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Prophetic Conspirators: Psychedelic Water ~
“How are you enjoying Oz?” the shaman asked the intrepid visitors. Cheers and laughter erupted from the sparking bonfire on the other side of the party-strewn paddock, where flittering gouts of flaming starlets poured up to greet the Milky Way.
“It great,” Zen beamed through the smaller campfire. “We want to live here, but our visa run out soon.” He turned to his partner Shi, who was briskly nodding her agreement. The Japanese couple was obviously enjoying this taste of tribal tepee life in the hippified Rainbow Region of Oz, yet they’d shifted an arm’s length apart amid the small circle of newfound friends. Despite their recent exposure to naked hippies and public lovemaking, the shaman surmised the couple’s rigidified Nipponese upbringing still ensured they betrayed no overt signs of physical affection.
“You can always come back, bud,” Cameron assured him.
Zen balanced Shi’s hand on his knee. “I want to. We want to.”
“You’ve had no trouble here?” asked Cameron. The young travelers looked to one another before Shi answered for them both; “No, not trouble. Just some old people swear at us in Queensland.” She shrugged her slight shoulders while flying foxes screeched through the treetops.
“You may encounter that with many older people here, particularly in Queensland – because of World War Two. You know what I’m talking about?” Ram felt like Basil Fawlty attempting to be diplomatic as the thought ‘Don’t mention the war’ flitted through his bedazzled noggin. The visitors glanced at each other again before Zen nodded. “Yes, we hear of it,” he affirmed.
“Well… older Queenslanders and other people in the north of Oz will never forget that the rest of the country was willing to hand them over to Japan if New Guinea fell.”
“Everything north of Brisbane,” Cameron agreed. “And – well, no offence, but there were some hideous atrocities committed in that war and a lot of older people don’t forget that, either.”
Zen tilted his head to one side. “Really?”
“There certainly were,” the shaman prince carefully enunciated each word through the flickering firelight. “Almost a lifetime ago now. There is a new generation in Japan that has been told nothing of it – and isn’t responsible for any of it. We certainly do not hold it against you. But the generations before us will never forget and many will never forgive – and the fact that nothing is taught about it in Japan is a real concern to much of the world.”
“That’s right,” Cameron agreed. “Most of my older relatives hate Japan to this day. We grew up hearing horror stories about guys being carved up and tortured from my uncle. He was in the Pacific…”
“You have to remember,” Ram said with a glance to Cameron, “propaganda was at least as bad on all sides as it is today. Even worse in wartime, of course. The history we read and were taught isn’t very accurate either – it was written by the victors, after all…”
“Always is,” concurred Cameron.
“…There were atrocities on all sides – though the ruling caste of the Japanese government considered themselves superior to all other races, just like the Nazis. They treated everyone else just as badly as the S.S. did the Jews and Gypsies.
“Japan created a slaughterhouse all around them before Hiroshima was bombed,” Ram continued, holding Cameron’s firelit gaze. “But you know, they were actually forced into the war.”
“They were? I’ve heard that, but what do you mean? What about Pearl Harbour?” Cameron’s interest flared with the firelight.
“The West cut off their oil supplies and just about everything else they needed to make themselves self-sufficient in a colonial world. The Japanese elite realised they could take the Western Pacific only if they could destroy the US military there in just six months – by wiping out its Pacific fleet in one stroke. Their plan actually unraveled right at the beginning at Pearl Harbour, when some of their targets escaped; but it’s all a long story, like the Opium Wars…”
“Ah,” Zen nodded. Shi was obviously struggling to keep up with the conversation and he translated in a rapid burst of Japanese. “This very difficult, but interesting for us,” she said as comprehension dawned on her pretty face.
“Mind you,” Ram continued, “Japan took Manchuria – though they may have had ancestral links to the place – and the shocking war against China was fought in a despicable manner. Japan hadn’t signed the Geneva Convention…”
“No…” Zen asked the question as a statement.
“No,” Cameron averred.
“You don’t mind discussing this?” the Prince belatedly asked the young couple.
“No, we not mind,” Zen sayid for them both. “We want to know.”
“Well… you know that Japan bombed the city of Darwin, in the north of this country? Destroyed it completely?” Cameron asked. The visitors shook their heads in confusion. “Bombed many, many times. Or that midget submarines attacked Sydney Harbour?” The visitors were nonplussed.
“No…” Shi breathes. “We not know…”
“It cuts both ways,” Ram observed. “Australians weren’t told the truth about Darwin either, thanks to the excuse of wartime censorship. And we know so little about Nippon or its history – and everything we think we know is twisted out of true by the media, intelligence agencies and politicians.” Watching the Japanese couple feel the pressure of the past, bowing their heads toward the fire and frowning in consternation, he decided to change the subject; “You’ve had no trouble with young people here?”
“No,” Shi smiled, looking up from the flames. “Mostly it’s great.”
She turned to watch Mandy emerge from the night and pull a deckchair up by the fire. Ram’yana was aware that the feral had been silently observing the conversation while twirling her blond dreadlocks in the shadows. He watched her watching the Japanese. She and her beau were slowly constructing their place in the Sun on the Star Earth tribal land, after their shady love shack mysteriously burned down a few weeks before the festival.
“When you come back from Japan you’d better arrange to bring some more of those young hippies with you,” Cameron laughed. “Save them by bringing them here to this hippy preserve.
“If we make it back,” Zen said, “Before something bad happen.”
“You think something bad is going to happen?” Cameron leaned forward into the heat. “Like what? War with China?”
Zen looked him in the eye. “Maybe that. Maybe something else. Not know what – but something. Many feel it in Japan. Things cannot go on as they are – something big is coming.” The Westerners sat in silence as he continued. “Maybe the Earth will rebel… But it good for me – it probably necessary for enlightenment, to go into the next… dimension?” *
“That’s the word,” the shaman assured him.
“Next dimension is where we all need to go. The next level.”
“I understand,” Ram said slowly, “but you know – it isn’t necessary to die to achieve enlightenment.” He caught Mandy’s approving smile across the flames. Zen appeared nonplussed. “And if there are another series of dimensions beyond this one – not parallel universes, but higher geometric dimensions – you know what I mean?” Zen nodded, hanging on every word. “Then we must already be in them, they must be accessible to us from here.” He saw he was moving beyond the visitors’ comprehension of English and took another tack that dovetailed with Zen’s interest in physics. “If eleven dimensions exist then how can we only exist in three or four of them? We must extrude, project, into all of them already. Understand?”
“Hmmm. This is very interesting. It not be necessary to die to be there… but how?”
“You know that the way out is always in?” the shaman asked him. Zen nodded in time with Shi. “Meditation, and the conscious development of the wider supersenses available to us; conscious exploration of those realms that we already extrude into, learning to see with new eyes… Armageddon isn’t necessary to achieve enlightenment. Purification by fire is not something you need to go through. You are free now.”
“Many people in Japan think we must die to go on,” Zen said. “They think it a good thing. This is very interesting. I must think about this…”
“Many people think the same thing here, too,” Cameron sympathised. “But we have to go on and endure. It’s too easy the other way. ‘Nobody gets off until the mess is cleaned up.’ ”
The visitors nodded more profusely at this sage pronouncement…