A green lesson for glee

WAXE SCRAP NO: 103576

Dated: 02/08/2015 (18/9)

SUBJECT: Rainbow School

[NOTE: This incomplete excerpt was discovered on 03/02/2100 (8/8). It appears to be part, or the beginnings, of a children’s story based around a metaphysical version of school. The concept is typical for its time.]

Glee wasn’t expecting to have a lesson that day, but I suppose that’s the point. You don’t plan for them, they just come at the right time. They’d never come while you’re busy or in the wrong mood, unless it will be beneficial to the class, of course. For Glee this is the best bit about going to the Rainbow School as opposed to a normal school. You are only there when it’s a good time for you and those who organise the lessons know how you are feeling all the time, so they always get it right. Most schools that regular children attend have set times when you have to be there each day. While Glee realises that this is because normal schools are restricted by the physical world and there are so many pupils to teach, she is glad that the Rainbow School is different and that the teaching there is normally one to one. She is especially glad that she was chosen to attend.

Today Glee was reading while her mother was working around the house. The only warning of her upcoming lesson was a smell like flowers that appeared to come out of nowhere. She knew that each of her teachers had a different scent and she liked the sweet one that belonged to Michael best. She recognised this one as belonging to Archangel Chamuel.

A moment later she found herself in a tree in the middle of a strange desert. Apart from the tree the only other thing she could see was a small pool of water that appeared to just be sat on the sand without being absorbed. The sand itself was the only other thing she could see and its countless ripples were in motion. Despite the lack of wind they were dancing around relentlessly. From the tree she had noticed that the sand looked greyer than the golden colour of normal sand. However, she just assumed that this was because the sun wasn’t shining like it normally is when you see sand. As she stepped down from the tree and put her foot on the ground, a mighty wind came at her lower leg. If she wasn’t holding tight to the tree she would have blown away for sure. She assumed this strong wind was to confine her to the tree for her lesson, or at least this part of it, so back up she went. Glee remembered watching a news report on TV with her sister, Denys, about a hurricane in a foreign country. To demonstrate how fast the winds were they put the reporter in some kind of tunnel that was used to test scale models of buildings before they were built for real. As the wind in the tunnel reached seventy miles per hour the reporter’s cheeks were wobbling all over the place and as it approached ninety they were stretched flat across his face so tight that you could almost see the outline of his teeth through his skin. This wind would surely have been capable of that. She had heard stories of cosmic winds that could destroy all life on a planet so she wasn’t going to take the chance.

Some of the sand was stuck to her shoe and it definitely was grey, like dull metal. Glee imagined that in the daytime the metallic sand would shine, its ripples too bright look at directly. She wondered why the water was there, surely it had a purpose. As she looked into it she noticed that it was sparkling, which water normally does, but this was different. It wasn’t affected by the wind for some reason. Neither was the tree for that matter. You couldn’t even tell the wind was there if you closed your eyes. It was silent but constant, only doing that which it was meant to be doing, whatever that may have been, and nothing else.

The way the water was sparkling wasn’t in different places like things normally sparkle, with bits of light appearing and disappearing here and there. It was reflecting a constant light that was getting dimmer and brighter again, throbbing. She looked up to see what was causing it. For some reason she hadn’t thought to look upwards yet. There hadn’t been any real need. However, she thought, there was no real need to look down, simply because the winds made whatever was down there unattainable and, therefore, useless.

What was waiting above her was more magnificent to look at than what was below, but equally puzzling. The sky was full of stars, each one getting brighter and duller at it’s own pace; some very fast and some so slow that they appeared not to be changing at all. Glee was very good with music in all its forms. She could count beats in her head and classify and organise them. Every Wednesday, Glee and her sister would go with her mother to a music class in their area. Lots of deaf people also attended so there were classes where they practised watching music visually with no sound. Glee was very good at this and enjoyed it almost as much as regular music. As she relaxed into the tree she could see each individual star playing its own melody or chord or whatever. She could see how they worked together, complementing each other and creating a huge orchestra in the sky for the whole universe to see. This was the most musical experience she had ever had and it didn’t involve her ears at all. In fact, in this place her ears were useless. If there were natives they would surely have no ears and probably laugh at hers.

Glee was thankful for this experience and was overcome with awe at the silent masterpiece being played by the heavens. Each star was part of a circle of stars playing in unison with each circle representing a particular instrument contributing toward the whole. She could see how it worked down to the last detail. Certain circles would be playing together at some points and separately at others, much in the way that an orchestra has brass, wood, wind, percussion and string sections that join forces at certain parts of the piece. Her ability to watch music in this fashion was inexplicably heightened. She was the conductor, keeping everything in time. If she wasn’t looking would it still be happening? The extreme mental acrobatics needed to organise everything she saw came so easily that she could just watch and enjoy it, which is what she did for the next half an hour or so.

It was then she realised that she hadn’t even looked at the tree she was lay in, even though without it she would have surely perished. It was a normal looking tree, which is probably why it hadn’t grabbed her attention as much as the wind, water, sand and stars which all seemed to be bizarre. The tree felt safe. She was at the centre of five main branches that reached out like the points of a star and whose shaggy foliage hung from the edges of the branches, which were all joined together by it in a wide circle. There were no branches above her, so she could see all of the stars, like the Royal box in a prestigious concert hall. She thanked the tree for being there for her when she arrived and as she did so Archangel Chamuel appeared next to her, shining as only angels do. In the light Glee could see the tree in detail and it was covered in symbols, words and pictures that had been scratched into it. The tardy teacher explained to her how each person who visited had to leave a mark there for others to see when they came. Some of the etchings were in languages she didn’t even recognise, let alone understand. Some were just shapes overlapping each other, like little pieces of geometric art. Each one must have a meaning, which meant that somewhere these are ways that people communicate, if only with themselves. A series of lines and dots ran all the way up one of the tree’s main branches, which Glee thought looked a bit like Morse code. Each symbol was a treasured experience for someone, a lesson learnt and expressed. She knew she would be able to think of something when the time came.

Archangel Chamuel appeared as a beautiful lady with a green halo around her Third Eye. Her long black hair covered the shoulders of her emerald green, silk dress, which was torn to fit around the arms, neck and ankles. Her bright green eyes seemed to have a mysterious, multi-layered awareness that cascaded wisdom. Glee felt both relaxed and enchanted by the angel’s presence. Chamuel explained that she would have turned up earlier, but she had to wait for Glee to complete the first act of love she encountered in the class, which was to thank the tree for its part in her arrival. The angel taught the Fourth Ray of the school, which controlled the heart and all things loving. She had to wait for Glee to learn this first lesson for herself, which could have taken days apparently. Glee was thankful that it didn’t.

The teacher explained that the sand was, as Glee suspected, a metal. It moved so elegantly in the wind and the pair watched the ripples dancing around for several minutes. The teacher explained that if Glee had paid more attention when she was looking at the sand earlier she would have realised that the ripples were moving rhythmically, like the stars, but in their own way. From what Glee could see she thought they added to the orchestra as another section of instruments accompanying the stars, but the angel corrected her. She explained that if Glee were to sit on one of the stars and look at the sand as a whole that she would see it mirrored the symphony in the sky. Was one creating the other or were they mutually dependent? Glee had no idea, although she did know that the speed at which her ability to interpret this music had developed was almost as amazing as the music itself, which had the capacity to fill its silent arena, as long as you were looking at it.

The planet itself was the musician, composing what they were witnessing, the angel explained. She also explained how the angel was witnessing a symphony personal to her and Glee was witnessing something individual to her. On the outskirts of the planet’s energy field, its aura, sat a layer of light that existed on God’s frequency. It is one of His permanent physical forms. The layer of light could become as dense as it wished in order to fade notes out altogether or could become transparent to hold long, ‘loud’ notes. It refracts and reflects the starlight as it wishes. The light could repeatedly stretch from very thick to very thin at amazing speeds to create tinkling effects or flutters, staccato. Chamuel told Glee that the light moved in a similar fashion to the lenses in her eyes when she squints or focuses on things near or far away. This is also the reason that each star appears as a circle of stars rather than a single star, which is how it actually appears in reality.

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