Blue Horizon

If Walls could talk..

The children were out by the Great Wall playing in a field of grass when the image appeared. What’s that? Little Pho Yin exclaimed. Her brother looked up see a giant face covering the walls surface. It looked like the Queen who use to rule the land years ago. Chang Yin said as he sat dismayed. They wondered how it got there as it seemed so different. They decided on telling their parents who lived down the path in a rural Chinese farmhouse secluded from the town. As they told their story of the mysterious face, both parents went right away to see what their children were describing. My God, the entire wall was covered in her image. The Queen wearing her crown and smiling in a tranquil sea of blue. The father, Don Yin got close enough to examine the image. As his hand slipped through the holographic projection he felt as if he were touching the tiny particles of the Queen herself. The mother, Song Yin felt afraid of it, suspicious enough not to go near it. Don Yin walked back to where Song was sitting in the tall grass. He removed his work hat, exhausted in the summer sun. Maybe someone is putting on a prank, I’m not sure why it’s there. Suddenly there was a small noise sounding like a voice coming from the image. The couple faced each other, their eyes as big as saucers. They realized she was speaking, yet they didn’t understand her language. Running back to their home, they decided to find a interpreter. The following day Don Yin journeyed into town to look for one. He tried at the herb shop where the herbalists there were bi lingual. Garlands of mushrooms and herbs hung from overhead beams of wood while relaxed looking herbalists were filling prescriptions. He remembered when he bought the brown round pills for the ringing in his ears. They did not work. The herbalist suggested trying ginkgo. The onion like plant also did not work. Yet, he liked the spices that added flavor to his cooking. The shop was a charming place for town folks to gather for conversation among the vast valleys that lay near the Great Wall. As Don told of the holographic image he saw on the wall the herbalist told him to try asking a certain monk who lives at the hermitage. Brother Ichabod, a native to England should be able to help you. Don thanked the herbalist and made his way to the hermitage. Finding the monk was not a problem, as he was not a Chinaman. Finding him inside his dwelling with his intense eyes and balding hair, Don Yin bowed in respect. He told of the image he saw upon the wall and how it was speaking. The brown robed monk spoke fluent Chinese to Don Yin’s surprise and vowed to travel with him, intrigued by the description. It was a cloudy day and overcast enough for him to see the Queens image on the Great Wall. He bowed at the crowned face as she began to cry tears. Please, your Majesty, I.. He became speechless not finding the words to describe his feelings. How did you get here? He spurted out. She sobbed more and said that she really didn’t know. I am somehow trapped in a this void.. The holographic image zapped as brother Ichabod tried touching the magnetic dust. Searching the clouds, he did see a slight silhouette of silver moving in a whirl that possibly could be a Omni. He recalled sighting a Omni in Peru among the lost city of Machu Picchu years ago. He wondered if it could be the star people. He gazed more at the image. He remembered when she did rule over China, maybe the reason why she was there. After her passing away, it was heartwarming to see her return. There was a sudden flash from above and the image of the sovereign vanished. The wall returned to looking like it always had. A crowd had gathered as brother Ichabod walked away. He told Don Yin that it might have been the work of the Omni. The townsfolk were gossiping that it was a omen, although they said the image was alluring as it shimmered in the foggy clouds like a mirage. Other folks that Don Yin knew as neighboring farmers had taken photos of the mysterious portrait upon their historical wall. The next day the local paper foretold a fake story about a monk magician who painted the image. Brother Ichabod shook his head and said he didn’t care what they said as he enjoyed the experience. He related that the delightful Buddha teaches to devour the fruits from a tree even if a tiger was about to attack. The story encouraged the townsfolk to tell stories about their ancestors who had fought battles before the wall was built. The wall is a symbol of our history and can be seen from space. A old painter said he had painted detailed masterpieces of the dragon tail, or what he called the sleeping giant. They said they were grateful for the image as it brought back memories of their heritage. The town was silent in the days following as they looked to see if the image would return. When she did not they constructed paper lanterns of her image to celebrate the occurrence. Brother Ichabod received a letter from his Holiness thanking him for his encounter, encouraging him to visit him in Tibet to talk further about the phenomenon. The monk climbed for days until he reached the temple of his holiness. Breathing the thin air made him elated as he laughed from the joy of being so high in altitude. His holiness listened to his story of the blue image of the former Royal Highness. He then in turn told a story about a image of a white horse he had seen in the clouds. The distant city became fearful of it, rejecting that it might be from heaven. Dressed in a Orange robe, meditating by his candles, he went on. Ranchers complained that some of their horses were missing, as the town became superstitious. When the horses were taken, the image never returned. His eyes strained of sadness. The candle went out with his words. Brother Ichabod’s journey ended as he then returned to his home. He found a horse in the market he bought after hearing the blessed story. One foggy night the horse was outside and standing in the mist. He wasn’t in the clouds, although he appeared to be within the fog. He rode the stallion to the wall and chanted prayers as the moon became full. Shining down upon the monk and his horse, their became another whirl above. A bright flash beckoned as the image of the Queen stood, no longer upon the wall. She was dressed in a blue robe before him. Kneeling before him, she told him that the horse had freed her soul, she was ever so endowed. The monk was later knighted by the Queen where he became a Priest and invited to join the priesthood in Tibet. The Queen had a special palace built where she lived as a Saint and taught the teachings of the afterlife. Her encounter was recorded into a book and titled; If Walls Could Talk.