So I’m on a Trailways bus from Fairfield, Iowa to Denver, Colo. It’s been a stressful bus ride. They mislabeled my bags and unloaded them incorrectly. Twice. It seems like every stop, a woman with painfully bleached blond hair regales me with stories of their missing boyfriends that are extremely late picking them up. And we’re watching Martin Lawrence on television, who is not one of my favorites.
But here are photographs of the Maharishi campus, which you might like. First, the Tower of Invincibility:
Second, one of two domes that are the campus’s pride and joy, this one the Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge:
It was raining, I was wet, and it didn’t seem like I could go in them. Maybe I’m failing my mission, but I’ve had a bad week.
The one nice thing about this bus ride is a young hippie girl from North Carolina who gave me some fantastic almond butter and jelly sandwiches on homemade bread. We talked about different interpretations of the Garden of Eden, eunuchs and Matthew 19:11-12, and Jewish beliefs on whether a sin is a sin if one doesn’t know the law.
One thing she introduced me to is the work of Masaru Emoto, and the life of water. By putting water next to words like “Adolph Hitler,” “Thank You,” and “You make me sick; I will kill you” and then taking photographs of the different crystals that form when frozen, Emoto tries to show that water is, in effect, alive, and can feel emotive vibrations from its environment.
I’m skeptical. And tired.
