#120.20 - Sunday #39: The Chladni Plates

I went buck mad with the Chaldni Plate

I did 44 pictures in all

Frequencies which are very high have the most complex designs

Very low frequencies very simpler designs

It really was quite magical, such a privilege

Then after that I cleaned the house. I mean I cooked then I cleaned the house. I fell asleep after I cooked, and then I folded the clothes, washed the remaining clothes (2 loads) and then sorted my books, cleaned the fridge, sorted the snack area, tidied the pantry, rearranged the crockery, washed the surfaces, cleaned out the cooking area... washed the dishes, etc etc etc...

I finally caught up on all the work. It was doing my head in. Tomorrow I will be able to go running and work in peace. Finally.

And tonight I can plan for the next three weeks. I think it will be another three weeks. I can't see it going on any longer. Probably by the third week of May. 

So I wrote this on FB.

Having played about with the signal generator and admired and marveled at the many designs and mandalas which were created on the Chladni plate, I then looked up Mandalas on google. I also noted that there are many expressions of this sacred geometrical concept in cultures all over the world. Hindus draw kolams, the Celts and Norse had their knot work, etc. They all have many striking resemblances to the sounds found on Chaldni plates.

It is hard not to come to the conclusion that the expression of seeing the unseen is universal. Now much has been made of the spiritual and religious purposes of mandalas and their like. However, there is also a deep scientific truth in it as well, as the Chaldni plates have shown.

Each frequency, each sound, can and does have its own unique geometrical pattern and design. There is a real scientific truth behind the mandalas, many of which appear in the resonating sands of the plates. Many of the Chaldni designs, because they are much closer to nature are also found in nature as well, like the shells of tortoises and terrapins which interestingly enough, in many cultures, bear the world, indeed all of existence, on their backs.

What our modern day instruments are doing is showing in physical terms, they are literally revealing, what our ancestors have known for millennia - there is a symmetry, a structure, a creative force in sound which has something to do with physical reality.

The sound 'Om' uttered during chanting, Bhuddist mantras which are monotonous, choral music with its calming high frequencies, singing, etc, these all emanate vibrations, frequencies which create order out of chaos. They are able to align random scattered particles of sand into beautiful shapes and patterns. And each frequency has its own unmistakable pattern, just as a bird has its own unmistakable song.

This made me then think of what we choose to hear, the voices we have, what we say to each other, the music we listen to - and how this is able to affect us. Do we then have an understanding that when we are nurturing each other there is form? When we celebrate and let loose there chaos... and then there is joy once again in finding that form.

This is the terrible burden human beings bear - our ability to be aware. In some ways it is a choice that we made - allegorically told the moment we ate from the Tree of Knowledge, rather than being the way nature behaves, continuing to life in the innocence of the Tree of Life.

Because we did choose knowledge, we have a responsibility to decide if we walk in ignorance, with blinkers on, denying that which heals us, locked up in our towers of arrogance and mental constipation, or - embrace, reconnect with this consciousness. Not the innocence of nature, but taking what we know from the Tree of Knowledge to bring nurture the Tree of Life. The answer to me is clear - we no longer have neither the excuse nor the choice.

It has been a very strange week, it has to be said. It is, without the doubt, the most restless and unsatisfying week of the lockdown thus far because the waters are getting more and more muddied and it has been so frustrating being unable to teach properly.

So I must collect myself and try to think about the next steps.

It is now 6.30 pm. I have stopped watching the news because it is so stupid. Full of maudlin, hysterical, nonsense. It is no longer news, it is more like a soap opera of serious faced, miserable reporters who are no longer reporters but grief counselors. They are no longer holding anyone to account.There is now one narrative and they will push that single narrative. Why? To enforce vaccination and surveillance. And how the left has collapsed. Having forgotten the stupid interviews they did on Brexit, they are now manipulating and working us up into a state of hysteria. So, no more news.

Instead, I have almost finished Community. It has taken me two weeks, which is very respectable. But this past week has been awful. Awful in the sense that things built up and I felt dragged along. I'm over that now. I'm in charge again. Back to running tomorrow. Back to doing a normal routine. Back to not feeling sorry for myself. So easy to do. Back to not taking the iPad to bed, which is such a bad habit.

I mean I did SOME adulting last week getting the heating fixed. And I also got the propane replaced. And cleaned the garden. So I shouldn't be too hard on myself. And I have cooked every single day. And I have looked after things like the laundry and cleaning the house, so I need to be less hard on myself. And I supported friends. I have tried to at least.

Yep. I do really need to keep on top of the housework since this is my everything. I can't just throw it like an idiot.

So, I'm going to plan the rest of the week. After dinner and have a early night's sleep.