Category Archives: Indochina

Bangkok Bound

The flight aboard Air China from Vancouver to Taipei, Taiwan was the longest and most brutal flight of my life. It was thirteen hours. Thirteen hours of I cant drink water because it will make me pee and the bathroom smelled so badly of old bilge I nearly threw up when I tried to use it at the beginning of the flight. Thirteen hours of no sleep because the green screen of insanity – which they called a personal TV – was the same quality as many other things manufactured in China. I had no control over the defective TV. The screens turned off in the morning – so then the sun kept me awake for the rest of the journey.

green screen of insanity

Thirteen hours of I can’t straighten my right leg because I ended up with the weird gear box thing in front of my seat.

weird gear box

When I arrived in Taipei for my plan change I had an hour to find the bathroom of my dreams and get to the next plane. There was panicked running – and there was glorious relief. After the bathroom I feel I really could have dropped to my knees in this very politically correct location (below) to express gratitude to any of the gods that may be hanging here:

taipei prayer rooms

The flight from Taipei to Bangkok was like flying with a different airline. The plane was in much better repair and the food was ten times better than the prison food they served between Vancouver and Taipei. I am not sure what their explanation for the contrast would be.

Indochina Bound – The Quest for the Orange Khmer Temple

Four years have passed since I dreamed of the Khmer temple somewhere in Indochina. I have googled the area many times looking for pictures of the place in my dream – but the closest I came to finding pics that kind of looked like the place I saw in my dream was Angkor Wat in Siem Reap, Cambodia.

So when that 83 year old lady rear-ended my car the very first words out of my mouth were, “I’m going to Cambodia with my settlement.”

As soon as the smoke had cleared on the accident, and the ink was still drying on the settlement cheque, I found a super cheap ticket to Bangkok with China Air. After taxes it was $1027 for a trip to the other side of the planet. I never thought of going to Thailand but figured it was close enough to Cambodia and Laos.

I had been googling the words, “Khmer temple Laos” off and on for years but all that came up was either Khmer temples in Thailand, Khmer temples in Cambodia, and pagoda style Buddhist temples in Laos. No Khmer temples in Laos. Within hours of buying the ticket to Bangkok I hit gold on my google search. I discovered there was a Khmer temple in Laos after all. It was called Wat Phu in Pakse, Laos.

So my plan is to land in Bangkok, Thailand; fly to a Thai border town called Ubon Ratchathani, bus into Pakse, Laos; check out this Watt Pu; fly into Siem Reap, Cambodia to see Angkor Watt; then head back to Bangkok.

A Visit From Mother – Another Quest

mother moon

So my Mom visited me last night. For most people that is not an unusual statement – but in my case it is odd. My mother died last October.

I have had spirit visitations before and have learned to identify them because they always start with the same conversation. I am surprised to see them because I thought they were dead. They assure me they aren’t dead – then they show or teach me something that I did not know before – which eventually turns out to be true.

The dream started with my mom laying in a bed. I assumed she was dead – until she sat up on the edge of the bed. I took her hand in mine and found it was brown and withered – but I understood it was a good sign. Her body was returning to the earth as it should.

Then we traveled around the world. I felt like I saw everything and nothing at the same time. At the end of the dream we rested at what seemed to be the top of the world – the North Pole. I knew it was getting time to wake up for work and told her I had to leave. I asked her to come with me but she said she was going to hang out with her friend. That is when I noticed a woman of about 20 who was dressed in 70’s clothing. It felt like a high school friend that died young. Now she was acting as my mothers guide. Come too think of it my mom suddenly seemed to appear very young as well. Maybe late 20’s early 30’s.

The next thing I knew I was flying through brilliant blue skies. Below me were several orange stone buildings with intricately carved towers. They were close together on a piece of property that was surrounded by a stone fence about chest high. There was also something that looked like a large rectangle altar or a small building pressed against the fence on one side. From my vantage point it was not clear. I knew it was a holy place of some sort.

I did not recognise the architecture and wondered where it was. MY thoughts were, “This place is beautiful! I must go there. Where am I?”

Then I heard a disembodied voice say, “Laos. L-a_o_s”

..and I woke up.

I had never thought of Laos before. I wasn’t sure where it was – nor did I even know how to pronounce it correctly until my boss corrected me later today.

I did a lot of googling to see if I can find the place in my dreams. Most temples that come up in Laos on the internet are pagoda like structures. With a change of keywords I was able to find a picture that looks remotely like what I saw. It is a book on Amazon: Guide To Khmer Temples in Thailand and Laos

It is the same type of architecture – but the colour is wrong. I think I may be onto something though. I do not know why I saw this place in my dream. It didn’t come with any sort of story like my Peruvian or Scottish past life visions provided.

All I know is my vision showed me something real that I have never been exposed to pictures of.

To be continued….