So then I braved the forty degree Bangkok heat in a tuk-tuk. I called my buddy Joe, but he just never arrived.
I went to a Jewelry store to buy special gifts for Sarah and her sister, who I refer to as Cara-Rae, in honor of her favorite character in literature. I hope you two like these gifts. The jewels are very special in Thailand. These are the saleswomen who helped me; Flower and Apple (I think those are their stage names).
This is the reclining Buddha. He is the largest statue in any of the Temples. I didn't really get any kind of special feeling here though. It was just a fun tourist place.
You can get some idea of the size from this picture.
These Japanese school children came rushing up to me collecting names and countries. I traded them for a picture of themselves. They ran away giggling with my cards. Oneecheewah, if you see this my young friends!
I'm not sure who this guy is but he just looks so familiar I had to snap a shot.
This is Maureen and her daughter Anita, from Coventry England. They showed up and sat beside me so we started talking. The curator of this Temple handed us those same Dragon sticks that you showed me Vivyan. They are like tongue depressors inside a cylindrical box. You rotate the box until one stick falls out. I got number 26 and so did Anita. The fortune paper for #26 says: "Just like a dying tree in a dry land, suddenly refreshed and soaked with rain, reviving back to life. Strengthening and brightening up required. In order to achieve common targets, compromise and discussions recommended. Patient recovering. Lost persons will be found. Mismatch is likely. A good luck coming your way."
I mentioned to Maureen and Anita that my Mother has decided to do the Garden Tour of England in May. She said that is a wonderful time to go because everything is coming into bloom. This is the swirl of Life here as I travel. Strangers are dear friends for a moment and then they move off into the swirl. This is when I realize how we are all connected.
Somsoc, I took this picture for you. You mentioned a dream about something like this. It also has a good tie in with the book 'The Da Vinci Code'. By the way, thanks again Vivyan for that book. I have run into a tremendous number of people who are reading it right now.
I had my final fitting for my suit today. It's an Armani cashmere dark pinstripe suit with a silk lining and three custom shirts, light blue, ivory and white and second pair of slacks; 16000 baht. When I come back in early April I will pick out the ties. The only problem is that I don't like the way the suit looks with my sandals. And what's the dress code on socks?
For a man the Animus is often his muse, such as in the case of De Vinci’s Mona Lisa. As I understand it, De Vinci worked on that painting for many years and carried it around with him when he traveled. The Mona Lisa represents, in Jungian terms, the connection to the collective unconscious. If you look at this painting you will see that his muse stands in front of a wondrous world. Diane was a tremendous influence on me and was my guide to many books and concepts that started me on the path of esoteric studies. It was during this study that I had an extraordinary experience. I was just waking up one morning when I heard a voice inside say: “keep your eyes closed.” I followed this instruction and suddenly a picture of a beautiful Asian woman appeared on the screen of my mind. She was a painting and yet she appeared alive. She stood in the center of a stained glass window of brilliant white and yellow crystals with an intense light streaming through from behind it. I found the vision breath taking. I then came to consciousness and opened my eyes, to find that this picture remained even with my eyes open. 
(I have put two images together to try to show a crude version of what I saw. The woman in this painting is the closest I could find to the woman I saw in my vision.) She was very much my Anima; or guardian to the unconscious; beckoning me to enter a greater World. All day long I could see this beautiful Asian woman in my vision whether my eyes were open or closed. It was such a powerful image that I spent many years looking for it in Art books because I felt it must somehow exist in this physical world. Perhaps it does, but a part of me always understood that it was just for me alone. I have looked for this magical vision in the eyes of each woman who has been my lover. And as I travel now to mystical new lands of ancient cultures, I look for her still.