25 2017 May

Color

Other than a shape of an object, the component that flashes a stark impression on my psyche is color. A basic staple of existence never defined or understood. I am not certain when my elemental sensitivity to a variety of frequencies arose. Maybe three years ago, as a response to reading, then watching ‘The Celestine Prophesies’.
Ever since that time; when I gaze at my surroundings, especially nature’s riot of shades-I experience a heightened sense of perception. Trees, bushes, the sky all take on a spectral aura.
Maybe it’s the result of experiments with mind altering substances as a young man. All I can say for sure; when I concentrate on the colors, I experience a rush of adrenaline-mixed with a mysterious bio-chemically charged-kinetic energy.
Greens shout at me – a vibration of hue, communication at a basic level.
Blues evoke a dream of calm water lapping against a pier.
Reds cause me to wince at the beauty.
When I’m driving past a tree or bush, glancing at the sky, a pull occurs, clarity about the moment-time and place combine and reverberates in my skull.
My eyes connect, relate, to my surroundings through a mystical process.
Yes, we know about the retina the optic nerve. Yes, there are rods and cones-sensitivity to light, the Macula, Cornea, Vitreous Fluid. And we still cannot explain the entire process of vision.
So when I speculate about color how it manifests in this reality we call life. It fills me with awe. We can imitate what light shows us, some are better than others at rendering what they see. But, as in Quantum Physics, we become a part of what we observe. Raising questions about the quality of our observations.
Photons stream from an object, not from our eyes. What is the medium that the light travels through? It does well in a vacuum, no interference or elements to bend this holy medium. Yet, there still must be something else.
Do you know about Wilhelm Reich? He died in the mid 50’s in Lewisburg State Penitentiary. Had more degree’s than I can count. This guy was friend’s with Freud, Jung, Tesla perhaps Einstein. He sought the (Life Force) the component that enabled Marconi’s radio to transmit its signal. He called this substance Orgone. Which he claimed to capture in a specialized organic cube. He was arrested for transporting an (organic collection box) across State Lines. This device was not toxic, it would not explode or spread disease. Yet, the Feds nailed this brilliant sage and threw him in prison where he died.
Not an uplifting story. My point, color has many properties which alters perception of our environment, outside ourselves, as well as in the recesses of our mind. These frequencies, fine tune our reaction to the world around us. If you are skeptical, fiddle with the colors on your TV or monitor. Watch a movie with the hue and tint at the opposite setting you usually use. This experiment will change your overall impression of a movie, television program or entertainer, when seen in a different light.
Color, the spillage of photons, a representation of light’s properties, a wave front with endless possibilities. Please do not take this miracle for granted. It permeates every atom of existence with the exception of the ultimate anti-light, known as darkness.

2 2017 May

A Nameless Energy Captured in Structure

I just found out that my first speaking gig as a writer would be at a Synagogue in Elkins Park, Pa. called Beth Shalom. Great. I’m all fired up. I can’t wait to share my thoughts with the congregation. Now people, I never spoke in front of a crowd larger than a dozen seniors at a security seminar, yet I’m not nervous about the prospect. I feel like I was meant to be in front of people. Laying it on the line.
I am not familiar with that particular location. Never been there. The first customer in DeJaView Optical after I got the news, says to me.

“Oh what a magnificent building. One of the last creations of Frank Lloyd Wright, don’t you know.”
“That’s a famous architect,” I stated unnecessarily.
“You have never seen that place, for real?”
“Don’t think so,” I admitted.

After the initial discussion; dozens of people shared their impressions of the structure.
“It is a temple built for spiritual voyages someone told me.
“The lighting is incredible,” another insisted.

“The Lord dwells in that holy space,” a relative confided. Then I saw an article written about the building in the Enquire. What a coincidence. The congregation is celebrating the 50th anniversary of the temple’s completion.
The article included a picture of the interior, and I almost fell over. This would be the second time this year that I saw a building that matched the architecture of buildings created in my imagination. In March I saw for the first time, in this go round, a photograph of ‘The Mercer Museum. I swear that to my recollection; I have never heard of or looked upon that structure before. Yet in Book One of my three part series I described a place I called ‘The Patterson Retirement Enclave’ which in my story was on a road just above Doylestown Pa.
Also in ‘ Psychedelic Prophet’, a Messenger from God with the help of a contractor, transforms regular buildings into Spherical Temples. In book Two, ‘The Sphere’ I describe in detail, buildings similar to Beth Shalom, that bestows a sense of euphoria to those who enter; their sacred interiors.

Ever since I’ve started this project the incidents of thinking about a particular outcome and witnessing it go down that way, has increased by ten-fold. I am blessed to be given the opportunity of speaking in front of an esteemed congregation of free thinkers. I anticipate scanning eyes that emanate intelligence and humbleness in equal measure. It would be terrific if the audience participates in my discussions. Everyone will get a great deal out of the subjects included in ‘Psychedelic Prophet.’ From ghost’s, time travel, religious beliefs, miracles, astral projection, levitation, control over weather, magical financial instruments. And that’s just Book One!