There are places throughout this here world that are magical. And in such places there are ways of extracting this mysterious wonder. It requires only a few qualities to be represented in the individual who wishes to dip his cup in the divine waters. Yet these qualities seem to have become rarities in today’s world. One needs only an actively beating heart and a sense of wonder for that which is uncontrollable. You must be willing to sacrifice and endure a bit of pain. At least to do it correctly.
There is energy created everywhere. The energy needed for our purpose does not come from rotting dinosaurs but is born in the winds. In this world of grossly manufactured people there is a retreat for those of us still breathing to live. This energy can be tapped. The hunger for this energy is more insatiable than even our countryman’s want of oil. On a good day it comes about every fifteen seconds or so and is delivered in flawless perfection. You just got to be in the right place at the right time to tap the source*, and begin the dance.
Somewhere north of LA; September 25, 2001. 6:15 AM.
Jack stands atop the cobblestone river mouth watching with mouth agape. Tall Douglas fir trees line the shore and cover the surrounding mountainsides in the near distance. The stones vary in size from golf balls to cannon balls. Smooth and slick he soon finds himself knee deep in the cold water perched on theses stones that have been deposited here by hundreds of years of work by the river eroding away the craggy mountain passes. This gradual procession of moving rock has created something most beautiful. An energy-releasing factory has been born in flawless design. Jack drifts out to sea on his knees atop a ten-foot platform.
The energy approaches. Lines of it come pouring in from the horizon. Jack freezes after anticipating the first of the energy bundles exact point of release. He sees it march toward him. A wall of water begins to feel those round stones and stands up. Jack turns toward shore and paddles his arms in unison on his knees. Just as the energy is to be released on Jack he stands and in one motion finds himself sweeping down the face of a line of energy created many days ago far out to sea. His platform is situated just high enough on the face so as not to lose or gain too mush speed. Meanwhile, directly behind him is the turmoil of all this wind born energy being released in constant white explosions and motion. He keeps ahead of this chaos and begins his dance.
Foot over foot, walking sideways across his platform, Jack takes four steps, timed and executed precisely to the flow of the energy underneath. He finds himself in an impossible situation. Nearly ten feet of plank lay behind him, both feet hanging over the edge of his planning platform. Jack has asked himself this question many times and has not ever conceived the notion of how this current situation is even possible. How could it be that all one hundred and seventy pounds of Jack’s six foot four inch frame could possibly be hung in suspended motion on the face of a moving wall of wind in water? Magic. But if you were to look into Jack’s eyes at this very moment he is not concerning himself over the physics of water and motion. Nor is worried about losing his footing. His face is as blank and as bright as the sun’s. He feels everything that surrounds him in the most pure sense. Time has slowed to a crawl while every movement is calculated.
Jack covers a hundred feet standing with feet together, knees slightly bent, back arched, and arms at his side on the nose of his platform before the energy begins to feel shallow bottom and picks up forward momentum. The energy is now bending the face of the water as if the top portion was reaching for the shoreline. It then comes falling down through gravity forming a temple for Jack to pray in. Jack takes two steps back and crouches down with his back to the wall of water. He swings his back foot forward so that he can stare it straight in the eye. He has become a part of this most natural energy source. The green backlit lip of the falling water is now hovering over Jack’s shoulder. Arms pointed forward with a bent stance he floats motionless as he enters his temple. For a brief moment he is numbed to every sense he knows and feels. The energy has been transferred. The wind passed it on to the water and the water passed it to Jack. He comes back to this world in one swift motion, standing tall and spinning the platform over the top of the soon to be completely released energy train. Jack positions himself atop bumpy knees for the long paddle back to the point.
*Kem Nunn