Rising to Shambhala

Rating: 10/10 (21 March 2016)

This is my poetic essay is dedicated to climbers from different countries and times, and the creators of this film.
"... Nature was silent. Soothing silence covered mountains. The sun began to warm the slopes and from time to time by slip on the ice or the pebbles or the icicles. Both ligaments worked in silence and were concentrated. These were moments of pleasure in mountaineering - you work and all the pores feel freedom and unity with nature, feeling like a small part of it. All the everyday worries seem minor at this time, and you realize that neither they should dictate your course of action in life. It is in such moments, like a true believer in the confessional, you are cleansed from the filth.
I thought by us, top right, bottom left whizzed across the ice stone. A moment later, I heard a terrible bottom, tearing the silence, the gnashing of metal on the ice. Not knowing yet what this means, without turning around, I looked down. Only that there were guys, and now on the icy slope does not. But then over the rocks, trailing slope leaped first one body .... and disappeared, and almost immediately, apparently yanked the rope thrown or hit the rocks, the second .... and also disappeared. They are not hacked to death on the ice .... it was the end.
... Scared silly! It is absurd! A moment - and everything is different. Not feeling all this, it is impossible to understand our condition. Then there was a strange thought: how did his doctoral, because it is already scheduled for October? And what about his son, because he is down in the camp, waiting for his father? And his mother - even today, he said that he was worried about her - and left her in poor condition? .. "
From the memoirs of Soviet Scientist and Climber and also a descendant of the great scientist E. Tamm. Where he wrote, as on his eyes ended the life in the Himalayan foothills of the Soviet founder of cybernetics, the creator of the first recognition in the application of a mathematical modeling of physiological processes, the famous climber Michael Bongard.
... Everest. Kailash, Shambhala, the treasure cave of Mata-Tash, mysterious Giants caves of Tibet, waiting quantum ascension of the human race, and while in China against them in their mind are struggling "cultural revolutionaries" , peacefully sleeping under the Song of Whales and Dolphins, that does not take an ear human; cybernetics, artificial intelligence, and all the breakthroughs of scientists on tops of the World and the rise whether Himalayan Kumai (huge eagle), or mind over matter, and merge with the Ocean of Vyacheslav Kurilov, the first Soviet Yogin, who mastered levitation, jumping off a Soviet ship in 1974 and sailed for three days in a storm in The Pacific to Philippine Islands, and got to the shore alive - all of these Generation of 1970's years, which gave the world the first climbers and created a noosphere, returned Buddhism led to the Altar of the Divine by translations of Tolkien and Lewis and awakened dignity after Stalinism, and incomprehensible, magical Reverence awareness Harmony of the Универсе came themselves and brought us to a breakthrough in science, and in the consciousness and conscience - and all of That Garmony of Heaven now suddenly falls into solemn silence and a vacuum in the film "Everest". And cathartic film merges with catharsis of Chomolungma.
That is something elusive and make you watch this film,and one day or two to walk and think and be silent, and not to tell anyone a single word - because the soul is so full of something beautiful that you do not want to spill it, and the film Kormákur "Everest" is the visionary.
A little hurt by the fact that, as is always the case in life, one love was stronger than the other, one resurrected man and brought him back to even greater accomplishments (Rob Hall 5 times to conquer Everest, and one time with Jen, that was a shamanistic how she led him out of the gloom of life), and the another ... no, could not, but gave his daughter name. But the beauty of their souls - merged with the beauty of God in the paintings of Roerich, and we stood in awe transcendent, so what do we need more? ... And now, a little bit more, and all the dead climbers will rise and we will be dissolved in the bliss of their superhuman consciousness, whether it is a celebration of Maitreya that predicted Roerich, or the Second Coming, or exocortex that made Dr. Will Custer from "Transcendence ". Or will come Giants Atlanta and Lemurian the caves of Tibet and sing us a song of universal brotherhood, love and forgiveness - that is what is can read in the keen eyes of Scott by Jake Gyllenhaal, impenetrable behind the lenses of sunglasses. And maybe about it is stratospheric loneliness Antoine De Saint-Exupery: cruel and hopelessly in his "Terre Des Hommes".
And in this symphony I hear another voice, the voice of artists from the "Razor Blade" by Ivan Efremov in Tibet: "For millions of years, Calpe Calpe for ocean-blind, meaningless life splashing on the face of the Earth and God knows how many more worlds. Hundreds of thousands of years of existence half-beasts-half people went silent boiling passions and dark thoughts, no turning back, no climbing up and down. And so it went - not related to the past, not thinking about the future, disappearing in the present, like a leaf in the wind. But he had to cope with the evil in his heart, to break through it, as it had to do and he was in a new era of human power, still in the thrall of the old rage "...
Ascension.