Monday, November 2, 2009
The Dancing Queen...of Heaven!
I've mentioned that I'm reading the newest Deepak Chopra book, and yesterday I was reading a section about perception.
Chopra talks about how opening ourselves up to the possibility of synchronicity and messages that we will begin to notice how often these things occur.
He also points out that you can just stay where you are and write this stuff off as coincidence or explain it away with "science." (Again, I put science in quotes, because science, like any system, is a metaphorical language attempting to explain the ultimately unexplainable.)
But staying in that place is cynical. (I am really simplifying here; read the book.)
In the end, like I've said before, I would rather be on the side of the freaks than the cynics. I mean, I would rather see meaning in everything than meaning in nothing.
At the very least, this is way more fun.
This morning, Marcy said to me, "That's what drug trips are often about -- altering perception, opening up your mind to other ways of seeing."
There is no illegal drug tripping going on in this house -- for goodness sake, I can barely take Advil -- but last night, accidentally, there was some of the legal kind.
I have been having a very difficult time getting a good night's sleep. I'm excited and wound up, so it's for good reason, but lack of sleep is still lack of sleep regardless of the Why.
So I caved last night and took a sleep aid. Oh, my...
I don't remember how I got here but...
I have this small, about 2 inch high, glow in the dark Mary on my bedside table. I adore kitsch and I especially adore extreme kitsch of the religious nature.
Marcy had reached over and turned out my lamp because the sleep aid was already kicking in.
I looked over at Mary and she was...dancing!
I sat up, and according to Marcy spent at least 20 minutes watching and talking about Mary dancing, until she finally got me to put the Mary on my pillow. I fell right to sleep.
But the dancing!
Marcy just fed the fantasy, saying things like "Maybe Mary is going to tell you something..."
So I waited. But she was only interested in boogieing.
Today, I felt totally embarrassed. I have never had such an experience.
Marcy pointed out that it wasn't embarrassing and why not, why not, see it as a wee bit more than just a drug induced hallucination?
Why not notice that she was dancing? Why not find some meaning in that?
Why not, indeed?
(Photo & Text Copyright: Christine C. Reed, blisschick.net, 2009)