The Wisdom Of The Water

Ananga's Notes

Production wise this was a bit of an epic – at the time of recording it was the most tracks I had worked with and took several times longer to mix than it did to record! I certainly learned a thing or two in the recording of the Wisdom of the Water.

Again, the music pretty much happened on its own, the bird samples where added in conscious awareness and the odd musical marker for certain parts of the script, the sounds and instruments were carefully chosen but, aside from that, there are things in this track that I will probably never know how they came to be there!

I am delighted by the entrance of Pia’s vocal on this track as Silvia speaks “of the calling and the lifting…” it was recorded pretty much live and in one take. When we played it back to listen to it for the first time I put a massive amount of reverb on Pia’s voice for a rough idea of how her voice might sound when the project was mixed, knowing that it would be too much and could be adjusted later.

However when we heard it played back we both said “ooh I like the sound of that!” and so it was left as it was.

Silvia's Notes

This track is the  most well known and most well loved of the HD1 album and rightfully so.

Immediately accessible by everyone at all, it is a light and beautiful story of transformation and experience as we become the water and move through all the stages of its life with volition and with joy.

Linked to the concept of "innocent energy" from EmoTrance, this track is often played at EmoTrance workshops to brighten up, rejuvenate, cleanse and re-sparkle our energy systems, make our minds more tranquil and our bodies feel more flowing with the energy of soft moisture and movement.

I remember one particular occasion where I had a very difficult workshop on my hands, with lots of cynics and some people even who were only there because their spouses had made them come. By lunchtime, I was ready to just walk out and say, "Well sod you then, if you don't want to do energy work, why are you here?!" 

So after lunch break was over, I sat them all down and played the Wisdom of The Water.

What that did was just incredible.

The atmosphere was totally changed. It was as though the people themselves were different, their attitude had changed completely and this workshop went on to be a truly wonderful experience for all concerned in the end - thanks to the calming and clearing power of "The Wisdom Of The Water".

There is so much going on during this one journey, I could write for hours about the various metaphors in it and what they do and never get to the bottom of it, but there is one aspect that always amazed me once I had noticed it myself (after repeated personal use, that is!).

This is the learning about *change*. The water changes state and being as it FLOWS so smoothly from one incarnation to the other - but this isn't kicking and dragging change, being terrified of losing this or that but it is always forward flowing with total delight into the next state of being, always new, always exciting, always wonderful.

That to me is the most profound of the very many things we can learn from The Wisdom Of The Water - to flow with life through all our cycles and spirals, a new wonder each time and new each time no matter how often it has been experienced before. 

This is the essence of Even Flow and delight in being alive.

The Wisdom Of The Water 

As you relax and listen to me now,

I might tell you

about a person who went out

into their garden and they felt

a tiny cold sensation on their cheek.

They might have looked up to the sky and

might have realised that soon there would be rain,

and for some reason, that day they went

into their house and fetched a green blue chalice

made of old, old glass.

They took it outside and they stood it

in a place that would be right,

and even as they straightened and looked down

upon the chalice, they could feel the wind

now growing stronger and more rain

beginning now to fall, and they could see

one drop and then two inside the chalice.

Smiling, they would turn around and go inside

and close the doors, and for a moment

stand and watch as first the single spots of rain

appear now on the window pane, and then more still

that turn to little rivulets.

They would sigh with a smile and sit right down

in a most comfortable chair, and they would watch

the rain, and they would listen to the sounds of the rain,

and they would drift with in their mind with a slow thought

about their body and how much of it was water,

and how this water might remember things of old,

and how, if you were to imagine:

now yourself outside you could crouch down

and look at the rain falling onto the grass,

you would see

the superbly shaped miniature crystal drops

in all of their perfection, and if you looked much closer still,

you could see your own self reflected

in their silver surface, and you would reach

out with your mind and touch them,

and as you touched them you might cross

that threshold and your conscience

might merge with the drop of rain,

on the shiny green leaf that Is now

a water slide towards the dark brown earth

below so soft and welcome feeling as you

touch and merge and spread and reach

the other water consciousness

that is right here, a filtering awareness

that we’re bringing  richness and fertility

into this soil, this land, this planet,

so slowly filtering down through dark brown soil,

through firm red clay, and moving swiftly through the yellow sand,

and touch the bedrock grey of ages smooth

impenetrable but we know there are small fissures

and we morph and slide through darkness to

the stillness as we fall and softly bounce the surface –

A vast clean lake black underground, so old,

so clear, so still, so pure and cold,

we have been here so long, so long and it is

cool and soothing and so still and peaceful,

healing, recharging us

here in this vast reservoir.

We rested here for no-one knows how long

but after timeless time, a movement

was perceived right at the very outer

edges of our consciousness, and how

this movement thus became a steady flow

and then a cascade, tumbling charge of energy

pressure building all around and deep within us

and we rise, and rise, against the force of gravity

who doesn't stand a chance today, and we are

rising higher still and bursting forth into:

the gold of sun and green of forest and so

we flow and bubble,

smoothly sliding over time worn river rocks,

dancing in eddies, leaping for joy

over broken stones and fallen branches,

purposefully diving from great cliffs with the roar

of our million voices tumbling, falling to the pool below

a water fall, and on we rush, singing,

dancing all the way until we grow more numerous,

and more ponderous,

and we slow and steady

as more and more come to join us,

a greater and greater procession,

and are born the river, so statesmanlike

with every tributary joining our parade,

we grow more grand and powerful until

We move into a rhythm call of slowest pulse

it calls towards a new excitement

and it has us all enthralled and focussed forward,

forward, as we sense a change in taste, in texture,

and in being, a push and pull from far away

so familiar, so familiar, so welcoming, so beckoning

as we swiftly slide across the mudflats, and in

a breathless moment that lasts no time at all,

we are the sea, the inshore sea, and all is new

and oh! The rhythm like a beating of the hearts

we cannot count, and deep below, the slower rhythm,

powerful and moving, as we greet the moon and rise

as one to meet her in devotion.

Jade blue rushing, dark green lifting

and the energy builds up and up and it

becomes ever more eternal, ever more infinite

as we grow and we are all the oceans of the world,

all the depths so deep so dark

and all the brilliant blue lagoons,

white crashing reef dancers

and all the crushing blows on stony shores

and the waves as high as mountains

enfolding countless beings in our midst

providing for them all,

so all expansive all at one

all things remembered, all embraced

all things eternal here and now. 

There is awareness of the calling of the sun,

of the calling and the lifting,

of the calling and in answer we will rise

to meet the sky, pale sheets of mists we are

and rise in layers to the sun, towards

the perfect blue of summer skies, and even

as we rise and higher, higher still above

the ocean far below, an invisible procession

that fills the space and bridges heaven both to earth,

we touch each other lightly and we fly now high

majestically, so high above, so white and filled with dreams

and we are all things that you can conceive,

dancing, weaving, slowly unfolding, moving

with the tides of wind and time and high above

the sun always shines,

and the stars are always bright with glory.

Sometimes, the mountains meet us, 

try to catch us, call us, ask for our embrace

and will blanket them with ease

and gentle tenderness, and sometimes,

deserts smile to us as we pass high above

and leave them to their golden, rocky splendour.

Timeless sailing, timeless drifting, gusting winds

and swirling dancers are we, one with joy

and passion, meeting for our festival of transformation,

whirling faster, spinning faster,

edging on to change and then we fill the skies

with song, until the tension breaks

and energy  discharges roaring, blinding

flashes of delight and one by one, we tumble,

tumble gorgeously ensphered and rush

as fast as we can be to throw ourselves

in wild abandon to the land below,

to congregate in lakes or rivers,

to become the ocean once again, to slide across

the rocks and grass, to a new wonder

old though it may be,

so wonderful again and fresh and new

each time

because we are,

because we are,

because we are.

And a person might slowly

begin to wake from their dream,

and they might look

at the sparkling diamonds on the window pane,

and they might open the door to the garden and blinking,

step into the bright and clean.

The thunderstorm had passed.

And they walk across the sparkling grass

and they might well pick up a chalice

made from old green glass

that is now is filled with sparkling, liquid living

and they may pause before they raise it to their lips,

and smile, and drink it, feeling it refresh them,

energising and reminding them

of the wisdom,

of the water.