Friday, June 21, 2019

The Spectral Realm



   What is the spectral realm? There are two initial meanings of the word specter:  "of, or relating to, or suggesting a specter;" and "of, or relating to, or made by a spectrum."  Arbitrarily this presents a choice, yet who is to say that in reality the two aren't blended? Perhaps apparitions are but the next phase in a spectrum.  A specter is a visible disembodied spirit. It's something that haunts and perturbs the mind.  A spectrum may be defined in many ways, from a continuum of color when white light is dispersed through a prism, to any continuous sequence or range of effectiveness against pathogenic organisms.  Phantoms are pathogenic.   For the purposes of our narrative, we will assume they are quite virulent. That's what makes them scary.  A spectral realm would be a region where malevolent spirits manifest in a fashion not unlike a rainbow lacking a verifiable prism to produce it, one not so colorful as one might imagine.  It has been suggested that light itself may serve as the prism through which ghosts are dispersed into our view.  Certain conditions with light and juxtapositions at its dimmest may bring these phantasms into view for us, yes.  But to posit that light itself may be the prism through which phantoms are disseminated...the question arises if that would be stretching the matter, to say the least.  Others have suggested the organ referred to as the human eye to serve as the missing prism.  We will keep that in mind as we venture deeper.    

   The definition of realm:  a kingdom, sphere, or domain.  It's also used in marine geography for dividing the earth's surface.  We have only scratched the definitions of these words.  Now it is time for us to dig further, into their root sources.  'Spectral' as an adjective goes back to early 18th century meaning "capable of seeing specters" or "pertaining to a spectrum."  The noun specter itself goes further back to early 17th century where it came to mean "a frightening ghost," derived from the French word spectre, "an image, figure, or ghost."  Whereas in Latin, spectrum means "appearance, vision, apparition."  A detached fusion of these viewpoints results in a spectral realm comprised of a spectrum of frequencies surrounding us, including but not limited to one which most human beings are specifically tuned (about the 450 Megahertz bandwidth) as well as the cosmic microwave background radiation from radio, microwave, infrared, to right here in the midst of our visible light and beyond into the ultraviolet, x-rays, and gamma rays.  In this decidedly spectral realm, multiple visionary viewpoints interlace into a singular tapestry we like to call "reality," but which does not exist without us; therefore rendering us the equivalent of the co-conspirators as well as the lost spawn of the great countenance.  Our cosmos may be considered a realm, and in fact, as it pertains to ourselves, it is our kingdom.  The differing phases which comprise the various spectra surrounding us suggest other vibrational dimensions in coexistence with our own continuum.  Here lies the great secret out in the open for only the most dedicated followers of mystery to look up from their shoes and see. 

Friday, April 19, 2019

Fortress of the Phoenix

Over the castle turrets the phoenix of dawn arose in the sky 
Sunbeams slanting down cross-lit the tops of the tee pees 
Blood candy red in the brightening day as all the birds cried
The universal fire licking at the holy ceiling in wild tongues 

A legacy soon to expire as the oxygen drains away from his face
An alabaster legend in sculpture acquired after many a havoc
With stony countenance belying no expression in this place
Leaving the only possible exchange in the air to be magic 

This White Tower nestled deep within our hearts is lost 
Within a series of nested canyons diminishing down into a drain
A place in time we can never go back to no matter the cost
Or the toll taken dead set upon finishing out a brain 

The wall of flames is woven from the stuff of our very heart 
Takes the form of plasma at a level to which we're connected
Electric blood is pumping through our veins right from the start
Whatever we see depends upon the lens that we've corrected

One minuscule part of one degree off and our drama gets distorted
We belonged to a tribe that worshiped birds with the moon and flowers
This fish story explains how any false sense of reality gets reported
And how I can just sit back and think of you and I for many hours




painting by Gregory Alden Davis
i wrote this poem for you Birdy