Treasures & Riches

Ananga's Notes On Treasures

The original track for Treasures and Riches was not included on the first release of HypnoDreams 1 – it was lost due to a hard drive failing just as it was due to be backed up. 

The version you hear on the new release was recorded using Absynth a soft synthesiser – that is, one with no hardware or physical structure at all – the sounds and keyboard appear on the screen as a “virtual instrument”.

Absynth was recently used in recording the soundtrack of The Matrix Reloaded.

Silvia's Notes On Treasures

Usually, I have an idea of what a journey is about or what it is for - but in this case, I simply don't.

I have NO idea what this is about or what it is supposed to do for our energy systems, our bodies and our lives.

All I know is that I find this evocation or story absolutely fascinating and have listened to it more than probably any of the others (perhaps apart from Ocean Wood) and I just love it. 

Is it something about people holding on to their pains and old emotions in the mistaken belief that they are valuable? Perhaps they are valuable indeed but can be traded for something even more valuable still?

Why did I write this? What does it mean?

Sincerely, I cannot tell you.

I just wrote it and there it was and here it is!

Perhaps someone else can explain it to me some day, or perhaps one day I will find out with the wisdom of hindsight - and when I do, I promise I'll tell you!

In the meantime, here is a trip to a VERY different part of the universe and quite a way outside of our own solar system, called strangely ...

Treasurers & Riches 

Once upon a far away land

and in a time, not quite like ours,

there was a solar system

drifting in its galaxy

towards the inner core,

and if your were to have approached it

in a spacecraft, or even riding on a winged being

through the dimensions and the fabric of the light,

you would have easily been able

to discern the seven planets

orbiting a diamond red star light

so intense that it stood out clearly

and sparkling amidst the densest tapestry

of stars above,

of stars beyond

of stars below.

If you were to have approached at rushing speed

you would have seen with awe

the seventh planet, trailing streams of ice across its path,

yet rainbow lit and star so bright

with hue of rosebud from its distant sun;

and passing by, a planet dark and purple

and its moons in orbit, matching colour,

matching revolution and beyond,

the red gold sickle of another sunrise there,

and on to see a sphere of blue you never saw

and white with  hues of sunrise and it would

grow more and more upon approach

and widen in your field of vision

and we would  gently drift to land amongst

the shores of purple mountains, by the blue,

blue lakes and saffron shores.

And here we might encounter

standing still a trader, clad in purple robes,

eagerly awaiting our first footsteps in the bright

and bracing light beneath an alien sun that feels

familiar like the sunset

when we left our homes and made our hearts

steadfast to be one on this journey.

Beneath, the saffron sands are soothing soft

and gently welcome our bodies, and though

we leave no trace nor shadow, we go forth

to meet the trader and we greet him

in a steady voice

of welcome and of recognition.

And the trader is a being, white and wise

beneath their purple robes and asks no more than

we would follow to their home

and garden by the saffron shores

by the blue, blue lake

where dreams grow flowers and sounds

like silken grasses weave

beneath the silent winds of sun

and little fancies firefly.

We enter halls of living marble and before us

set a feast of strangest fruit and sky blue wine

which sparkles and the bubbles make our noses twitch

and tingle on our tongues.

And the trader asks,

what do you bring to me tonight?

And there is one amongst us

who can light the way and he begins to tell

a tale of loss, of sorrow and

he bends his head, his tears fall

and they turn to diamonds in his lap,

falling diamonds from his eyes

until his sadness is released

and now he breathes

deeply, freely, once again.

The trader waves and a fairy did appear

with a small casket, velvet lined,

stands small and wide eyed

as the one amongst us who did cry the diamonds

gently gathers them and places them into

the velvet one by one.

The trader looks upon the diamonds

and is most satisfied and nodding, smiling and exclaiming

of their quality and beauty and we watch

as another of our group begins to tell

a tale of hurt and anger, and as

his heart pounds blood and fists become in rage

hot fire flashes from his eyes, and turns to tears

of ruby falling to his lap unheeded as he rages, rages

and until his rage is spent and now,

he breathes deeply, freely once again.

His ruby rages are collected

in a new casket fresh and clear.

The trader looks upon the rubies

and is most satisfied and nodding,

smiling and exclaiming

of their quality and beauty

and we watch as another of our group

begins to tell a tale of love denied, and

then another speaks of hopelessness,

and I, I talk of hatred and revenge,

and starry sapphires, precious jade and emeralds

are falling from us, pouring from us

till at last our treasures are  all spent

and we breathe deeply, freely once again.

On the polished table

before each of us

there sits a casket filled with gems

and the trader is well pleased.

He claps his hands and many fairies

now appear in robes of white

that make them seem like angels,

and each is carrying offerings on sea shells of opal

which belong to us

now in return these gifts

are rare and precious beyond measure,

magicals for us to take away, and each one

custom made to be the fairest measure of the trade.

And one of us discovers with delight

a starry light that guides your way

through darkest night,

and one of us discovers

now a tiny music that will be

with you, no matter where or what,

and one of us discovers a small colour,

small enough to fit your hand,

that brightens and reminds

wherever you go, no matter what

and I, I find a magic feather touch

so I need never be alone or without love.

Immersed in our new gifts we were,

for a long time no-one spoke and there

was just the trader, smiling knowing

that a good deal had been done this day.

We thanked him as he thanked us too,

and when we left, the velvet night had come

and brightly coloured songs were dancing

by the saffron shores

by the blue, blue lake and so we celebrated through

until at dawn, we said farewell

to take our treasures home and now

we couldn’t wait to share them

with the loved ones we had left behind and who

are anxiously awaiting our return.