Prompt and Circumstance

Silver Linings... and stuff

'dye' - 1/1/2017

It all began with the words, 'Are You on the Dark Side or the Light?', followed by another question, 'Are You Aware of your Frequency?" I am, but I don't think my bladder was what they had in mind.

I read on and learned -
Instead of labels such as bad/dark, we use the term low frequency, and substitute high frequency for good/light. Now we are working within a range. Each person in humanity holds an energetic frequency on this range. Energetic signatures are the total of our thoughts, feelings and beliefs. We are all unique and have a base setting when we are born, a natural operating range/frequency which is then tuned through our energetic signature.

I tried to be sensible about this. Truly I did. But my larrikin streak insisted on breaking through my normally polite and quite refined nature. It did this frequently, whilst pulsing most energetically... all but out of control. It was that first question that did it. And then that other bit about having a base setting when we are born. Hmm... dark/light, bad/dark, good/light... the words took hold of that loopy corner of my imagination...

My base setting when I was born was dark... very, very dark. My brothers believed there had been a mix-up in the nursery of the maternity ward, and my Mum had been brought a tiny Indian papoose by mistake, due to the ultimate darkness of my full head of hair (the question of how this could transpire in an Australian hospital didn't faze these two, being young... and male... and having a deep love for all things cowboy and Indian). Moving right along - does this mean I was born bad? Eww...

By the age of two I was a blonde. Obviously I'd outgrown the badness bit and now I was full of goodness and light. Tragically, by the time I went to school I'd settled into the colour that would haunt me for much of my life... plain old mid-brown. I never realised at the time what good news this was. It meant I was working within a range, and not only that, I was holding an energetic frequency. I didn't know that. Or perhaps I did. I used to dance a lot; stay up late often; generally kick up my heels with gay abandon. Seems like my range was somewhere right in the middle of light and dark; good and bad. Yep. That sounds like me.

Then the twilight of my life anointed me with Silver. It began at my temples just like a distinguished gentleman (funny, could have sworn I was a female for the last 71 years!). My dear Mum was on heavy morphine dosage when she first noticed my sideburns and with a quavery voice she said, "Oh Christine, you've dyed your hair silver. That looks so pretty, dear." That was a long, long time ago - way before the current trend of 'Granny Grey' being the New Black.

But my silver does present something of a dilemma. Does this equate to light and good, do you suppose? I'd love to believe the answer is a resounding YES... but can't help questioning if dyed silver is equal in lightness and goodness as au naturel ? I vote unequivocally for the latter, having 'earned my stripes' so to speak, by simply living long enough, unlike the doozy statement I also read -

I'm not waiting until my hair turns white to get patient and wise -
No, I'm dyeing it tonight!