What do we do when the world we know falls apart? What do we do when things we relied upon disintegrate, or what we deeply desired dissolves before our eyes? How do we accept that what we believed to be true actually isn’t, or that those we saw as our salvation can’t save us? When our personal Titanic sinks, how will hope ever float again?
"Is it REAL or is it Memorex?"
- One episode showed a robbery where all the witnesses remembered completely different things and were firmly convinced they were right. For example, one woman swore the assailant wore a white coat, but a video replay revealed that is was actually someone behind the assailant who wore white.
- Another segment showed us how we focus on specific things (like dance steps being performed) and completely miss other very obvious things (like the 7-foot-tall penguin that walked across the stage behind the dancers).
Our brains limit what we perceive on purpose in an effort to make sense of what we sense. We focus on what we think is important, but we miss the rest of the story. Additionally, our short term memory is fleeting. As time goes by, we remember less and less of the limited perception we had in the first place. What we think is true is never the whole truth and sometimes, well, it just isn’t true at all! We interpret “reality” through our own conditioning and beliefs.
What we focus upon creates our reality.
Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality.
It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.
New possibilities ask us to expand beyond what we know.
What I didn’t realize was I was actually a meld of both colors (GASP!) and eventually, the red-orange part of me demanded that it be seen and respected. It started popping up in my nightmares and life experiences. The more I tried to be blue, the more I saw red-orange all around me and the more intense the red-orange became. I felt like the red-orange was attacking me, so naturally I tried even harder to push it away. This, of course, didn’t work.
Eventually my dualistic world came apart. One might say the unloved parts of me “trumped” my hand. They blew up my blue system. At the time it felt chaotic. I was very scared. It felt like my world was ending, and I guess it was. Eventually though, I came to see this deconstruction offered me a great gift. It allowed me to create a life that was whole and honored all my contrasting colors.
Quantum COLOR is coming!
What if…play with me here…what if we considered the possibility that there is so very much more available to us than the dualistic “color du jour” we cling to (or its complement, which we resist)?
My highest priority these days has been to expand my perceptions. In doing so, I’ve discovered my beliefs always present my greatest challenge. Everything I once thought was “true” has been revealed to be a limited perception based on an old belief. As I go beyond my beliefs and let them go, I am starting to see that there are many many colors out there beyond blue and red-orange. There is every color of the rainbow AND there are beautiful multi-dimensional colors that have not yet been experienced by the human eye or mind.
The more my awareness expands, I am starting to see that these colors aren’t just “out there,” they are in me. In fact, they are in every one of us. These colors hold new potentials, new wisdom, new creative solutions, but we haven’t seen them yet. We have been focused on a limited perspective.
I wonder what might happen if we started looking for those amazing colors (even the ones we can’t quite see, and especially the ones we don’t understand) in the most surprising of places?
I wonder what might be possible if we saw each other not only as spectrums of color, but as painters, extraordinary artists, who can completely change the landscape of our reality?
Profound change is chaotic and non-linear. It brings endings that are new beginnings in disguise. New potentials are brought forth one person at a time, from the bottom up, from the inside out. My friends, we are the ones we are waiting for. To bring healing to this planet, we must see all the colors within ourselves, and then in each other, and begin to paint with them.
When faced with the “unfaceable,” I invite you to be curious. Some say curiosity killed the cat. I say it freed the inner kitten. When we are curious, we let go of the weight that holds us earth-bound, we follow the winds of inconceivable wisdom and are taken to new heights of understanding and possibility. When we are curious, we remember how to play again. We create safe space. We become creators.