CHIEF JESSE HANG was
among the first to discover and become part of Magick River in April
1992. An angelic being named Surender Bhart brought him to us one
weekend - and he kept coming back. Chief got his epithet from hours of
contemplating rocks in the river. One day he spotted the profile of a Cherokee
chief etched on a rockface. All at once the meaning of life became
clear as day. One night Antares had a dream in which he saw five
eagle feathers forming a hand at the bottom of the swift, crystal-clear
waters. It was a message not to be ignored. Chief Jesse "Eaglefeather"
was to prove pretty "handy" at Magick River: he worked for weeks building
Trench - a bamboo-finished "sunken gazebo" from which one could
watch the river in verdant seclusion. Chief recalled his
initiation at the Kukulcan Pyramid in Chichen Itza during the
Plumed Serpent's equinox descent to Earth. He took to wearing T-shirts
with Mayan motifs. Magickal epiphanies began to reveal themselves.
ALL perfect!" he would say, grinning beatifically. "I am everything
and everything is me... Yin, Yang, Life, Death, Day, Night - IT'S ALL ONE!"
In short, he experienced satori and went totally zen. THE
RIVER brought out his artistic soul: he
started playing with colours, first with batik painting and then
with oil crayons and acrylics. Soon he began to scribble stories that came
into his head and, by kerosene light, he would read them to us while perched
on a rock. On full moon nights, Chief would serve up bowls of instant noodles
and we'd eat in slurpy communion by the river. To this day the Magick
River full-moon noodle ritual is still practised by some of us. But
most of all, Chief enjoyed relaxing in his hammock. When we flirted
with the idea of registering Magick River as a company, Chief was the obvious
choice for M.D. As it turned out, nothing much in the way of serious business
was conducted, and before long Magick River reverted to simply being the
hologram of Heaven on Earth. Which suited Chief just fine. ON
MAY 6, 2003 Jesse
Hang decided to check out of the 3D Matrix to experience total fusion with
Source - and perhaps to spend eternity in his favourite hammock.
He left us with the gentle reminder that we are all "God" ... but we REALLY
"God" the instant we shed our illusory ego cocoons and spread our cosmic
wings. ON MAY 8
we scattered Chief's ashes at his favourite spots along the River, concluding
our journey at the Mother Fall - the sacred portal. On our journey there,
Chief sent us kaleidoscopic clouds of butterflies, baby rainbows
- and a single eagle feather.