On day 16 of the 17 Days in Colour we explore the highly magnetic colour of Silver. This colour is highly representative of feminine energy and all things cleansing.
In relation to health, the benefits of silver are numerous allowing the wearer of this colour the opportunity of natural internal detox. Silver is connected to the Solar Plexus or Manipura chakra because it is highly associated with birth, life and the cycle of rebirth. Additionally, it represents elegance, beauty and grace. The esoteric/magickal benefits include, Female energy, cycles, rebirth, reincarnation, healing of hormonal imbalances, emotional stability, remove or neutralize negativity, intuition, dreams, psychic abilities and psychic workings. Because Silver has the most powerful healing benefits around hormone imbalance, women who are going through the menopause or any other issues surrounding hormones, would do well to wear this amazingly powerful colour.
Those whose favourite colour is silver, tend to be happy with the simple things in life unlike their gold counterparts. This give them time and space to work on far more important issues such as the home & family and surrounding themselves with beautiful things.
If you favour silver, you’ve probably already realised your gifts of clairvoyance and other similar gifts and you should most definitely share them for the benefit of others.
Silver is probably the most intuitive colour in the whole spectrum.
Never underestimate the power of death – or indeed the power of life!
Something I learned in India a couple of years ago. I’d taken myself off for some peace & quiet, away from the hustle & bustle of Rishikesh market to sit for a while on the banks of the sacred river Ganga. Ram Jhula to be exact. Where holy men bathe, and cows roam peacefully alongside them. You can’t help but notice the the interconnectedness of all living things in a place like this. On this particular day however, I learned an even greater lesson. Looking out across the river, a young boy of 11 or 12yrs old caught my eye. Barefoot and dressed only in red draped material from waist to thigh, he rummaged in the water, every so often popping something into his mouth. It was hard to make out exactly what he was picking up from a distance and after a while, curiosity got the better of me. For half an hour I’d watched this strange behaviour and had to find out. When I asked, the answer was far from what I expected. In broken English, he told me how he was collecting gold. Gold from the bodies of dead people cremated there. Gold they no longer needed, which could feed his family for a week. At this moment everything made sense. The irrational fear of death, when actually it’s merely a continuation of life.