I wonder what we look like on the inside. I’ve turned the pages of anatomy textbooks and seen the jumble of muscle, blood vessels, organs and bone, but that’s not what I’m talking about.
If Spirit fills us all, it’s often not visible to the outside world. With many people, however, it does leak out into the atmosphere some. But you have to be an alert observer to see it walking by you on the street.
Let’s say most of Spirit hangs out inside us somewhere. Would it be in the brain, in the heart, tucked under my kneecap, or just spread liberally throughout the bod? I wonder if an autopsy has ever come across patches of essence.
For the pathologist to catch sight of Spirit, it had better be some colour. How about red? (That’s my favourite.) Might get confusing, however, with all the blood that’s usually in the immediate vicinity. Isn’t purple a common New Age colour? Perhaps that’s it. Or … maybe you could reach under the spleen and find a pocket of rainbow – the full spectrum blended together, from Red to Orange to Yellow to Green to Blue to Indigo to Violet. Maybe that’s how Spirit abides. And another thought: Is it possible that it can only be found in one human being on Earth – a certain Roy G. Biv? No, that’s silly. Spirit is in all of us.
I also wonder whether the light of Spirit vibrates inside of me, or flashes, or if it’s a steady beam. Relying on my knowledge of Christmas lights, I vote for steady. The flashing types bother my brain, while a string of solid white lights looks so pretty in the falling snow.
These could be deep thoughts, or maybe shallow. Whichever the case, please don’t go cutting into yourself to find the colours. Makes a mess and it hurts. Far better to let your pores shine out your goodness to the waiting world.