Clandestine Portals

What are they and why clandestine—it is about service to plants, to gardens, to landscapes—it is about surrendering to the plants—listening, hearing…then letting time slip away…then being… with open channels…open ports of reception…then by miracle…portals become accessible.

Only you can do it.

It’s between you and the plants. Look at a favorite plant…listen and hear…let it enter…and serve it. Let quiet begin…there is something there if you are in receptive mode, rather than controlling mode.

The portal is always clandestine.

Maps: Burckhardt

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Born in Lausanne in 1784, and studied in Leipzig, Gottingen and Cambridge before heading to Arabia…he was a geographer and author, best known for having re-discovered in modern times the ruins of Petra, the Nabatean city in Jordan. Burckhardt was an explorer who spent three years in Syria learning the language and ways of Arabia before beginning his journey through the sands and on to Medina and Mecca.

Burckhardt was a modest and self-effacing man whose careful accounts of his travels in Syria and Arabia are classics, and whose conversion to Islam was apparently sincere.

Before leaving Damascus, Burckhardt had tried to anticipate trouble. ‘Knowing that my intended way led through a diversity of Bedouin tribes,’ he wrote in his journal, ‘I thought it advisable to equip myself in the simplest manner. I assumed the most common Bedouin dress, took no baggage with me and mounted a mare that was not likely to excite… cupidity …’

…not quite nomadic…

In Jordan, near the Saudi Arabian border where the sands meet the mountain cliffs are the carved facades of Petra –remnants of Nabatean culture. Image credit to Daniel Case – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=33632136

His writing covered not only the natural geography of Arabia but also deep insights into the cultural geography of the Bedouin and the Wahabis–peoples of the sands. He wrote of the Wahabis:

‘The founder of this sect is already known as a learned Arabian named Abd el Wahab who had visited various schools of the principal cities in the East, as is much the practice with his countrymen even now being convinced by what he had observed during his travels that the primitive faith of Islam or Mohammedism had become totally corrupted and obscured by abuses and that the far greater part of the people of the East and especially the Turks might be justly regarded as heretics. But new doctrines and opinions are as little acceptable in the East as they are in the West and no attention was paid to Abd el Wahab until after long wanderings in Arabia he retired with his family to Derayeh at the period when Mohammed Ibn Saoud was the principal person of the town.’

Travelling as a poor man, Burckhardt drew close to the Arab tribes, he was depending upon them. His books tell the strange stories…lessons?

‘Unfortunately in Kerak he learned that cupidity is a relative thing. For there, for the third time, he placed himself under the protection of a shaikh—the Shaikh of Kerak—and for the third time was betrayed. Although he swore on the head of his son to protect Burckhardt, the shaikh promptly robbed him of most of his funds and turned him over to a guide who made off with the rest and then abandoned him. Again he was stranded in the desert without either money or a guide.’

The difference between truth, prejudice and political correctness can only be learned by the individual. But Burckhardt’s writings from two centuries ago and the contributions from many contemporary authors frame a window of understanding for that landscape and the humans who have called that desert their home.

Maps: Moths to Fire

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…or…mystique richesse?

Is mystique the Empty Quarter landscape magnet for Western culture? If so, then how…why?

How could a place, a landscape where cultures of India and Africa have interlaced for millennia be…empty?

How can there be an Arabian Peninsula landscape virtually untouched by Islam these last 1400 Hegira years?

And before Islam, how in the Empty Quarter can there be long lost whisperings…mystical names…unwritten sagas…still emerging from those sands…

But is this Empty Quarter mystique nothing more than a moth to fire?

For me it is unimaginable how non-Muslim foreigners came in search of this landscape…a foreign land…a foreign culture…a foreign religion…a foreign language…what to speak of…NO GPS…NO TELECOM…NO WEATHER REPORTS…

Everytime I think about our ‘modern technological tethers’, the real time information resources to which we are all accustomed, I am amazed by the strength and will power of these earlier explorers…and that gives their writing all the more gravitas.

Maps: Ports and Dhows

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Ports and dhows are why the edges of the Empty Quarter are…not empty.

Maps: SW Asia

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For a visitor not familiar with the cultures of Southwest Asia, this map is a lame short hand code for that trans-dimensional experience.

Southwest Asia is where the first time visitor, having cultural roots in Western Europe or North America, and now having both feet firmly on the ground of this unusual cultural landscape, finds, for personal consumption, placed on the table before him, a plate with four pounds of sweets that all are just too sweet…and then, from the vague mist of too much sweetness, the visitor may realize…the game is on.

The Southwest Asia background geopolitics establish the contemporary context for the large construction projects in the Arabian Peninsula region–the region in which the Empty Quarter and my landscape story, The 23 Club, take place.

Maps: Arabia Felix

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Maps are fun. Maps are codes–landscape codes that blend natural and cultural geographies.

Maps and cartography…other ways of taking landscape journeys.

The Empty Quarter is the central landscape influence of my landscape story, The 23 Club.

Arabia Felix

Arabia Felix…happy? Why?

Felix is the only portion of the southern half of the Arabian Peninsula to receive regular rainfall. The tail ends of Indian sub-continent monsoon cyclones push into the mountains and valleys of the southern coast of the Arabian Peninsula.

The valleys of Yemen have fertile soil and dependable rainfall–thus, felix, Arabia Felix.

The Gnomist

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Sharon Liese directed and produced the above video, The Gnomist.

Made me think about plants, trees, forests, landscapes…and how human access to them can occur on so many levels–physical, emotional, intellectual, spiritual–amazing.

Shouldn’t every city have these gnome ecosystems within a ten minute walk from everyone’s front door? Why not?

Dreams, aspirations…realities…take the journey.

 

A Tingler in the Forest

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Maybe most of us, when feeling an unusual fear, have heard, at one time or another, most often in our childhood, most often from someone close…you’re just imagining it–there’s nothing there, nothing to be worried about, nothing to be scared of–it’s just your imagination.

I certainly did, and most likely it was before I saw the 1959 William Castle horror-thriller movie with Vincent Price called, The Tingler. In that movie, Vincent Price, playing a doctor, theorizes and proves that the tingling feeling in your spine when you experience fear can be relieved by screaming. And if you don’t scream, the tingle grows and morphs into an organism that gradually because of its size and strength will kill you. Fear needs to be released via screaming–that is how they sold the movie to the public.

This is not about the movie–but rather about the actual reality of mentally building up a fear into spine tingling without actually seeing anything in real life to substantiate it.

The movie tingler is an imaginary embodiment of fear as a growing organism on your spine. My interest is that real life feeling on your spine—that tingling—that strange wind blowing across your presence when you first realize fear has become on your being.

What is that? It is not clearly defined by our currently accepted theories of science or psychology. What does that mean? It means there is something out there that we sense, but for which no one has an explanation that yields replicable results.

Sometimes when I am taking a walk in a strange forest, a large forest nowhere near any towns; and it is a cloudy day near sunset. The day ends more quickly. The darkness arrives earlier. I don’t know exactly where I am. I don’t know the topography—of course I can trace my way back—but I know if I keep going forward on this path I will come in contact with known landscape before too long.

Then that strange breeze—very dry, very quiet, emanating from somewhere else, somewhere in the oncoming dark from the unknown forest–beckons my awareness. My spine comes briefly alive, alert. And there I have the choice—to dismiss as my imagination…or explore, examine it intellectually, inwardly and maybe, just maybe let my mind run without control, let that tingle grow.

The tingle comes, the tingle goes and I am still alive, still sane, still wrapped in an internal mystery that might have an external connection. The landscape is not always my friend. But I know this crossroad. I am almost home.