I’m enjoying swapping emails with Michael Tamura, the psychic healer and teacher based at Mount Shasta, in Northern California.

Each email I get from Michael teaches me something new.

The other day he sent me an email – and in it he responded to something I’d written him, about how I learned to dispel fear while walking the Camino by asking myself: What’s the worst that can happen?

I said to him that when you answer that truthfully, and you examine that answer from all angles, without fear, then the worst is usually not so bad after all.

Here is what Michael wrote in reply:

I like your mantra, too: “What’s the worst that can happen?”  I’ve used that myself many times.  It buys us space in relationship to the fears that may arise in the mind.  And, space is not the final frontier – it needs to be the first!  

When we have space to be that which we are already, we’re not only fine, we’re magnificent.  When we don’t give ourselves that space to be, then, we become ill.  So, simply put, illness is an illusion we live in when we can’t allow ourselves to be as we truly are as spirit.  

When we believe in death, we reincarnate because we have to.  Waking up really boils down to waking up from the illusion of death.

Clairvoyance is not just about seeing auras, chakras, energies and spirit.  It’s about seeing the truth clearly.  The path of a clairvoyant is truly to wake up to the whole truth.  In the process of waking up, we start to see more clearly beyond our “normally” limited perception.  

For the “average” person, he’s looking at so many images in his mind that are what contains thoughts and feelings and everything he seems to experience that he believes that house of cards, so to speak, is reality.  

Amongst all of that, of course, are those that hold fear and judgments and everything else.  These are the “logs” or “planks” that Jesus was talking about when he said we had to remove the log out of our own eye before we can see clearly enough to help remove a splinter from our brother’s eye.  

Why is it that something about someone else bothers us so much at times?  That which is being bothered is really inside of us rather than anything about that other person, of course.  

Spirit is never disturbed or agitated.  Only that which we call the ego.  And, the ego is nothing more than those images that we’ve structured in a certain way to ensure its survival.  That’s why it’s so convincing – if we are living in those pictures. 

Today we finally got to the Golden Temple at Amritsar.

It has a power and a majesty that’s hard to put into words. For Sikhs, it’s their most sacred temple.

I went early in the morning by myself. Jennifer was needing some catch-up sleep.

Later we checked out some of the shops our tour people might like to visit – and we had a thali lunch in a down-and-dirty hideaway joint where the food was sensational –

 The naan-like bread is actually called kulcher – it’s an Amritsar local speciality, and this one was full of grilled cauliflower. It came with a spicy dhal, a yogurt based curry, and a glorious chick-pea curry.

In the evening we headed back to the temple, so that Jennifer could see it. Sunday night and it was packed, but stunningly beautiful.

tomorrow we head north to Dharmsala, on our pre-tour scout. We’re doing this to double check that everything will go without a catch. But this is India, and I have no doubt there will be a catch or two!

How can we spend an entire day in Amritsar and not go to the Golden Temple?

Well we did.

We’re saving our visit for very early morning light. Tomorrow morning. We want to see it in the most magical circumstances possible.

I did go out early with my camera though and got a few pics –

Today we checked out things that our tour guests might want to do; for the women, that might include shopping for traditional Punjabi shoes!

Jennifer had done her research and this morning we went to the best place in Amritsar to buy Juttis – all hand made. Beautiful embroidery and leatherwork.

We had lunch in one of the city’s best Thali joints – it was packed with people coming back from the Golden Temple. We had the traditional Punjabi kulcher with two spicy and very tasty curries.

In the afternoon we took a car out to the Indian / Pakistan border to see the Wagah Border ceremony. There must have been more than fifty thousand people there, with the crowd buzzing like they were about to witness an exciting footy game.

I’ll elaborate on this ceremony during the tour, when we take our guests back, but just to say it’s one of the weirdest, and wildest, ceremonies I’ve ever witnessed. Very colourful, very bizarre.

Tomorrow morning we’ll visit the Golden Temple. Very much looking forward to seeing one of the most important spiritual sites of India…

We’ve spent yesterday and today scouting Delhi in preparation for the tour, and this afternoon we hopped on a train to Amritsar,

Amritsar is in the state of Punjab, in the north of India, and the reason we’re here is to see the Golden Temple – one of the great spiritual sites of India – sacred to the Sikhs.

The train trip took 6 and a half hours. It was comfortable, the food was edible, the toilets were prison yard standard.

Not that I’ve used a toilet in a prison yard….

But I can imagine.

Before leaving for the railway station, we stopped in at Ghandi’s Tomb – where Jennifer became suddenly in demand to be in everyone’s photos…

And at India Gate, she had her hands adorned with henna –

And then the train, and a fascinating journey.

We’ve arrived late, and tomorrow we go to the Golden Temple, and to the Wagah Border ceremony…

Jennifer and I spent the first day in Delhi doing a pre-tour scout.

We met up with Rachit, who will be working with us on the tour.

We walked through Old Delhi.

Here are some shots…
(taken with Sony a7s with Zeiss 16-35mm)

Steve McCurry is one of the best photo-portraiturists working today. Here is a selection of his work…

Remember Kodak?

Kodak was synonymous with cameras. With all things photographic.

You bought a Kodak camera. You loaded it with Kodak film. You used Kodak flashbulbs. You got your pictures processed using Kodak laboratories using Kodak chemicals. You got your photos back from the chemist, or through the post, and they were in Kodak folders printed on Kodak paper – or if they were slides you used a Kodak projector to screen them onto your living room wall.

The term “a Kodak moment”  became vernacular for describing a moment so glorious it should be captured on film.

On Kodak film.

So in other words, Kodak WAS photography.

Now Kodak is dead.

Digital photography killed it.

But hold on – Kodak invented the digital camera.

Yes, that’s right.

Kodak invented digital photography.

So why isn’t Kodak the market leader? It’s not the market leader. In fact it’s not even in the photographic business anymore. It went bankrupt.

What happened to Kodak is fascinating – and we can draw personal lessons from analysing the death of a corporate giant.

Here’s what happened ~

In 1975, a 24 year old engineer named Steven Sasson, working for Kodak, invented the first digital camera. Compared to what we use now, it was huge. It took 23 seconds to produce a black and white image that was 100 pixels by 100 pixels.

First digital camera, invented by Steven Sasson

He took it to his bosses, who were singularly unimpressed. He said later –

“They were convinced that no one would ever want to look at their pictures on a television set,” he said. “Print had been with us for over 100 years, no one was complaining about prints, they were very inexpensive, and so why would anyone want to look at their picture on a television set?”

The thing was, Kodak had held a dominant position in the photographic market for more than 100 years. They were making money on every stage of the photographic process. They didn’t want to take on anything which could in any way threaten their stranglehold.

However, they had the good sense to keep Mr. Sasson working on the digital side of things, and It would take him a further 14 years to develop the first consumer Digital Single Lens Reflex camera –

First DSLR, made by Kodak

Kodak was ahead of Nikon, and Canon. They were the first to market. So what happened? Why didn’t Kodak capitalise on their invention?

They were complacent.
They were tops.

They were stolid.
They never made decisions fast. Why should they?

They were insulated.
They were based in Rochester, it was a company town, and they didn’t abide with outside criticism. They were Kodak, after all. The market leaders.

Kodak saw change coming – they knew that digital was the future – however they were old world, cumbersome, and they misjudged their place in the world. They became victims of their own corporate hubris.

Interesting, at the same time a Japanese company, Fujifilm, was also facing the same dilemmas. The Harvard Business School, and business colleges around the world, have since made case studies of why Kodak went bust and Fuji thrived.

Fuji now holds a significant market share of the digital camera market. What’s interesting is that many thought being a highly structured hierarchical Japanese company, they would not handle change, and that a US company would – the United States leading the way in technology advancements via Steve Jobs and Bill Gates.

But no, Kodak wasn’t nimble enough – and the Japanese were.

Here is a fascinating case study done by the London Economist several years ago, citing why Fuji prospered and Kodak failed.  The Economist article – Kodak vs Fuji case study ~ 

What personal lessons can we learn from this?

• We have to be humble.
• We have to be nimble.
• We have to be aware of complacency.
• We have to be aware that the world is always in flux.
• We have to pay attention.
• We have to accept that ego and pride are ultimately not strengths, but weaknesses.

You can have a lot of money. You can have a big house. An expensive car. You can have personal and professional status. All of this is transitory. It can be taken away from you.

What do you have left?

Kodak thought they were the big cheese. Now they’re gone. Personally, I have learned a lot from the death of a giant.

Jennifer and I are getting ready to travel again – we leave for India next Tuesday.

We’ll spend nearly two weeks doing a pre-tour scout, up to Amritsar and Dharmsala sorting out final details, before returning to Delhi to meet our guests when they arrive.

Jennifer yesterday asked what the “narrative” of the tour should be.

It was an interesting question.

The narrative of the Assisi tour was the life of St. Francis.

I thought about this and figured the narrative of the Mother Ganga tour should be –

Many many Gods.

I had put this as a title on one of the photos on our Gone Tours website. And it seems appropriate because we will be experiencing the many faces of Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism, Sikhism, and Islam over the two weeks of the tour.

By the way, we’ve had some last minute withdrawals from the tour because of personal illness – so there are a couple of vacancies if you want to jump in and join us.

Gratitude.

I was grateful for so many things.

I was grateful for a bed at night, I was grateful for a good meal, I was grateful when my feet didn’t hurt, when my knee wasn’t sore, when it didn’t rain.

I was grateful for friendship, for acts of kindness, for moments of beauty and moments of joy.

I came back from the Camino and I noticed something strange. I found myself saying “thank you” a lot.

I noticed this in emails.

Instead of signing off: Kind regards, or Best wishes, I was signing off: Many thanks, or simply Thank you.

This was more than just a superficial change of an email protocol, I was doing this unconsciously because I did genuinely feel appreciative.

I felt grateful.

Gratitude is a state of grace that is often deemed unacceptable in our current world. Like humility, it is often seen as a form of weakness, as a point of vulnerability, as being uncompetitive. It’s often seen as a state of supplication, and hence as a personal failing.

Gratitude and humility are anything but forms of weakness or supplication.

In their highest and most noble forms they speak of wisdom, of grace, of knowing.

During my recent trip to America, I had a conversation with my workmate Pieter de Vries. He told me he often got very annoyed when he sent photos to people via email and they didn’t respond with a simple thank you. He said it often took him quite a long time to prepare the shots, and yet he got back no acknowledgment of the effort and care he’d taken to send them to someone.

I too see this all the time.

I recently prepared a To Do list for a friend who is about to go overseas. It took me quite a while to prepare this list. Nothing back. No thank you. That’s okay. To do an act of kindness is reward enough. There actually doesn’t need to be a response to validate that kindness. In seeking one, you undercut your generosity of spirit.

But sometimes it’s nice when someone says thank you.

The Camino taught me gratitude.

It taught me not to expect things.

It stripped away any sense of entitlement.

For that, I’m grateful.