In a second, the faintest perfume may send us plummeting to the roots of our being, our whole life
verticalized by a fleeting sensation: we have been connected by a mere smell to another place and
another time. All our experiences are like that haunting scent. Time itself is cyclic, and by the spiral
of its returning seasons we review the progress and growth of our own understanding. Ours is the
spiral house we build to keep us from life's continuous outpouring, from an otherwise unchecked
flow into the unknown.
Going on means going far
Going far means returning
All ancient cultures speak of the journey of the soul after it has left the physical body. In ancient
Hindu and Tibetan writings, death is a necessary rite of passage for the voyage of the soul. Through
the myriad landscapes that the soul traverses, a hot and bloody river gushes in its path. This is
VAITHARANI, the river of memories which is the daunting reminder of time, human life and all our
actions we have made and experienced. At that river bank the soul can make a decision to return
to its spiral path and assume another life-form for another chance at a life-experience. To cross the
dangerous river is to forget everything, only to remember that cooling waters and healing streams
are also waiting to claim your tired soul from another chance at life..
The mind weeps at what it has lost
The soul laughs at what it has found
