A Story Waiting to Pierce You ~ Peter Kingsley


I got this book a few weeks ago. It took about an hour or so to read as it is really short, only about 80 pages of large type, and the second half of the book is all the Notes. I didn’t read them, because that’s just not my bag, but when my husband read the book, (he loved it) and gave it back he said ”Wow, those Notes are really interesting.”

It is a story about a Mongolian shaman named Abaris (SkyWalker), a real, historical figure and priest of Apollo, who travels in a trance from Mongolia/Tibet direction (Hyperborea), bearing a symbolic arrow to give to Pythagorus, which plants the seed for the western civilisation. The story itself is not big on facts (but it is all there in the Notes apparently)..it is more of a dream-like incantation of the beginnings of a philosophy. It connects east and west in a profound way, hinting at the further reach of Abaris to the Native American peoples. It describes the practice of high speed running which is known as Lungompa, and was practiced in Tibet. It talks about Tulkus and reincarnation. But mostly it describes ecstasy as being fundamental to our ability to understand..

”Cultures are created and destroyed in ecstasy – and for every moment in between there is nothing that keeps a world alive aside from the breath of ecstatics….the whole of existence is an elaborate illusion to make everyone believe that something can be done here, even though nothing is ever done. In spite of all the personal dreams, the collective hopes and aspirations, nothing whatsoever is achieved because the real doing all happens somewhere else.” ~ pg. 79

”There are really only two kinds of people in existence. there is everyone who has been trained to live either for today or for tomorrow, stuck in all the cycles of endless preparations and expectations, dutifully digging holes and then falling into them, always busy…..This is called waiting for the new moon.

And then there are those who know how to work in perfect stillness, imperceptibly bringing the future into being.

This is called waiting for the new sun.” ~ pg 82


Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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