Her face glows in the
dark of my bedroom like a yellow moon. The lovely young Chinese woman is
studying me intently. She is as near as the foot of my bed. Her eyes are both
very dark and very bright, her hair is lustrous black, cut neatly at shoulder
length to produce a helmet effect. She is wearing a yellow tunic dress, and I
remember that in China yellow is the color of Earth.=
She communicates her intention: to teach me
the real I Ching. As I look in her eyes I see they are like 8-balls, in
constant rhythmic motion, displaying the eight trigrams that compose the
essence of the Book of Changes, marrying in pairs to make the 64 hexagrams.
If this is a Lady of Earth, of the
receptive power of K'un, where is her consort? I see him now, wearing a robe of
deep blue silk, embroidered with what may be bronze dragons. He is a Lord of
Sky, and I know he personifies Ch'ien, the Heaven of the Changes. His lower
body moves, indistinctly, like that of a great serpent-dragon, its coils
turning like a mobius strip. I sense that his lower body interweaves with that
of the Lady.
I recall that according to tradition, the
trigrams were invented by the dragon emperor Fu Xi, drawing knowledge from
Heaven, and that in certain Taoist temples Fuxi and his consort Nuwa are
depicted together. Their upper bodies are human; their lower bodies are those
of serpent-dragons, intertwined. Awed by the energy presence of these ancient
beings in my space, I am also embarrassed by my faulty memory of the Changes. I
try to rehearse the names and forms of the eight trigrams in my mind. The
primal pair: Heaven and Earth, Ch'ien and K'un. Fire and Water, Li and
Kan. Lake and Mountain, Tui and Ken. Wind and Thunder, Sun and Chen. Do I have
that right?
Not that way. The code of Thunder
flares in the Lady's changing eyes. Her fierce intent interrupts my effort to
recite the list of the trigrams. Like this. Her eyes change again.
I see a green mountain rising in a soft mist. There is a gentle lake at its
summit, and around the peak a perfect cloud ring. Lake on the Mountain. I
struggle to remember the name and the attributions of the corresponding
hexagram. Something to do with lovers, newlyweds, attraction.
Not like that. She is opening a
different way of seeing and reading the code of the Changes. I relax into the
embrace of Earth, and soon find myself in a different scene.
I am on top of a very tall and steep hill,
with warriors dressed in skins and armed with bows and spears. There is an
intense feeling of being alive up here. The wind is fresh and brisk, lifting my
hair, fluttering a loose fringe. We may have a battle to fight, but our spirits
are high, our defensive position is very strong, and we can see whatever is
coming at us from far away. This hill fort has a commanding view. I can see
across great vistas in all directions.
Access to our hill fort is via a wooden ladder that goes up the hillside for hundreds of feet. It can be pulled up to deny access to strangers. My lieutenant is so agile I doubt that he needs a ladder. Laughing, he sways his body over the edge of the drop until his back is almost horizontal. This defies human physiology. Maybe he has feet that can grip like fists. Respecting my human limitations, I take a step back from the brink, then smile at myself because the body I am using here can do things the body I left in bed can't manage.
Remembering that my regular body is in a bed in a snowy town in western New York, I recollect my encounter with the Lady who told me she would teach me the real I Ching. Am I inside one of the hexagrams? If so, which one? My guess would be the 20th hexagram, which is called Guan, or Watching. Wind over the Earth.
Access to our hill fort is via a wooden ladder that goes up the hillside for hundreds of feet. It can be pulled up to deny access to strangers. My lieutenant is so agile I doubt that he needs a ladder. Laughing, he sways his body over the edge of the drop until his back is almost horizontal. This defies human physiology. Maybe he has feet that can grip like fists. Respecting my human limitations, I take a step back from the brink, then smile at myself because the body I am using here can do things the body I left in bed can't manage.
Remembering that my regular body is in a bed in a snowy town in western New York, I recollect my encounter with the Lady who told me she would teach me the real I Ching. Am I inside one of the hexagrams? If so, which one? My guess would be the 20th hexagram, which is called Guan, or Watching. Wind over the Earth.
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The wind blows over the
earth.
This is the image of Watching.
This is the image of Watching.
In this way ancient
kings
looked across the four directions
observed the people
and gave them instruction.
looked across the four directions
observed the people
and gave them instruction.
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I hang over the precipice, studying the
ladder. Despite its great height, it has only six rungs. Now I recall that
ascending the Watchtower whose shape is concealed and revealed in the lines of
the 20th hexagram is a journey of six steps. Few can manage these six steps in
the course of a lifetime. On the first step, we see as an un-wise child; we
notice only what relates to our cravings and fears. On the second step. we see
like a nervous homebody peering out through a slit in a wall; protected by
structure, we see little beyond it. On the third step, we look in a mirror and
begin to observe ourselves, and what we have done and not done on our life
journeys. On the fourth step, like lookouts, we can see across the land and
provide news and warnings for our communities. On the fifth step, we return to
self-observation, looking harder and deeper at our true selves. If we make it to
the sixth and final step, we can see the whole. We can look at ourselves from a
witness perspective. We no longer look from the ego, but from the greater Self.
Again, I see the changing eyes, with the
turning codes, and sense the movement of the dragon coils in their mobius
dance. I have read thirty books on I Ching, and made my own guide to the
hexagrams, giving personal names to each one and noting incidents that followed
a particular reading on a certain date. I once taught a course titled "I
Ching for Dreamers" in which we drummed the patterns of
broken and unbroken lines, inspired by the most ancient, fragmentary text of
the Book of Changes, found in a lacquer hamper in the tomb of a lord at
Mawangdui as recently as 1973, where it is written that "the sages drummed
the movements of all under Heaven" into the oracle.
However, I consider myself a rank amateur
in this area, and would not trust my ability to read the Changes until I have
internalized the 64 hexagrams and the changing lines without the need to look
anything up. In Chinese tradition such mastery requires either a lifetime of
training, memorizing and practice, or the direct inspiration of past masters,
or both.
The shining eyes give me Heaven under Earth, the
desirable placement since this means the primal pair are coming together. Maybe
I can aspire to know a little more of the Changes in the years that remain to
me. Maybe, with the Yellow Lady and the Blue Lord as gatekeepers, I will lead
others on a journey through the cycles, to climb the ladder of six steps to the
Watchtower.
AFTERTALE
Oracles have their own
life, and can call you even when you are not calling on them. I took up the
study of I Ching because Einstein met me at a Chinese gate and instructed me
that the Chinese oracle is the best working model of the universe that is
generally accessible. Months later, on a snowy night in a motel in western New
York, the oracle came alive for me. Jung knew something of this. He wrote that
“One could even define the I Ching
oracle as an experiential dream, just as one can define a dream as an
experiment of a four-dimensional nature.” (Letter to the Rev. W.P. Witcutt,
August 24, 1960). The Mawangdui text quoted here follows the translation by Edward L.
Shaughnessy, I Ching, The Classic of Changes: The First English
Translation of the Newly Discovered Second-Century B.C. Mawangdui Texts (New
York: Ballantine, 1997) 203.
Adapted from Mysterious Realities: A Dream Traveler's Tales from the Imaginal Realm by Robert Moss. Published by New World Library.
Image at the top: ancient painting of Nuwa and Fuxi
Now here's a synchronicity. I came to your site today as a follow up from a casting of the I Ching this morning regarding the question, what is preventing me from remembering my dreams. For the last couple of years I have been trying to remember my dreams and only rarely do I and even then it is usually a fragment, even after searching for and following much advice about how to enhance dream recall. The hexagram I cast was very appropriate: The Darkening of the Light, Fire under Earth, Hidden Brightness. The 2nd line was changing, so it transformed into Earth over Heaven, the hexagram you mention here.
ReplyDeleteI mused on the meanings of this oracle all day, and came back online to see what sort of spirit animal a horse is. That's because the changing line I cast was about being wounded in the left thigh but being saved by a strong horse. Also I looked up Chiron, the Greek Centaur who was wounded in the thigh which led to him becoming a master of healing. I was impressed to learn that his student, Asklepious, became a great healer who used dreams as one of his main tools. (I seem to recall you've written about him.) For some reason Chiron reminds me of you, so I came back online again to see if maybe you have written about horses related to dreams. And thus I find you writing today about the I Ching, including mentioning the very hexagram I cast. This leads me to consider that the description of the six rungs of the ladder you gave, perhaps contains an answer to my dream drought issue. To be honest, I may be that person on the 2nd rung.
I look forward to you turning your interpretive and poetic gifts toward writing further about the I Ching. I always loved the poetry of the Wilheim work but lately have developed an appreciation for several writers of online commendaries, LiSe's YiJing and James Dekorne's Gnostic Book of Changes. The inner world is such a paradise of poetry, which you have taught me as much as anyone. The poetry is what I long to experience in remembering my dreams.