Four Corners Dreaming
Preface to Part 2 of the North Star Road Trilogy: 'Montezuma's Well'
For each of us on this earth there is a well - a place of water - where we can be at one with the Otherworld. It is a place where you can wait, often only for a short time, before you are at one with the spirit. Some search all their lives for this well and although they walk close by it, they never see it. They walk towards their inevitable death without ever having drunk from its waters. Others see, after much searching, the path to its edge. When you reach the edge of your well it is important that you pause and reflect upon the journey that led you there. Only in recollections of the past and how they influenced your arrival at this point in the present can you adequately prepare for your future. Future, past and present are all related. It is only at your well that you can slide into Otherworldliness and intermingle with the ancestors. And the water of your own well, the one that you are led to by sinuous, tortuous paths, that you taste the sweetness of life. It is because at your well, and at your well only, you find your own specially brewed elixir of life. And it is so sweet. The coming to the knowing at the well's edge does not always proffer a life of wine and roses, far from that. Of what possible use would a future be unless it had the challenges, equally weighted, of good and bad, danger and exhilaration?
My journey to the Superstition Mountains circlestone had taught me much about the underlying forces which rule our earth. And of the ability of those that understood to tap into both the negative and positive energies that lay therein.
It would be some time before i found my personal well. The well i could call mine. Not in a possessive sense - it could never be mine alone as there were myriad souls that had also been led to it, both living and dead, long before and long after. If you are reading this book then you already know the name of the well. But the name alone is unimportant. More interesting is the journey taken to reach the well, and even far more interesting than that is the effect the place has on you when you discover it. The circlestone had taught me that nothing happens by accident. It stood alone in the desert directing the water carriers to the places where the true treasures of a desert lay. It had told me secrets about the calendar of the universe, not the current confused chronometer of earth. It had bludgeoned me into acceptance, with an eagle's feather, mind, that the universe was as an intricate a creation as the spider web of all genius combined.
i had gazed upon such archaeological wonders as the Great Pyramid, Kathmandu, Petra, Macchu Pichhu, Abu Simbel, Ephesus, the Eredo (Nigeria) and Buritaca 2000 (the latter in Columbia), all gargantuan to the imagination, and had found many of the answers i sought in a humble circle of rocks in the Superstition Mountains of Arizona.
But to say all previous journeys made were fruitless is to lie to one's self. See, they are all combinations and permutations of the path to your very well, the well of your being, the fount of your very being, in fact. The tragedy is that most people choose the path of least resistance, the opposite to that of the words of Robert Frost's 'The Road not Taken'. So if you find yourself in the woods, alone, and frightened, then take the road least taken instead of the path of least resistance. If you forever choose the easiest way out of the maze of life chances are you will never cotton onto the path that leads to your Montezuma's Well. And you will join the rest who never made it to their wells.
Inanga, 'Ruminating on the Vicissitudes of Life at Skull's Place', 2001