You know I love stories, and here’s one from yesteryear about perception. It’s easy to be fooled into seeing things at face value, but the discerning , and that includes you, know that in many cases there is more going on than meets the eye.
There is always something more to perceive, to see, to understand, even to ‘guess’ at what might happen. Our imaginations are an important ‘tool’ and can come in uderful here, and its a ‘tool’ that many forget to use. Our imagination can allow us to see beyond and consider a realm that might otherwise have been invisible to us.
Yes, I love stories, and here’s one from my childhood, that highlights the necessity of perceiving things differently.
As a child I used to love to fish in one of the nearby local lakes. For those who believe that fishing is a cruel sport. It’s okay. I never caught anything, but I used to love the experience of being there, by a lake, in a forest, and in such a beautiful place.
With a flask of tomato soup, a packed sandwich for later, I was in my element, and could sit there all day, and did.
This lake was about a mile from my grandparents’ cottage. My grandmother was an avid book-reader and an avid storyteller.
She once told me about the story of Llamhigyn Y Dwr – the water leaper – a creature that is said to resemble a frog, but with a stinger on the end of its tail like a scorpion, and it had bat wings instead of front legs. It is said to frequent lakes. The really worrying thing about the water-leaper, and something to bear in mind, was that it was said to be the size of a cow.
And so, there I was fishing one day. The sun was shining on the water and I was mesmerised. Unknown to me, by all accounts, I moved slowly, ever so slowly towards the waters edge. And then the inevitable happened. I fell in with a huge, ‘splash’. I couldn’t get out that quickly as I fell and sat down cross-legged. Thankfully, my granddad was close by, ran towards me at great speed for a portly fellow, and pulled me out. Sopping wet, but still clutching my ‘bought at Woolworths’ fibre/glass fishing rod, I was quickly pulled out.
Of course, that evening my granddad just had to recount the story over and over again. It was so embarrassing for me. Sometime time later, however, my grandmother, sitting by the open fire hearth, beckoned me. And in a subdued voice and a twinkle in her eye, she said, ‘Pay no attention to your granddaddy. You and I know that you didn’t fall in. You were, infact, pulled in by the Llamhigyn Y Dwr which was the size of a cow, and were brave enough to wrestle it and keep hold of your fishing rod. Well done!’.
I think my grandmother had the right idea, used her imagination, and could see things in a new and exicting, deeper way than many people could. At least as a child I could, for a moment, glimpse the world in a different way as she retold that story. And, using imagination you and I can see ‘deeper’ still, today. It is the way to perceive spiritual things and the Divine at work. Eyes beyond eyes.