The Green Light

Darjeeling stepped into the small octagon at the center of the deck. He turned, facing North and placing his hands at his sides, palms open and facing to the North. Shirtless, he felt the twinge of cold envelope the upper part of his body. The thin, white cotton painter pants did little to warm him but coldness was part of the formula he was following. He watched his breath as he centered his weight evenly and lowered his center of gravity a little, pulling his tail bone in straightening the spinal column. He tucked in his chin and elongated his neck, further straightening the spinal column and opening up the bai hui channel at the top of his head and the ming men channel between the kidneys, allowing the energy from the Earth below him to flow through his body. Breath in . . . breath out . . . breath in . . . breath out. He regulated and slowed his breathing as the flux lines of energy began to flow through him. The sound of the dogs barking and the chirping of birds ceased and were replaced by the low pitched hum of an jing, the quiet energy. With all of these he was familiar, but he had no idea about what was to come. He remembered the words he was to recite. Looking slightly left at the Moon then right at the Sun, he determined that the instant was upon him. Lifting his arms slowly with palms up, he began the recitation. He finished with arms out to each side at shoulder level, palms facing the sun and moon.

“Oor chor chochar ls chteeoor ytol sheol otam,
Kodaiin cthy qokeey sol,
Daiin shor qodaiin ckhey sal.”

1.“o-or/ chore/ cho’kar/ lees/ ch’tear/ tole/ sh’ol/ tam”
One must unite both channels (in order) to ignite them,
2.“ko die’in/ tie/ q'uo-kee’/ sol”
Bring together rising Sun,
3.“die’in/ shore/ q'uo-die’in/ kuh-hey’/ sal”
Now reaching setting full Moon. [Page f52v]

He thought he heard a freight train off in the distance, its low, muffled whistle cutting the cold air. He felt a tugging sensation on his arms and warmth building up in the center of his palms. Then, in an amazing burst of energy, the green shaft of light exploded from the center of the octagon, piercing him from bottom to top, through the energy channel and out the top of his head. He started to fall but the beam held him up. His hands were blazing, flames of fire engulfing them as the green shaft of light now emerged from each palm and propagated toward the Sun and the Moon. He hung there limply in the cross of the emerald green beam, his clothes burned from his body, his eyes closed. He heard the deafening hum in his ears, the low bass vibration shaking his body until he thought he could take no more. His arms felt like they were dislocated at the shoulders and his hands smoked, the hair singed off and the skin red from the flames. In fact, there was no hair left on his body, all of it had been burned off by the flames that engulfed him, purifying him in the shaft of green light that now expanded into a three foot diameter column that reached above him, lost in the blue sky of the early morning.