p.1 #1 · In the Green - 9 - Edited for a little conjuring Celtic. :)
Some more green than others. It’s a colour that can’t be avoided. It’s everywhere, even if it looks like no nature could live here – if here were a hole in a wall – there it is, green – if only a speck to start with. Nature’s primary colour.
And between the Sun and Earth, with some influence of the Moon and planets, all the other colours arise, each having its own place of being – like leaves on a Sunflower stalk, or orbits about the sun.
And it is all done inside, deep in the psyche that is the inner of deep solar space. It’s where colour is made, first. Then it happens ‘out’ here. In other words it is created in the act of seeing.
A form of intellectual materialism. Reality having its basis in the pure (of thought) intellect and sense providing the canvas for the projection. We are projective beings.
Intellectual materialism, the term or name given to the inner process by which we build or materialize the World - of work, business, politics, relationship. Also accounts, at a deeper level of the pure psyche, for the materialization of the Earth.
The World is not the Earth, it's what we built on it. If you close your eyes you may, or may not, see a little green in the void. It may be a flash, or a slow pulsing haze, or a spot in the blackness. That's the essential Earth from which all the magical forms we sense are born.
But you can't believe a word I say, because I might be a bullshitter. A teller of tall tales, an Irishman.
