Showing posts with label prism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prism. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2013

Memories in Light



I've had to add this beautiful photo of a prism caught in a diamond. I've always looked to the Light. Remembering my afternoon's as a child, hidden away in the attic of the large 4 apartment building that  my Great Grand Mother and Grand Mother rented, I can still see the dust dancing thru the gleaming sky, casting a gentle shadow in my imagination. The old attic had two rooms that were used in the 'old days' for the maid to live in. It had a rusted old bed against one wall and a broken wicker chair for my dolls to sit on.

The morning light was the best as the sun rose thru the window into the old rough boarded floor, casting the light into a beam that passed into the other room beyond. As it emanated, it twisted to reveal a prism that danced along the edge of the beam.  realizing, as a child does, it vibrated the air with a energy that erupted into a thought in my small mind. A remembrance, a story, a memory, or a time. To remember that the light is in itself, time...




 

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Prisms- Color that Heals

Prisms have always fascinated me sense I was a child. I remember a very much older woman who came to stay in the empty apartment in my building when I was about 5 years old. She never spoke to anyone except me, inviting me in for cookies and chat. She stayed only there a few weeks before disappearing with all her things, giving me a rhinestone necklace to remember her by.

All her belongings were packed into cardboard boxes around her as we
would set facing each other in her flat. My name was Princess Patrica Marie when we had our tea with raisin scones, dressing in our best the chat. The woman told me many stories
about her family, stopping occasionally to pick thru her boxes to
show me varies items she had collected over her life. One was a
crystal lamp with cut crystal 'tear drops' which hang off it. When
placed in the sun lit window, showed beautiful prisms of colours on
the rooms walls. She told me these were healing lamps and the colours
made people feel better, just by looking at them.

Now, many years later, I still love prisms. I keep  them in the window of my
meditation room, basking in the healing colours. 

 Prism colours heal on different planes, reaching the Spirit Plane, an inner dimension that is much higher then our physical realm. The dominant colour on this plane, is purple, just as the dominant colour of our physical world is green.
Each colour for me represents a chakra. Red base, orange
sacral,yellow solar, green heart, blue voice,indigo eye, purple crown
and white spirit...

The prism colours work with the divine help of Spirit and lifts the
mediators consciousness to higher levels. Meditating on the problems
and health concerns activates the Prism. Healing energy flows thru
the colours, and gently covers, surrounds, and penetrates, the inner
body's request for healing. The healing 'atoms' vibrate, with the
inner body and raises energy. Meditating on the colours
brings the vibrations were they are needed, descending
back to our physical bodies.




Wednesday, February 23, 2011

...another day off... : )

Another day off today...no call from work so slept in till 9pm, first time in months! My dog Elfie finally rustled me out of bed because HE had to pee! Planning a trip to Town today to visit my friends at The Whole You- Mind, Body & Soul- New Age Esthetics . I became part of their team last year but because of my regular job I haven't been in much to read... Their planning a psychic fair in April so must ask for that day off so I can attend...

I was lying in bed watching the light from my prisms dance on the wall in the early morning light. It reminds me of all the beauty we miss in our daily lifes. If only we could stop and look around us more...our lives are so busy, our minds always in motion with a million ideas and decisions screaming for our attention. Its not often we slow down and try to connect with our centre. Most of us are like plants growing in the shade...we reach for the light and become spindly and weak. Really we have to know that the light is with in us, to be quiet so the glow will come to us ♥
Prism photo by Me (Please ask permission to re-post)>