Mariana’s Trench

Is nearly 7 miles deep, the deepest place on earth. Everest is less than 6 miles high. A place of extremes.

I’ve always been fascinated by extremes. Don’t know why. The biggest, the smallest, the fastest, the heaviest..; it’s not surprising that the Guinness Book of Records was one of my favourite books as a teenager.

Well perhaps I do now. We are living through the most extreme period of our lifetimes. Is it possible to over exaggerate the nature of “reality” as it rolls out in 2020? Do you know anyone who could predict the scale of the cataclysmic shift we are experiencing? We have biblical predictions; we have had Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce. 30 years ago David Icke emerged to an unsuspecting public. Nine years ago I had the unbelievable shock and blessing when my wife Anne began to channel Princess Diana. Diana knew the script, or at least large parts of it, before she was “departed.”

You may have heard the expression “everything we have been told is a lie.” Easy to say this, difficult to accept, and utterly impossible to fully comprehend. Scientists and mystics have long maintained that the conscious, logical, left brain can only work with around 10% of what our whole brain is capable of. I’m saying that-as above so below- an infinite universe correlates to infinite mind. What is the mind? Our hearts and our organs have neurotransmitters, intelligent cells which send information to the brain. Our sense (and meaning) making “apparatus” is not limited to what fits under our skulls. And when you are created at conception how long is it before the hundred trillion cells which make up the physical body are formed from the sperm and the egg?

How many poets, authors, artists, sculptors, composers and song writers have attempted to express love in all its forms through their chosen mediums?

Have you ever been so in love that you frantically search the works of Rumi, Blake, Byron, Turner, Van Gogh, Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, da Vinci, Strauss, Dylan, Lennon and McCartney for confirmation and inspiration…?

The global chaos and opportunity that engulfs us cannot be reduced- God help us- to “hanging chads” (if you remember the Bush/Gore presidential race in 2000 you will know what I’m talking about) or infinitely repeated soundbites, memes and scams. It is just as easy, whatever your worldview-without exception-to become excited about the future as it is to become depressed.

In May last year Victor Vescovo descended nearly seven miles to the deepest place on earth in Mariana’s Trench. This achievement cannot be underestimated.

As well as being interested in extremes, the mystical, the magical, the serendipitous, the ineffable, the indescribable all maintain their fascination.

A couple of nights ago, two words “came into my mind”. The title of this piece. It is either the Mariana trench, Marianas trench or in my version, Mariana’s trench. Do you care? Let me say I was in Rumi mode. Mary and Anna have great significance for me. River deep, Mountain high? As we live in a world of inversion, it makes complete sense to me to use the metaphor of Mariana’s trench to express the ineffable.

Today I spent an hour or two in “England’s most beautiful village,” Bibury in the Cotswolds (William Morris. William Morris was a 19th century British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist).

Bibury stirs many emotions in me. Before martial law it was almost impossible to explore the place without rubbing shoulders with literally thousands of other tourists. “Private property” signs are written in Chinese and Japanese.

This morning all I felt was peace.

Maybe you would feel peace on the top of Mount Everest or at the bottom of Mariana’s trench. In this incarnation I have no inclination to attempt to visit either of these destinations, despite massively admiring those who do.

So I’ll have to restrict myself to my own Mariana and Everest experiences, uniquely my own and uniquely indescribable. I’m not sure what goes before the expression “and die a happy man” but I could have a very good guess.

All I need to do now is to translate, in whichever way I can, the microcosm to the macrocosm. Or is it the other way round?

Namaste, love to you all, Jack Stewart November 9, 2020.

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