"And to the visionary lamas of earlier centuries who entered Pemako's forbidding wilderness without fear, hope or hesitation and saw beyond the veils of common vision. These terton, or treasure revealers, discovered in the Tsangpo gorges a place of transformation and inspired others to travel beyond conventional limits--to imagine worlds, and selves, without boundaries or walls." -- Ian Baker, in his acknowledgments The Heart of the World: A Journey to the Last Secret Place
I must have fallen asleep under the catalpa tree. Leaves whorling in giants' pinwheel of chartreuse spades, named by and for a tribe of River People. All I can remember is the tail-end of the dream: I decide not
to bow on stage with the others. Slink back behind the stage and
exit in the rear. Someone from the performance walks up to me. Even
though I have never been to China, sense that's where I am in the
dream.
Except in the logic of dreams, I am speaking Spanish for the
performance. This lady I assume will be re-editing the sound that walks up to me with the
tape recorder. Asks me to repeat, "Hoy." (Spanish for
today.) I say, "Hoy," with h intangible into the mic.
"So what did I say instead when I
was on stage?" The tape recorder lady replies, "Joy. You said joy."
The security guard in his golf cart startles me. "You can lay down in the Cherry Esplanade -- not here."
The morning glory!
It has taken the well bucket.
I must seek elsewhere for water. - Chinyo-ni
I have been thinking of water before I dosed off reading The Heart of the World. I don't want to create entertainment, entrainment--Irather something enchanted. Enchanting. Harmonizing what you've hinted about the spell-casting power of art. Yet without conniving or contriving a spell. I think it goes, again: The geese overheard have no mind to cast a reflection. The water below has no mind to hold their message/image.
Instead of focusing on seemingly dead (are they?) boddhisatvas like Guanyin or the nun-sage Chiyono, the story concept for the film morphed. It goes like this now: A modern, future Buddha combines the visionary inventions of Viktor Schauberger and Bernard Eastlund to introduce a brand-new energy source. She is hindered by the limits of her imagination, and the collective shadow of apocalypse.
"'Water is the mirror of our mind' that is what I was taught by water. - Masuro Emoto
"It's a bit like quantum physics," he reflected [he, speaking here is Dalai Lama], "which recognizes parallel dimensions and multiple universes." - page 14, the first page I open book
I'm still in the Borders aisle skimming,... reading. The Heart of the World is a true story of a decades-long search by the author to find a mythical waterfall. Beyond the waterfall, it is purported that if one is pure of heart a magical land lies -- a beyul, a paradise, an Eden, a Shangri-La.
I'm somewhere in the chapter The Call of Hidden Lands, when I get a text message from a 347 area code.
It reads, "bouyant fearlessness." That's it.
When Viktor Schauberger was 18 he told his father he was not going to University, and instead went to study and learn from the forest. Direct. Firsthand. I've not told my family I'm not going back to NYU... yet.
On page 432, a note falls out from the book.
In this way and that I have tried to save the old pail
Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about to break
Until at last the bottom fell out.
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!- Chiyono
art credits! Lady Pink. 1. (Images left to right: Lady Pink, Queen Matilda, 6′x4′, acrylic on canvas. Lady Pink, A Lovely Entrapment, 40″x72″, acrylic on canvas.) 2. Another brick lady... photo by c-monster.net 3. Lady Pink doing her thing... Photo by Irene Kittenclaw.
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