The great German poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote the following lines which succinctly outlines the essence of this book. “This at bottom is the only courage that is demanded of us, to have the courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter. That mankind has in this sense been cowardly has done life endless harm. The experiences that are called visions the whole so called spirit world, death, all those things that are so closely akin to us, have by daily parrying been so crowded out of life that the senses with which we could have grasped them are atrophied. To say nothing of God.” Man’s incessant obsession with a world of his own constructs has completely alienated and blinded him to that which is miraculous. A reality or time space continuum, which has always existed completely independent of the human consciousness, is indeed miraculous as its genesis has nothing whatsoever to do with the consciousness of man. The human world and the natural world have now assumed completely divergent paths. The human path is one of control and exploitation of the natural world to the point of complete annihilation of the latter and the mass slaughter of its denizens. The perception of reality by the human consciousness as the only time space continuum which is possible is a viewpoint of extreme anthropocentric chauvinism. Most shamanic cultures not only acknowledge but deify these parallel realities. Modern man’s inability experience these realities have resulted in his ruthless exploitation of the natural world. We have sent our heroes of the natural world, the trees, the forest and its creatures, to the proverbial Valhalla of the Norse legend, an alternate reality, which is their final resting place. This attitude is beautifully articulated in the following American Indian saying, “If you talk to the animals, they will talk to you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them, you will not know them, and what you do not know, you will fear. What one fears, one destroys.” But is it possible for man to ever banish Eden from himself? Ten thousand years of history and a million years of prehistory forge strong bonds. Over these years, man’s intimate contact with nature has left an indelible imprint on his frail double helix. To bring this world back in all its glory and subtlety, only needs a catalyst or a trigger. Once this catalyst is activated, thousands of years of memories flood back through the gates of the subconscious. In this book I have tried to supply the catalyst to release the flood of pre-embryonic memories. These images are for the evocation of the “Other One”. These photographs in pure black and white and tinted monochromes take the viewer to a world which is ageless and timeless. A spectral world where moonlight, sunlight and starlight fuse in an amalgam of tones and shades, reflections and shadows. A bamboo glade where He reposed, a limpid pool where He drank, the cloud forests of the gibbons, the grasslands of the herds weave a tapestry of the vanished Eden which we did not preserve for our children. A meaningful text accompanies the images complementing them in their evocation of the “Other One”.