Tag Archives: space

#343 ~ Blanket of Peace

With all the pressures that seek to take control, that bear down upon you everyday, I find there is a thin blanket which separates and keeps it all at bay. A peace which generates security, safety…space. 

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#174 ~ Into the Womb

Ensconced in the warm walls of a mother’s uterus, twins mould, shape, and conform their bodies into two halves of a whole. There is unity in their separation, which extends into a psycho-emotional relationship, transcending the physical divorce of birth, distance, space and time.

Re-united as fully grown adults, toping and tailing in a single bed, the peace, and security of that embryonic sac returns like the reassuring heart beat under the mother’s breast that thumps, thumps, thumps, reminding the twins they are safe, sound, alive.

They sleep like babies that night.

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#127 ~ Rearrange

I was going to write about the Hunger Games and their reflection on our society. But then I tidied my room. In rearranging it i placed my desk by the large south-facing window, i moved my coffee table and hung my South African art work above it. I closed the shutters, re-ordered the chairs and lit the scented candles. Suddenly I had the space to breathe, re-evaluate, to re-innovate through renovating. One simple action gave me the space to breathe a little deeper, focus more acutely, feel more sensuously. The space to re-fashion myself and live.

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#109 ~ One Hundred Words and a Photo : 9

I spent my days drifting between pools of dappled lighting, tentatively stepping between a mellifluous twilight and a stagnant, opaque darkness. I began to fuse, with arched pain, into my surroundings. It was an enforced union, my body raped and violated, my freedom squashed until it expired. I dared not dream, let alone encourage the word ‘____‘ to crawl through my mind. But one day I got bold. I’d seen that obscure orb float across the snatches of light blue for years. Yesterday I bent my neck and stuck out my head. It hurt. But I’d found the ‘space’…to grow.

Photo:

Victoria O, Copyrighted

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#91 ~ The Welcome Unknown

Why are we so afraid of the unknown? When we were colonising the new world, the idea that we could meet humans that looked different, acted different and believed in different things to us, terrified us so much we dehumanized them, made them into something other, to better quieten our conscience when we removed them, massacred them, resigned them to the fringes of acceptable society. Yet we take that fear of the unknown into other parts of our lives too. Unsure of what may be around the corner, or who may be knocking at the door, instead of looking for the most simple, most obvious and most normal answer, we create ghoulish fantasies which have a taste for the…uncomfortable, the dark.

The same concept is taken towards space. Having watched Jodi Foster and Matthew McConaughey star in the not-too-remarkable-but-not-shockingly-banal Contact, I was slightly peeved at the all too readily delivered role of the religious fanatic, complete with wizard-white hair and demon possessed eyes. No he couldn’t be a normal church-goer, he had to err on the side of the vampiric, the possessed, the maddened crazed weirdo that no-one wanted to be friends with. Suffice it to say, in the mildest of terms, he is against the project that pertains that crux of the story.

The idea is that we make contact with Space through receiving a signal which translates into a mathematical formula which enables us to create some form of equipment to transport ourselves into the great-unknown *phew*. Great. Until the Christian-fanatic starts casting the scientists as the Anti-Christ, people begin to worship the anonymous Aliens and low-and behold a religiously inspired terrorist attack takes place to prevent the ‘launch’ from occurring.

Why is there this animalistic fear in such a developed society? Why do we fear the other? Particularly I wonder, in view of the possibility of making contact with  ‘Space’, why do we fear what’s out there? As is regularly repeated in the movie, if in the entire Universe we are the only life forms, then that’s a pretty big waste of space. An extraordinary waste of space considering the numerous galaxies and universes we are continuously discovering.

What gets me most though is the religious fervour and out right dismal of the potential of other life forms. The fear that anything out there must be evil, demonic, and counter to what our faiths, what our very concept of God is.

It seems to me the fear, especially from a religious perspective comes because we limit the potential of that Divine Creator, whatever people want to call Him. In the beginning there was a phenomenal architect who had a vision which was executed on the minutest scale to perfection, a harmony that the universe resounds with. Poets have encapsulated it in the signing of the celestial spheres, musicians in the structure of harmony which is in accordance with mathematical harmonics. There is a sense of congruent unity that rules all conceptions of life, whether that be Earth, the Universe or a grasshopper. And so I say to the crazy-suicidal-fantatical-apocalypse-screaming religious fantastic who fears the potential of what is beyond our horizon: don’t we proclaim that the infinite God wherever He might be created Life, the Universe, everything that is?

Then if there is alien life out there – didn’t He create that as well? And if so – why are we afraid?

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#71 ~ Dreaming in New Frontiers

What causes tomorrow to come today? What galvanises and inspires a race that has achieved and conquered nature, bent the world to its will, to continue pressing forward? What gives us the audacity to even dare to dream in something more?

An experience. An encounter. A revelation of something greater than ourselves.

This was a question posed to me by a young engineer. That ‘more’ for him, was the opportunity to step outside our atmosphere and dare to proclaim our presence in Space. In the unknown territory that poets and astrologers have dreamed about, written about, and scientists and engineers have studied for, invested in. The chance to claim a new frontier, to envision the currently limitless potential of the unforeseen, the distant dream.

When we first entered space, that moment, reduced a barrier of fear and injected a dose of sight, foresight. It created, according to these new space pioneers, the ‘space’ to dream about tomorrow, to believe in a tomorrow, when today seems so bleak. When oil crises’, war, poverty, famine, and disillusionment smear the stars of our sky, pushing into the unknown simply opens up a new galaxy, a new constellation, a new sky to gaze upon.

To conjure what could be, through daring to act out what might be. Dreaming in new frontiers in order to redefine the old, in the process recreating mankind and his universal role.

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