Who paints the butterfly?

We went far up, way above the mountains, up and up. We stopped on a cloudy landscape, greyish and not very light, billowy cloud underneath us. They said that I knew the way to reach a destination was by thinking it, so where should we go?

Up there there did not seem to be any destinations but I said, “Heaven.” They said alright that’s where we would go and immediately we were in a wonderfully coloured cavern-like area with brilliantly-coloured “walls” but these were not solid. I examined the colours. They were like those painted in oils by genius painters. We looked at the different shades and how they merged together. We looked at the blue-range, the yellow-range, and the red-range. We could see all the delicate in-between shades. They were molten in texture, living. One could have spent a day looking at all there was to see. J said, “God’s pallet.” I wished some real artists were there to see everything critically. 

             We traced the source of the colours to a narrowish channel of purplish liquid. I was encouraged to go through the channel. They pointed out that I couldn’t drown! In any case it was a real adventure, and I waded through. We came to an area of light. The same brilliant colours were on display, but as of air rather than oil or water. We looked again and discussed the process of creation, water or oil as solidified air so to speak. We looked at how the creative process of God proceeds first through light itself, white and coloured. Then it moves down to the more solid, and manifests in liquid form. We sat on a rock and thought about how the liquid form moves down into the “solid” – for us. Yet it is all the creative process of God’s mind. The rock issues forth from God’s mind just as much as pure light. It is merely further down the process. J said God himself is Mind.  And he creates.
 

I tried to compare this process with that of human artists, and considered whether they are just sitting there copying down what they see or imagine. J said some may be forced to do that, but a true artist can enter into the mind of God and present the inspiration of that experience on canvas for others to see. I felt that only a very great artist could mix the colours that we had seen and put them on canvas. I then thought of music and they said music comes on auditory waves which are another area of the spectrum of creation.

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