Chapter 14- Reaching for the Stars: Contraindicated

Activities Contraindicated:

• Eating Oranges
• Playing Jazz Music
• Waxing Lyrical
• Habitual Actions fraught with compulsion and impossibility
• Being Authoritarian

Eating Oranges:

Once upon a time there was an Atlantean King … one amongst many such kings, for in the times that we recall, practically every walking man had royal lineage proven and maintained. And so, once upon a time there were hundreds of thousands of Atlantean Kings, and one in particular we shall speak of, who by his creations marked history and subsequently created a destiny.

If you could see back into that age you would find (amongst many, many other things besides) that there was a prevalence of magic, of great and vast conjurations, inpouring into the world – much faster than the technology produces new images in the sober-cyberspace we have today! Quicker than you could download some animated and talented cartoon, you could actually create one – manifest one – you could make one.

Now the Atlanteans have a wonderful reputation for being quite intimate with the plant kingdom, or more specifically, in using their powers. In one parallel paradise story we find that Adam-Man comes forth representing the new age which is yet to come, and Yester-Eve is produced out from the memories and times before, (from him as recollect within his bones) – and presents Adam-Man with an orange.

The rape of the ecology within this world is nothing new to the memory long-held within our beloved plant-kingdom. One way or another there has been a counter-urge amongst a great few men to change and control forces belying the very wellbeing of the planet – venturing where it was not their place or kinship to go, attempting to sub-create alongside armies of imported elementals.

We all know how the story of this war concluded – quite simply, Nature won. She toppled and trashed, deluged and sank their arrogance from far beneath them.

But before the tumultuous happenings cracked and screamed, before the magicians grew too strong and too proud believing themselves quite real; before the Kings were dethroned and their servants returned into freedom … the colour (and the fruit) orange did not exist.

Firstly, the quality of the light and of the sun was quite different during those earlier conditions. Deep browns and reds, pale yellows and certainly bronze golds were plainly visible – even perhaps a darker tangerine, or citrine, topaz or mustard soil. But not the carrot, the pumpkin, bright mandarin or synthetic orange orange. These were not available, until our King procured the colour and the fruit from a much older and sulphurous planet which we had once inhabited as a race of spiritual men.

In the orange we find a blend of sun-forces today - those which were hidden during times of an ancient world, those which were paling, yet existent in forces during a much earlier episode; those of today, and something too of the future. We also have a certain tension within this fruit because of this extraordinary synthesis.

Can you imagine the marvelling at the manifestation of a very new colour? As immediately as it was apparent and incarnate within the fruit on the tree, it became quite visible elsewhere and all over! Shortly after this mystical pioneer was given deity status. Folk began wearing robes entirely of orange, denoting the ‘new age’ and their love for their ingenious master.

Millenniums later, the oils, the blossoms, the pulp and the juices were given to still be a token of opulent invention. Instinctively folk knew also that this colour did not yet belong in the world … that it is here, but not here – was with us, will be with us, but today is not quite here – although seen.

This King of this story … his name was Beelzebub. He caused kingdoms to divide amongst themselves, by disrupting the etheric world with his own designs – designs which combined with influences out of sequence, out of a specific timing. The fruit itself may appear fresh when it is rotten and decaying etherically within. The colour itself expires more light than it receives according to its merit. Initiated by the fantastique it is a reminder of the beginning of the undoing amongst Men, when a great race was broken through the interfering of a counterfeit other.

Today the colour – bright orange – has been received and taken up by the plant kingdom with a good naturedness and good nurturedness, commanding a future place in both floral and vegetably. The world itself finds the colour to be humorous (not to be taken seriously), those incarnate devotees of B’bub still wear it and revere it as a promise to some kind of new future, whilst the incarnatees of an older Atlantis shun its presence accordingly.

Whilst the fruit should not be deigned as evil, it can not either be classified as good. For about it, although lessened, are opposing forces which are not conducive to the health or inner ecology of Man. Christ’s presence is there, as is the Sun of today – however, it is remonstrate of a false promise made real – something to be a’feared much more than the false promises which dissolve upon their uncommitted utterance.

ORANGE: (RED/YELLOW)
How active a colour! You can feel it jumping up and down, pulling at the hem of your garment! This is the colour of youth. Dynamic, ceaseless, vibrant, the impulse of hope activated with great and motivating desire.