The Field Speaks
Standing By for Rematerialisation
Excuse me while I briefly segue into psychic fields and transporter pads. Just a small detour through the architecture of thresholds.
I’ve been thinking about the concept of thresholds. The word threshold. What actually is a threshold?
Here’s what I seem to be orbiting. Where I’ve landed around the concept - that it’s the in-between. The liminal. Maybe even a psychic field condition. (I’ve been speaking in fields a lot lately and I’m not exactly sure why. Although I do love that Rumi poem - do you know the one I mean? About meeting in the field out beyond ideas of right and wrong?)
Thresholds - states of being. Maybe the fields between people, or between changed states and the realms we inhabit. Symbolic fields. Fields of consciousness. And artists have used space, used these kinds of field concepts, to explore this kind of thing I think - the not-yet formed. Like Number 3 in the I Ching.
So a threshold. No furniture, and maybe no storyline yet - the moment before they arrive. Where what is real must announce itself, coagulate, or dissolve.
Like that transporter pad in Star Trek - when the system activated and the person dematerialised, was transmitted somewhere else, and then rematerialised at some later stage. That pad, the circle they stood on - a literal threshold. To stand on, and when the coordinates are right, when the system is clear - to be transformed.
And did you ever see Quantum Leap? A very long time ago, I know. Dr Sam Beckett, leaping through timelines, entering other people’s lives when the conditions aligned. Usually arriving mid-scene and quickly needing to orient himself, read the structure, the relationships, his purpose there.
A bit like being invited to lunch on a small Sicilian island as a vegetarian and being served a platter of eels with teeth. The scene is fully formed, intimate, coded, hospitable - but you’re (I was) just a beat behind. Trying to catch the rhythm without insulting the host or abandoning an inner compass. An unrepeatable edge. Surreal social diplomacy.
Where am I going here. Was that a threshold.?
These threshold moments - they might look passive, but they are fertile space. A rich ground. Or they might look chaotic while actually being an exact choreography of form - finding its configuration before aligning into substance.
In ancient temples, thresholds were sacred. A foot too soon, and you defiled the inner space. A foot withheld too long, and the blessing never came. So to occupy a threshold is maybe to acknowledge: I know what’s behind me. I do not yet know what’s ahead. And I trust myself - and the timing - enough to pause here, to centre myself, and feel what’s true before I move.
Anyway… maybe I’m standing on one and maybe you’re standing on one too - waiting for the coordinates to clear (preferably not mid-plot twist).
Here is some wonderful new art by some wonderfully talented artists, each in their own way navigating potent life thresholds.
No drama. No paperwork.
And you never know - by the time you’ve paid for it… it may already be worth more. Financial timeline-jumping thresholds. Quietly excellent.
And a last note:
$3.8 billion in agreed art sales went unpaid in China last year. Systems cracked. Structures reconfigured. Trust reappeared in other places, stranger forms. I wrote about it – and the wider shifts in the market - in MoneyWeek.
Read it here →
Happy Sunday
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