions of variations in the mixing. You have sunflower yellow, mustard yellow, buttercup yellow, banana yellow, pale yellow, and on and on. This world is a big paint store with all the different hues displayed like racks of paint chip samples. It’s a candy store of color for the choosing. Pick the samples you like, leave the rest.

We paint ourselves and our environment with our favorite hues, adding shadow for depth, highlights for interest. Each of us is artwork, our own living painting, and each expression is unique and individual and like no other. Can you look at someone’s painting and say, that’s a wrong painting or a bad painting because you do not paint like I paint? Or you’re not painting within the limitations of established rules and that is what makes it wrong or bad. But then who gets to make the artistic rules?

Paint in paint, sand, physical body, the art of science, or the science of religion, the choice of occupation, the choice of hobby. Paint in speech or song or dance or music. Paint in the styles you wear, how you decorate your living area, what you choose in conversation. It doesn’t matter the medium, it matters the individual expression, for each is valid and not really subject to anybody else’s rules regarding the limits of artistic expression. Paint in dung if you like, it’s been done.

I love thinking of the muses as archetypes, which they are. But to me they are arch types. The different types of colorful expressions in the arch of the rainbow.

And then there is a little matter of the color black. White is the combination of all the colors and represented in light itself. But what about black?

Black seems to stand separate, the way Sumafi stands separate. Black is often used to frame a painting, the way Sumafi frames society. The black robes of the elite; the educators, the ministers, the judges. The black energy center is the portal to one’s essence self. We assign the color black a mystic quality, seances are held in the black, and we often prefer a black room for sleeping or meditating, as if we automatically know that black is ones connection to ones own essence self. The biggest mystery is the black hole.

Black makes the other colors stand out, and compliments them in a way that does not conflict, only accents. Black is pretty cool, I have lots of black in my closet. Black seems right for any occasion, except for maybe weddings, but that’s changing. It’s that dressy black dress with the pearls, that never goes out of style.



The Color Alert

Red Alert - The long-wave end of the visible spectrum, and the slowest vibration. Red slows you down and grounds you to the earth, like the roots of a tree. Red alert would mean like everybody take a nap.

Orange Alert – Orange is the mixture of the deep rooted red of our sexual being and the passion of yellow emotion. Orange is the color of the desire to reproduce. It’s like having sex with someone you love, compared to someone you don’t. There’s an added orange kick to that. Orange alert would mean like everybody fuck.

Yellow Alert – Yellow is the alert to pay attention to. Yellow is the passion and vitality of all the blessed emotions, the true gods and goddess of ourselves. I wondered why the Greeks had so many gods and goddess, and they all represented either elements or emotions. (Although emotion is actually an element of our dimension.)

The Greeks didn’t run and hide their heads when rage, fury, or frenzy knocked at their door the way we pretend that these don’t exist because they are bad. We pretend not to notice when rage kicks in the door and knocks holes in the walls of our barriers. Although we do pay attention when rage has a gun and shoots everyone in the room during the ethics (rules) meeting.

Strong emotions do seem to take over like a god with a mind of its own. So the Greeks defined all the elements, gave them names, images and personality. And the head honcho god, Zeus, represents the collective combination of emotion, something we call weather. Yellow alert would mean like everybody pay attention to the emotional self, it might have a gun.

Green Alert – Green is the go ahead signal. In the energy centers it is the color of love, but not in the romantic sense, love in the sense of appreciation of our own artistry. It is the color of healing, and nothing is more healing than a green meadow on a misty morning. Or you could combine those two and say healing is the appreciation of your own artistry. Love of self. Works for me. Green alert means drive on over to that mental meadow of appreciation and watch the elk.

Pink Alert – We don’t seem to have a pink alert, unless it’s Martha Stewart. Watch out, pink alert, here comes feminine.

Blue Alert – Blue is the alert of communication. It could mean you’re down, you’ve got the blues, and you need to tell someone. But you have to repeat it several times. For instance;

I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the blues
And I’m feeling soooo bad.

I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the blues
And I’m feeling soooo sad.

I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the blues
That man of mine, what he dunnn to me.

Seems more like a desire to communicate.

Indigo Alert – This alert is very misunderstood. We call the Indigo Children indigo because it is the color of perception. The lapis that the Egyptians wore on their forehead. The third eye. But indigo, navy blue, to me is close to black with just a little variance of hue. Perception plus connection equals black and blue. Indigo alert means don’t beat yourself up.

Purple Alert with its offshoot of violet – Isn’t it interesting that purple is deep, like Deep Purple. It’s deep like the sexuality of red, but with a different hue to it. It’s the highest vibration, and the color of royalty, imperial power, or high rank. Purple is the color of the intellects understanding of the heart. Like in the Purple Heart of valor. Violet on the other hand seems to be an herb or a flower.

Nevertheless, purple is the shortest wave length, and the fastest. Purple can run the quarter mile. A purple alert compares to a sugar rush.