Egypt: The Land of Psycles

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Ode to the Sphinx

Guardian of the Nile

How many mornings have you stood?

How many breaths have you taken?

How many wars have you watched?

How many worlds have you shaken?

For millennia you have stood

as Guardian of the Nile.

A job that robbed your beard and nose,

but not your placid smile.

– Quiet 2019 –

Day 1: Chengdu, China

After years of meandering on mind and foot, I have come to the realization that ancient civilizations around the world have shared ideas. How was this done (via ships, aircraft, portals, inter-dimensional contact, dreams, collective unconscious… ) is what the discussion should really be about. The parallels of Angkor and Mayan architecture. The talk of an ancient flood. Trees of Life. Mummification. Jade’s connection with the afterlife. The proof flows longer than the Nile.

This is what brought my latest meanderings to Chengdu, China, where the ancient Shu lived over 3,000 years ago. Very different from the Shang Dynasty (who lived 700 miles northeast at the time), the Shu took a shamanistic approach to life, connecting with spiritual realms through elaborate ceremony and sacrifice and building monuments very similar to those found in Central and South America (but how?).

Today’s blog include Shu artifacts from the Jinsha Museum. Enjoy!

Day 11: Goodbye, India

mooo

While exploring the ruins of Maharishi’s ashram, I came across many trippy murals which made me wonder what folks were on back in the day.

Who knows? Maybe they were simply high on Transcendental Meditation.

lotus guru

Before leaving the ashram, I thanked all the creative souls for sharing their visions of beauty, bliss and the great beyond…

…and contributed a few words for the future.

Hari Om

Day 10: Maharishi Ashram

Maharishi and Co.On a rainy afternoon in Rishikesh, I had a chance to visit Indian Guru Maharishi’s ashram. A spiritual retreat in the 1960s for creative minds like the Beatles, the former ashram is now retreating into the earth.

Walking alongside cobblestone memories of an era too radical to fathom, I heard occasional gusts of wind sing, “let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let it be, there will be an answer, let it be.”

And so I rolled a fat one and did just that.

Me too!