# [D14:1M] Vision: [[The Noise of Fear is Drifting down the River (You Cannot Die)]] Hexagram: [[Fourteenth Hexagram]] Trials: [[Fourteenth Trial]] Symbols: #three #windows #yellow #door #four #river #white #child #eye #whirlpool #bed #snowfall May 1st, 2025  I. The three clear windows are yellow  at sunrise, the three clear windows in the three blue doors. A shadow hangs from your fingertips above the four directions.  The noise of fear  is drifting down the river.  You cannot die. If you picture the gentle water, a woman  in a white gown and her child  will appear.  They are peering  into the water you picture.  The hem the white gown undulates with the mirrored surface. You must have known  them once. Their reflections  hang beneath them. You are reaching out  now. You are trying  to speak but they do not hear.  The faint curve of a sphere surrounds them.   All around  are the ripples of creation. Although you are not  visible to the woman or girl,  nor to the landscape, the sphere  which encloses them is also an eye.  You perceive its gaze. The landscape is real.  A high cliff rises behind them from the edge of the river. The ponderosas whisper names, but you  do not know the names. Yet you remember the eye. You remembered it all your life. It was like this: In a dream from childhood, the one you never forgot, there was an eye looking up at you from the bottom of a whirlpool.  A fearful noise  buzzed all around then, and though  you woke from the dream it persisted  all the rest of your life.  That is why you were always afraid and repeated yourself often. But now, being here  like this, it has become a sphere  of protection for the two  you long for.   You see now that it is a mandala.  All the past and all  the future pass through it.  That is why it sees you here  even though you are not  here.  Somewhere else  you are a child and deaf  to the noise of fear.  Lying in bed, you are soon  to sleep and soon to wake. Somewhere you are  a broken man in a bed  in a great city.  The city is besieged  by plague. Your body is preparing  to leave you now, and you  can see the disease, how  it is floating like snow  in the room. You are  soon to sleep and soon  to wake. The noise of fear  is drifting down the river.  It is you who sent it.  Therefore,  you cannot die.