America – Drilling Down For Pay Dirt

Traveling to a New America


What is needed is the blow of a hammer.

Cracking through age-old sediment, releasing hot plasma.

There is fire at the center of your life.  Let it come forth.

Now spin a tale with utter abandon.  Resurrect voices stifled and buried and abandoned down the well hole of known history, and of unknown history, tides of people we have never known, prehistoric cave people with large skulls and protruding jaws, talented cave painters of bison and elk, magic makers invoking chants of mystery and awe to the spreading dawn.

We hold everything within our lives.  Give credence to it all.

The bards have been waiting for aeons, sweating in the dark.  Now bring forth the dawn of America.  Sing aloud.

I am here.  I am America.  I have been here forever, waiting.

I step forth from eternity, wading in giant galoshes through  ponds and pools of gigantic ferns and carnivorous plants of the new world.  Steam rises off the dark, hissing, new-born waters.

Here was where creation was born.  This is where I take my stand.  I am America.

Our powers create vast worlds, unlimited universes spawning out of our minds and eyes.

Look around.  This is the new world.

This is the world Columbus sought, the fabled Indies; and Vasco da Gama, circumnavigating Africa, opening up dazzling routes to India; and Marco Polo, carrying back magical tales of China and Asia; and Hernando Cortes, destroying Aztec temples and civilizations for gold.

They and others expanded the reach of our eye, unearthing continents.

In our own day, physicists probe the moon and Mars, send emissaries to Saturn and beyond; then turn to explore mini-worlds within the atom, dissecting parallels of space and time.

But all these explorers never found the true world, the mythical Shangri-la, the answer to the quest of our heart.  There was always something missing.

They uncovered vast realms, yet never discovered the door to eternity.

It lay all around them.  They had only to drill two feet into the ground, mark off a four by four plot around their own body, and hit pay dirt.

It is this world that opens up now.  It exists everywhere upon the prairies and mountains and rivers of this fabled land of America.

It resides in the heart of each and every person.

Let it come forth now.

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo.

Traveling to a New AmericaJames Hilgendorf is a filmmaker, speaker, poet, and the author of ten non-fiction books that are opening the way to a new vision of ourselves, a new dream of America, a new religion for the world.  This year and next, he is traveling to towns and cities all across America, meeting people and giving readings and talks, under the banner of “Traveling to a New America“.

Follow the journey on Facebook.

To arrange readings or talks, contact the author.

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