Welcome to Balanced Rocks: Pictures and Stories

Beginning March 16,2010, I began a journey of balancing rocks. I hold to the practice of setting to balance at least five sculptures a day, sometimes, many more. Of these I take lots of pictures and videos. While conducting this adventure, I have been introduced to an incredible unfolding story. Additionally, I discovered this phenomenon is manifesting worldwide. As I post pictures and stories, I found many others similarly engaged and sharing their works. Additionally, as folks come upon me performing my work, many want to find out how this is done and try themselves. This blog shares this work in both pictures and stories. Enjoy


A seeming impossibility becomes possible

Rock Balancing: The Beginning

On a fine summer day, sometime in August, 2009, I was visiting family in Toronto. Like most folks spending summer in a large city, we used up as much time as we could finding outdoor events that would cool us. One afternoon, we headed to the Beaches section of East Toronto. After spending some time playing in a large sandbox in the shade with my grandkids and some of their newfound companions, we headed to the Boardwalk that extends from Balmy Beach to Kew Gardens. Ella accompanied me, Liam took off with his mom, Natalie. They ventured down the boardwalk, Ella and I headed onto the sand toward the water’s edge. Halfway there we encountered what looked like a small size Stonehenge.

About a dozen sculptures were gathered together in a rough circle. Each was a stack of two or three rocks balanced one on another. The tallest one was slightly taller than Ella, who was small average height for a five year older. All were in the neighborhood of three feet and four feet tall. What immediately jumped out was the precarious nature of the balancing. Most points of contact were miraculously slight. Most seemed to be standing on a point. Two more folks were witnessing this amazing display. We imagined that there must be small metal rods embedded at the point of contact, or else some kind of glue was used. Each of us peered from close low angles to detect what could account for this mystical display. Ella, not being so cautious, toppled one structure over. Luckily, it did not land on her.

I hurried over and picked up the fallen rock. I saw no evidence of a rod or glue. It indeed had been balanced on its pedestal. I lifted it up and tried to place it back where I reckoned it had been balanced. I cautioned Ella, to be careful and not upset any more sculptures and went about the task of finding balance. I was not successful and struggled immensely but did not find the magic spot where stability could be achieved. After a lengthy effort, an attractive Asian woman about my age approached and gently nudged me aside offering to demonstrate her work. She pointed to the spot she would set the stone upon. She called it by a foreign name. To me it looked like a slight dimple.

Placing the small end of the upper rock into that hollow, she deftly and quickly moved it around, slightly twisting and cajoling it into position. The sight of this slender woman with longish graying hair performing an intricate dance with a rock slightly larger than her head emanated calmness. It seemed only the ends of her fingers were used to achieve these small movements. Apparently, equilibrium was close. Shortly she was done and withdrew her palms which naturally assumed an open prayer posture. The rock I had grappled with was majestically resting in its previous stable state. She next went over and reset two other structures, I had not noticed were also amiss. I just took them to be part of the rubble strewn about the beach. Now all the display was standing and providing a small sense of order in our chaotic world.

I never got this woman’s name, but heard her story. She had set this display up for the purpose of taking pictures, one of which she hoped to use for a cover of a book she was publishing. Unfortunately not getting her name makes it difficult to find her book. But I carried away with me the sight of her presentation and the incredible feeling I had witnessed an amazing ethereal event. I also felt an urge to explore this practice.

Rock in the Snow

Rock in the Snow
January in Toronto

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Prologue. Spring, 1974: Toronto, ON

Before I began my journey, several months were spent in preparation. I shall digress here and relate this preparatory story. Events that unfolded during the spring and fall of 1974 shaped my vision and direction that I chose for this journey. It almost seems seeds were planted, gestated and gave birth to my need to go out, gather story and seek Truth. I was exposed to psychic phenomena that could be regarded as bordering on psychosis. I make no judgment but will relate them as I experienced it. Where the Truth lies, I make no claim, but will let that conclusion fall where it may. Much of this story is of a subjective nature. Intuition, and primal imprinting meshed with social and cultural programming provided a path through this unchartered territory. The soil these seeds were planted upon came from the turmoil and uncertainty that characterized the 1960’s.
During this period there sprouted germs that would develop into the Human Potential Movement. A bevy of groups spread throughout the world carrying the fruits that were developed in California primarily at Esalen and through EST (Erhard Seminars Training). Many of these groups explored realms of paranormal experience. I attended a workshop in Toronto during early spring, 1974 sponsored by PSI Mind Control. Techniques of relaxation, meditation and visualization were explored. It seemed powerful spiritual forces were being summoned to enter our physical world. I intuited a sense of caution when I realized these powers could fall into wrong hands and lead to evil ends. I felt we were bordering on culmination of ancient cultural myths. I uttered my first prayer. Sitting with this group I asked, “May I not use this experience to harm anyone nor derive personal gain. May I walk in the path of my Creator.”
When it was explained that the point of this work was to garner the ability to create the worlds of our desires, I felt much like facing the Tempter that Jesus faced after spending time in the desert. Even though it was stressed that we were to use this force for the good of mankind, it did mean that individually we could determine what was Good. It frightened me to realize that most abhorrent of our schemes spring from a desire to do good. I made a decision to distance myself personally from these forces. I neither regarded them as good or bad, just as something that was not for me. I sensed that we were perhaps on a brink that could lead to our unraveling. I gave myself the assignment to watch and observe.
The last experience I had with this group consisted of a group guided meditation. We were to individually visualize ourselves sitting in a pyramid structure meditating. As I sat there, I felt my consciousness travel upward and forward, I rushed over land that had been blackened by a fire storm. I followed over miles of devastated space and time. Finally, I traveled over a hill into a lush valley where a remnant of survivors were beginning anew. As the experience came to an end, many in the group shared experiencing a similar scene. Crying and sadness predominated. It was almost as if we knew, that tremendous pain would accompany such a birth. That theme carries with me and overshadows the landscapes I see. I am aware that idea also is woven throughout many cultural scriptural tales. As I travel about ,I run into that story as told in many languages. This is the backdrop against which I paint the picture of the world I perceive.


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Blog Archive

About Me, Part One

My photo
Rock Balancing: The Beginning. What began as a journal of my travels took a hiatus when I began to settle in Ithaca NY. In the meantime, I took up the practice of setting rocks to balance. I returned to my blog to begin recording this story

Part, The second

On Easter Sunday Morning, 2008, I made a decision to settle in the Ithaca New York area. At the same time, I decided to continue to post my blog, However, the stories now will come from the archive stored internally. These will be the stories I gathered while on previous journeys and never entrusted to paper. The date of each posting will not reflect the date of the story being related but will mark the date that narrative got inscribed.

Carry wood

Carry wood
33 years later

Part: The third

I took a brief hiatus from my daily blog writing. I did not know the direction it would take. part of me thought I would abandon it. It turns out I missed it. The old title "On the Road Again' is no longer apt. It appears I am settling. The travel stories will age to a point, when I will probably resusitiate them and do something with them. I dusted off some old stories and begin this new series.
Thr first is one was written two years ago. I edited it and begin again a series that is more apropos to someone settling in upper New York State. They are meant to warm, amuse, educate and sometimes inflame.