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Sacred Places

August 29th, 2008

Last night Borders Books in Brighton hosted the launch party for ‘Sacred Places’ which has just been published by Quercus. Here’s the text of the brief talk I gave to introduce the book:

The Pure Land itself is near…
Truly, is anything missing now?
Nirvana is right here, before our eyes,
This very place is the Lotus Land,
This very body, the Buddha

Hakuin’s Song of Zazen

This is the quotation that opens the book and it goes right to the heart of the book’s purpose – to help us appreciate the awe, the mystery that exists in Place – everywhere in fact, but somehow mysteriously, more accessibly in some places rather than others, which we then call ‘Sacred Places’.

In considering Sacred Places, we find that geography and human history meet, and often the story of the individuals who have discovered, created, or interacted with these places turns out to be as fascinating as the place itself. Let me give you some examples:

It’s 1994 and Mr Chauvet and a few friends are caving in SW France. They pause for a break in a rather uninteresting shallow cave, and one of them notices a faint draught coming from the rear of the cave wall. They pick away at it and they become the first humans for millennia to stumble their way into a 500 metre cave system filled with paintings 15,000 years older than the famous Lascaux paintings.

Let’s go further back in time, two years to 1992, and you’re with the Italian police with a stick of dynamite in your hand. You are raiding a temple complex that has been built in secret in the Valchiusella Valley over a 14 year period, and your police chief has threatened to blow it up if the builders don’t reveal the secret stairway that leads from the antechamber to the complex of temples beneath. Once inside you are dazzled to find halls filled with mirrors and crystals and the largest Tiffany ceilings in the world.

But once you bring human beings into any equation of course you have not only creativity and eccentricity, but also both tragedy and hopefulness.

A lot of books on sacred sites focus only their attractive features, but we do them a disservice if we ignore the political and environmental issues that surround many of them.

Let me tell you perhaps the saddest story related to a site in the book, then to cheer you up one of the most hopeful, and I’ll finish with a glimpse into a site that has provoked perhaps the most eccentric activity of all.

In the Sierra Nevada of northern Colombia a group of indigenous inhabitants, which include the Kogi, managed to flee the Spanish Conquistadors in the 16th century, to carry on their way of living undisturbed. In the 1980s they started to notice that the glaciers were melting and they decided to break their silence to warn the world of the environmental dangers they believed could render the world infertile. A BBC producer Alan Ereira visited them and wrote a book and made a documentary that was aired in 1990 entitled ‘From the Heart of the World – The Elder Brothers’ Warning’. In it he conveyed their stark message: ‘The Kogi make no predictions. They say only that if we do not change, they truly believe the world will die. It will cease to be fertile.’ Well we all know what has happened since 1990, and although as a result of the publicity given to the Kogi’s message 67,000 acres of their traditional lands have been brought into collective ownership and cleaned up, the reality is that the area is now a zone of conflict between the military and guerrilla fighters, drug cartels continue their activities there and the glaciers have almost completely disappeared. As Ereira gloomily says: ‘There is no hidden world any more.’

Let’s move from hopelessness to hope. The community who tunnelled away in secret in Valchiusella in Italy through the 1980s has now grown into a confederation of 30 small communities who are moving towards becoming self-sufficient in energy. They run their own schools and currency, grow their own food, and are involved in reforestation projects. In 2005 they won a United Nations award as a model of excellence for sustainable communities. Their exotic temples act as a spiritual focus for their work, which includes offering healing and meditation classes.

Finally – the site that has provoked the most eccentricity. This has to be Palenque in Mexico. This Mayan city flourished from the 4th to the 8th century, and although a dozen temples have now been discovered, much of the city still remains buried in the jungle. As one visitor described it: “Surrounded by lush tropical forest and jungle, this site has a serene, mystical atmosphere. From the moment you enter, you feel engulfed by a sense of history, timelessness and awe.” It was here that the self-styled Count Maximilien de Waldeck lived on top of one of the temple ziggurats for 2 years before returning to France to produce a lavish tome, which reproduced his drawings of the site and publicised his theory that the temples were built by one of the lost tribes of Israel. The count was also fascinated by erotic art and loved women. He died in his eighties when he spotted a beautiful woman walking along the Champs Elysee. He decided to chase after her and sadly keeled over in the attempt.

A century before the eccentric count published his book, a Spanish visitor claimed he had found a lost city of Atlantis there, and a century after, the infamous Erich von Daniken published his book ‘Chariots of the Gods?’ which suggested that the sarcophagus lid of king Pacal, that lies at the heart of the site in the Temple of Inscriptions, depicted a spaceman who had come to land to help build the city. Incredibly, even recently, von Daniken was able to raise millions of dollars to create a ‘Mystery Park’ in Switzerland that ran for three years before closing in 2006 and that included a replica sarcophagus lid as a central attraction. A leading member of the Swiss Academy of Sciences called it a ‘Cultural Chernobyl.’

As well as recounting stories of eccentricity, and looking at some of the problems that surround many of these sites, above all I hope that the book will act as an inspiration to engage in an activity which has sometimes been derided but which I think needs to be reinstated as not only worthwhile but indeed ethically and spiritually laudable. I’m talking about armchair travel. It’s cheaper than more mundane methods of travel, more environmentally-friendly, and perhaps in this way we can even emulate those great mystics of the Himalayas who, while deep in meditation, are said to be able to visit whatever spot on earth they wish. Hopefully in a small way this book can act as an aid to such an activity.

I opened this talk with the quotation that begins the book, so I’ll end with its closing quotation which comes from one of the most inspiring spiritual travel books ever written – Lama Anagarika’s ‘The Way of the White Clouds’:

Who can put into words the immensity of space? Who can put into words a landscape that breathes this immensity? – where vast blue lakes, set in emerald-green pastures and golden foothills, are seen against a distant range of snow mountains, in the centre of which rises the dazzling dome of Kailas, the ‘Jewel of the Snows’, as the Tibetans call the holy mountain.
Lama Anagarika Govinda, The Way of the White Clouds

It was good to see so many friends at the launch, but I’m worried by the effect that simply holding the book seems to be having on some of them:

4 Responses to “Sacred Places”

  1. ‘Sacred Places’ is top of my book list at the moment. Valchiusella sounds amazing. I do like the idea of armchair travel!

    Do you think that we don’t ‘make sacred’ enough our local environments? I used to venture out to visit well known sites, really enjoying the sense of pilgrimage and the different feel of each of these places. In the last few years I have become more and more obssessed with finding the sacred and the divine at a very local level; the more well known sites just don’t hold me quite in the same way anymore. The first book I read of yours was ‘The Druid Way’, many years ago, and it seemed to make so much sense to me, for each of us to journey deeply into the landscape beneath our feet and in doing so, open ourselves to its mystery and sacredness, and in doing so find rootedness and belonging.

    I love Gilbert White. What fascinates me about him is the way he was able to focus in on the natural history of a very small part of the Hampshire landscape; such patient and loving focus revealed a whole universe of extraordinary magic, one of great expanse and far reaching wisdom. Perhaps many of us – in an age of global travel – would find Gilbert’s little patch of earth a limited and stifling one, but I do think we have lost the eyes to really see the rich diversity of our local environments, the sacredness beneath our noses.

    I am fascinated about what it is exactly that leads us to view a specific place as sacred. Last week, I visited Chithurst Buddhist Monastery, just outside Midhurst. The monks and nuns there follow a ‘forest’ tradition, living simply and in harmony with nature. The Monastery is set on a Victorian estate, with woodland and lake. There are lots of little meditaion huts dotted throughout the woods. There are some amazing mature trees, worthy of veneration in themselves. It is a very beautiful place.

    On the boundary of their land, feeding into the river, is a spring. It lies beneath hazel, oak and alder, a circle of wooden posts keeping the shallow banks around it clear from the spring’s opening. Beneath a layer of pure, still spring water is another layer of sandy soil covering the spring’s surface. This layer bubbles up and ripples out like lava, the constantly changing shapes betraying the sheer force and energy that propells the water from deep below to the surface. It is mesmerising. As beautiful and peaceful as the monastery is, this little spring, hidden in a marshy, tangled and hidden corner, communicated a far greater spiritual power for me. Such things seem to cut through language, reaching a place inside us that understands their deeper symbolic power. Or perhaps it was just my own personal relationship to the place; that powerful rising from the depths – in such a striking and visual way – speaking so strongly to me.

    Engaging more deeply with how the Divine expresses itself through the landscape, flora, fauna, weater etc. of my own local environment is leading me to find those special places, those seemingly unspectacular and forgotten places, that like Gilbert White’s world, open up and magically expand when a relationship is built with them. I think that when you fall in love with your local environment – just as I think Gilbert White did with his – you foster a love for the whole of creation; you see more clearly the connections between the local and the global.

    Can’t wait to read your book!

  2. Maria I couldn’t agree with you more. As I was writing the book I found myself engaging in the somewhat paradoxical task of attempting to fascinate the reader (not hard with such fabulous places to describe) and at the same time to hint at the deeper meanings that might lie there that don’t actually require physically travelling there to appreciate.
    Like you I’m becoming more interested in experiencing the Divine in the local rather than the remote, even if it means combining that with the ‘guerilla gardening’ concept to improve a local area. I hope you enjoy the book!

  3. My copy of Sacred Places arrived yesterday -what a beautiful book! I have only just started reading it, but have looked through all the amazing photos. I was really touched to read about the Waimapihi Reserve – it’s really heartening! When looking at all the incredible places that you write about and realising how much creativity and vision these took to materialise, if we can take just a little of that creativity and vision and create sacred places – of the kind you discovered in New Zealand – in all our communites, there would be such change. It makes me feel hopeful that such a thing is possible. Wonderful book Philip, thank you (the Tarot Garden looks incredible – lovely to see Walden Pond included).

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