Silk Egg

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I had another vivid dream early this morning.  It is noteworthy because it is a recurring dream.

The first time I had it was a few days ago.  I did not understand the message even though it was repeated over and over and over during the night.  Once I woke up, I could remember the dream, but I could not even guess at the meaning.

This recurring dream is unlike my usual dreams in that most of my dreams are rather involved and contain many characters, lots of dialogue, plenty of color, sounds, scents, and touch.  This one was very different.  It was short and to-the-point and it had few colors, no scents, nothing that I could touch.  It was more like a video screen in front of my face.

I am shown an image of an egg, perched in between folds of colored silk.

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A disembodied voice says:  “What is round is flat.”

Invisible hands begin to roll the egg around the silk.  I stare at the egg, mesmerized.  Since it is cushioned by the thick folds of the fabric, it remains whole and undamaged.

The voice speaks again:  “Find the egg and you will find the evidence.  Roll it around, turn it upside-down, flip it sideways—it does not matter.  It is still the egg.”

As I am contemplating the words, the dream starts up again.

“What is round is flat…find the egg and you will find the evidence…”

I woke up at 4 AM, confused and still hearing the words “What is round is flat,” reverberating through my skull.  It sounded like something Lao Tzu would say.

Unable to sleep any longer, I stumbled downstairs to grab a cup of coffee to start my morning.  As I am feeling my way down the steps in total darkness, I am mumbling and grumbling to myself:

So damn cryptic…can’t say it straight…gotta make it all mysterious and mystical…damn him…

I am standing there in the darkness, staring out the window at the lonely street light on the corner and listening to the rain drumming in soft patters on the leaves and the eaves.  The coffee is percolating to the sound of the dream rumbling around in my head.  My mind’s eye is rolling along with the egg, rolling around the silk fabric.  Round and round and round.

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What the heck does an egg have to do with anything?  How am I going to find an egg?

Egg.  Egg.  Egg.

Egg and Evidence both starts with an E.  Maybe it’s a silk egg.  Maybe it’s got something to do with silk worms.  Eggs are good for breakfast.  We put eggs into cakes.  Silk is used for clothes.  I have silk night shifts.

None of this made any sense.  I was going down the wrong path; down the wrong rabbit hole.

Well, since I was working on stuff that had to do with the Vietnamese culture, maybe I can start there.  Egg is Trứng in Vietnamese.  It sounds like Chứng but pronounced slightly different.  However, if you’re from the south, it sounds the same.  Chứng means evidence.  Maybe that’s it.

I’ve got to find the egg-vidence.

Ha!  That’s funny.  But evidence is actually the combination of two words, bằng-chứng.  Bằng by itself means level (flat).  Would that have anything to do with the phrase “What is round is flat”?

I am not sure.  All I know is that I have been given a clear directive.  I have to find evidence that is like an egg, whereby it will remain true to form no matter what angle it is looked at.  Since an egg is a living entity, despite the fact that it does not move or have any apparent thoughts on its own, perhaps I am lead to looking, not just at dead things but also living things.  Since an egg contains genetic material that has not yet matured, perhaps that is also a clue to go look at more genetic evidence.  The silk, in the dream, seems to be a protective entity.  Perhaps I will go look at the Vietnamese silk industry.  It’s a long shot, but it might pan out.  Not sure yet how it will play out in my quest, but I will keep it in mind as I continue my work.

I’ve got a long, long road ahead of me.

Easter Egg and Mr. Tangata Manu

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(continued from Te-Pito-o-Te-Henua)

Have you heard about the myth of the Bird Man aka Tangata Manu?  It is quite a strange tale, and being the Taobabe that I am, any time I hear about some strange myth that existed in the far distant past, which continues to reverberate to this day, I am intensely curious and must find out more about it and how it came to be.

As history unfolds, those stories that go the distance, those myths which manage to survive into the far distant future, do so because they actually had a lasting impression on the people—they actually affected the people in a very big way.

Otherwise, it’s just another Gangnam Style dance which was so hugely popular in 2012 but will not even show up as a minor blip ten years from now.

The Tangata Manu is another one of those Easter Island secrets, but the difference is, it exists not just within the rocks or the geographic location of Te-Pito-o-Te-Henua, but within the memories and the oral traditions of the Rapa Nui people and their Bird Man Cult, the Tangata Manu, with its egg seeking heroes.

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Easter Island has a strange custom called the Tangata Manu (bird-man) whereby once a year, a group of contestants would appoint a Hopu who would swim to Motu Nui and fetch the Egg.  Since it is a dangerous mission, Hopus were often killed either by sharks, drowning, or falling from the cliffs.  After the Egg has been collected, the Hopu would be allowed to remain in Motu Nui until he was rested enough to return and present the Egg to his patron.[1]

Now, if it was just some image carved on a rock that weighed tons, I could see that it might be some cool story to cultivate the strongest males for lineage purposes, but when I see images of the Moai Kavakava Ancestor, another thought pops in my head.

This is definitely not Moai head-looking in the least.  This looks like a tiny half-starved being with a head that looks similar to the moais, but so shrunken and emaciated, he could only be considered a tiny representation of the real Moai head.

Moai Kavakava Ancestor

moailittlemanTextAccording to ancient myths, these skeletal sculptures represent the moai kavakava, deified ancestral beings, bearers of knowledge, dispensors of wisdom and technology.

Worn hanging around the neck of the men who took part in the ritual dances during public ceremonies, they were shown to everyone with great pride. When they were not used, they were wrapped in bark cloth and kept at home.

The one shown here was lent to the Borgiano Museum of Propaganda Fide of Rome for the Missionary Exhibition of 1925 and subsequently donated to the Ethnological Missionary Museum.

~  Information taken from the Vatican Museum at [2]

So the tiny shrunken Moai Kavakava could possibly be carved representations of the huge granite statues found all over Easter island.


The large Moai heads are huge and bloated representation of the real Moai Kavakava, a small being standing less than a foot tall.

I don’t know which is the real deal, but here are more images of the carved Moai Kavakava.[3]

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So let’s just say that the real Moais are these tiny people.  If this is the case, then the myth of the bird man completely makes sense!!!

(…to be continued)

[1] Tangata Manu

[2] Vatican Museums

[3] Moai Kavakava