When it comes to learning… I’ve had some complex engagements with education which have taken me close the to brink…
I sincerely believe that everybody should be a life long learner yet I get frequently frustrated by how knowledge is delivered… so much so that I tend to shun anything that has even the vaguest whiff of formality, in favour of trotting off in my own merry way to hunt down and round up whatever catches my eye as I check the pulse of the cosmos with my self-styled tools that in my idle hands will become Mrs Sealey’s version of a Swiss Army Knife, encompassing stethoscope, microscope, telescope, kaleidoscope and gyroscope…
Often it is the HOW of learning rather than the WHAT I’m learning that fascinates me… Occasionally the two collide and that grabs my interest threefold and moves my brain through four dimensions and beyond…
Sometimes when I decide to learn new things, it’s almost as though I can feel my thoughts move around my mind like Mercury in a maze… scattering, scrambling, rolling, reeling, breaking apart and merging again and almost impossible to bring together as a whole in the centre and sit it still… where I can examine everything at once… and work out the nature of this fleet footed spirit…
Thoughts need wrangling but what kind of harness will fit…
Sometimes I stumble across such a harness…
I’m learning Astrology and I must admit, I was a bit mmm… about signing up for classes that would be going on for a year… but I’m hooked…
I’ve spent the last few days working through exercises on Venus/Neptune…
I flip my tool kit to Babel fish…
I drop down a couple of lenses…
Psychedelic optometrist…
Shift… tweak… focus… sharper… clearer…
BINGO!!!
There it is… suddenly all is dancing, like the old lady who reads a complex crochet pattern and sees the garment rather than rows filled with glyphs of Sc in next 2 dc, ch 2, sk next 2 dc, rep from * across to last 3 dc; ch 2, skip next 2 dc, sc in last dc and in 3rd ch of turning ch-3; ch 3, turn…
Ha!!! I see in every direction all at once, forwards and backwards in time…
My Mercury Maze moves aside and makes way for images and memories and ideas yet to come all to slide and glide with ease… just like that big old screen in Minority Report…
Except… I’m not due to kill anyone…
Oh… and my screen has much better colours!
Though… the music is pretty close… 😉
The pure and blessed way 