A One-Way Ticket on the Hellbound Train and the Chakana That Saved the World

This is my second go at reading, "In the Realm of the Hungry Ghosts", and I'm much more present in reading the material now. It helps to write in the margins. Why keep books pristine? A great deal lives between the carnal and spiritual text of Dr. Gabor Mate's work. It eloquently uses the stories of impoverished often-homeless mentally-ill drug addicts who are socially confined to residing in a ghetto as a mirror to draw focus to our collective addictions, be they to shopping, work, sex, or food. The poetic sense in his imagery and the poetry you read between the lines offers nourishment to the hungry ghost within. And as I wrote this, my Mother Mary and Kuan Yin are casting growing shadows on my wall. Life is organically magical, when we don't stop it from being so.

Tonight, my talented FB amigo, musician and artist Rumi Nahui, reminded me of The Prophecy of the Condor and Eagle tonight by sharing his Chakana. That story is actually the foundation and bones of two of my screenplays. It plays a more obvious role in the one that features a magical "pet" condor. It's a story that playfully exposes some of the foibles of the pharmaceutical industry. The other one is about a (half) Mayan-descendent who was abandoned at the foot of an Aztec Temple and found and raised by a Quechua woman. It's a Tarzan story, in which the world is saved by the healing powers of the unification of all indigenous people. So, thanks to my friend, I'm thinking about it, and realizing it should be a novel first. And I'll get right to it just as soon as my kid stops puking, and people stop needing curses lifted and demons exorcised ;)