Prosperity and luck in
the very near future.
5, 1995 13:31
1:08 Ryokan Hiraiwa; Kyoto-Japan :: 4 JUN 95
Following is a travel story by Bruce
Chatwin, taken from his book, What
Am I Doing Here.
THE CHINESE GEOMANCER
The man I had arranged to meet was standing by one of the two
bronze lions that snarl in the forecourt of the new Hongkong and Shanghai
Bank. He wore a blue silk Nina Ricci tie, a gold wristwatch with a crocodile
strap, and an immaculate worsted grey suit.
He handed me his card on which was written, in embossed letters:
LUNG KING CHUEN
Searching and fixing of good location for the burial of passed
away ancestors; surveying and arranging of good position for settling
down business and lodging places, in which would gain prosperity and luck
in the very near future
The building-to which workmen were adding the final touches-has
forty-seven stories (including the helipad on the roof) and stands on
the site of the Bank's former Head Office- overlooking the Cenotaph, on
the south side of Victoria Square. It is the work of English architect,
Norman Foster, and is, by any standards, an astonishing performance.
I heard the bank called, variously, 'The shape of things to
come'; 'An act of faith in Hong Kong's future'; 'Something out of Star
Wars'; 'A cathedral to money'; 'A maintenance nightmare', and 'Suicides'
Having exceeded its budget to the tune of $600 million U.S.,
the new Hongkong and Shanghai Bank has also earned the distinction of
being the most expensive office block ever built.
Architecturally, I felt it was less a 'vision of the future'
than a backward, not to say nostalgic look at certain experiments of the
Twenties (when buildings were modeled on battleships, and Man himself
was thought to be a perfectible machine): buildings such as the PROUNS
of El Lissitzky; Vesnin's project for the offices of Pravda-the unrealised
dreams of the Early Soviet Constructionists.
Mr. Lung, on the other hand, is a modest practitioner of the
venerable Chinese art of geomancy, or feng shui. At the start of the project,
the Bank called him in to survey the site for malign or demonic presences,
and to ensure that the design itself was propitious. Whichever architect
was chosen, there was bound to be some anxiety; for the Hongkong and Shanghai
Bank is a pivot on which Hong Kong itself stands or falls. With 1997 in
sight, prosperity and luck must either come 'in the very near future'-or
not at all.
The afternoon was overcast and a sharp wind was blowing off
the harbour. We rode the escalator to the first floor, and took shelter
in the Cash Department. It was like entering a war-machine: the uniform
grey, the absence of 'art', the low hum of computerised activity. It was
also cold. Had the buildings been put up in Soviet Russia there would
at least have been a touch of red.
Behind a gleaming black counter sat the tellers-unscreened and
unprotected, since, in the event of a bank-raid, a kind of portcullis
slices sideways into action, and traps the raiders inside. A few potted
palms were postioned here and there, apparently at random.
I sat down on a slab of black marble which, in less austere
surroundings, might have been called a banquette. Mr Lung was not a tall
man. He stood.
Obviously, the surroundings were too austere for many of the
Bank's personnel, and already-in the executive suites on high- they had
unrolled the Persian carpets, and secretaries sat perched on reproduction
'This', Mr Lung began, in a proprietorial tone, 'is one of the
Top Ten Buildings of the World. Its construction is particularly ingenious.
'It is,' I nodded, glancing up at the cylindrical pylons and
the colossal X-shaped cross-braces that keep the structure rigid.
'So first,' he continued, 'I would like to emphasise its good
points. As far as feng-shui is concerned, the situation is perfect. It
is, in fact, the best stuation in the whole of Hong Kong.'
Feng-shui means 'wind-and-water'. From the most ancient times
the Chinese have believed that the Earth is a mirro of the Heavens, and
that both are living sentient beings shot through and through with currents
of energy-some positive, some negative- like the messages that course
through our own central nervous systems.
The positive currents-those carrying good 'chih', or 'life force'-are
known as 'dragon lines'. They are thought to follow the flow of underground
water, and the direction of magnetic fields beneath the Earth's surface.
The business of a geomancer is to make certain, with the help
of a magnetic compass, that a building, a room, a grave or a marriage
bed is aligned to one or the other of the 'dragonlines' and shielded from
dangerous cross-currents. Without clearance from a feng-shui expert, even
the most 'westernised' Chinese businessman is apt to get the jitters,
to say nothing of his junior staff.
At lunch I happed to tell an 'old China hand', an Englishman,
that the bank had taken the advice of a geomancer.
'Yes,' he replied. 'It's the kind of thing they would
Yet we all feel that some houses are 'happy' and others have
a 'nasty atmosphere'. Only the Chinese have come up with cogent reasons
why this should be so. Whoever presumes to mock feng-shui as a superstitious
anachronism should recall its vital contributions to the making of the
Chinese landscape, in which houses, temples and cities were always sited
in harmony with trees and hills and water.
Perhaps one can go a step further? Perhaps the rootedness
of Chinese civilisation; the Chinese sense of belonging to the Earth;
their capacity to live without friction in colossal numbers-have al, in
the long run, resulted from their adherence to the principles of feng-shui?
'Now it so happens,' Mr Lung said, 'that no less than five 'dragon-lines'
rund down from The Peak and converge on the Central Business District
of Hong Kong.'
We looked across the atrium of glass, towards the skyscrapers
of the most expensive patch of real estate in the world.
Some of the lines, he went on-not by any means at all- were
punctuated here and there with 'dragon-points' or 'energy centres', like
the meridian-points known to acupuncturists: points at which a particularly
potent source of chih [energy] was known to gush from the surface.
'And the site on which the bank stands', he added, 'is one of
them. It is, in fact, the only 'dragon-point' on the entire length of
Other lines, too, were known to have branches, like taproots,
which tended to siphon off the flow of chih, and diminish its force.
'But this line', he said, 'has no branches.'
Yet another favourable point was the bank's uninterrupted view
of the mountain. Had there been naked rocks or screes, they might have
reflected bad chih into the building.
'But The Peak', he said solemnly, 'is covered in trees.'
Similarly, because the new building was set well back from the
waterfront-and because the sun's course passed to landward- no malign
glitter could rise up from the sea.
Mr lung like the grey colour which, he felt, was soothing to
the nerves. He also like the fact that the building absorbed light, and
did not reflect glare onto its neighbours.
I questioned him carefully on the subject of reflected glare,
and discovered that glass-curtain-wall buildings which mirror one another-as
they do in every American city, and now in Hong Kong- are from the feng-shui
point of view, disastrous.
'If you reflect bad chih onto your neighbours,' Mr Lung said,
'you cannot prosper either.'
He also approved of the two bronze lions that used to guard
the entrance of the earlier building. During the War, he said, the Japanese
had tried to melt them down.
'But they were not successful.'
I said there were similar lions in London, outside the Bank
'They cannot be as good as these two,' he answered sharply:
so sharply, in fact, that I forgot to ask whether the lions had been put
away in storage three years ago, when Mrs Thatcher made her first, informed
foray into Chinese politics-and gave the Hong Kong Stock Exchange its
first major nervous breakdown.
The result, of course, was the historic slap from Deng Xiaoping
'So what about the bad pionts?' I asked Mr Lung.
'I'm coming to them now,' he said.
The Hong Kong waterfront was built on reclaimed land and there
were stories . . . No. He could not confirm them but there were, nevertheless,
stories . . . of sea-monsters and other local ghouls, who resented being
dumped upon and might want to steal the building.
This was why he had recommended that the escalator to the first
floor-which was, after all, the main public entrance- should be so angled,
obliquely, that it ran along a 'dragon-line'. The flow of positive chih
would thus drive the demons back where they belonged.
Furthermore, since all good chih came from the landward, he
had advised that the Board Room and Chief Executive offices should turn
away from the sea: away, that is, from the view of Kowloon and the mountains
of China; away from the cargo-ships, tugboats, ferries, drifters, coal-barges,
junks; away from the White Ensign, Red Ensign and that 'other' red flag-and
turn instead to face the 'Earth Spirit' descending from The Peak.
The same, equally, applied to the underground Safe Deposit-
which has the largest, circular, stainless-steel door ever made.
Finally, Mr Lung said, he had to admit there were a number of
danger zones in the structure-'killing-points' is what he called them-where,
in order to counteract the negative chih, it had been necessary to station
living plants: a potted palm at the head of the escalator 'in case of
a fall'; more potted palms by the lift-shafts; yet more palms close to
the pylons to nullify the colossal downward thrust of the building.
'Right,' I said, 'I'd like to ask you one thing. I believe that
"dragon-lines" never run straight, but are curved.'
'True,' he said.
'And isn't also true that traditional Chinese buildings are
always curved? The roofs are curved? The walls are curved?'
Chinese architecture-like Chinese art, Chinese language and
the Chinese character-abhors the rigid and rectilinear.
'Now, as a feng-shui man,' I persisted, 'how would you interpret
this rigid, straight-up-and-down Western architecture? WOuld you say it
had good or bad chih?'
He blanched a little and said nothing.
'These cross-braces, for example? Good or bad? Would you consider
putting plants underneath them?'
'No,' he said, blandly. 'Nobody sits there.'
My question, I have to confess, was most unfair, for I had heard
on the grapevine that the cross-braces were terribly bad feng-shui.
It was obvious I had overstepped the mark. At the mere mention
of cross-braces, Mr Lung moved onto the defensive. He back-pedalled. He
smiled. He re-emphasised the good points, and glossed over the bad ones.
He even left the impression that there were no bad ones.
At the foot of the escalator he shook my hand and said: 'I have
done feng-shui for the Rothschilds.'
-- Responses Sought --
The whole of Einstein's life's work was to show that what we
perceive as hard matter is mostly empty space with a pattern of energy
running through it. This includes ourselves. And what quantum physics
has shown is that when we look at these patterns of energy at smaller
and smaller levels, startling results can be seen. Experiments have revealed
that when you break apart small aspects of this energy, what we call elementary
particles, and try to observe how they operate, the act of observation
itself alters the results- as if these elementary particles are influenced
by what the experimenter expects. . . In other words, the basic stuff
of the universe, at its core, is looking like a kind of pure energy that
is malleable to human intention and expectation in a way that defies our
old mechanistic model of the universe-as though our expectation itself
causes our energy to flow out into the world and affect other energy systems.
05 Jan 2013, 16:20
i would like to know where can i contact mr. lung king chuen the geomancer?
his address or cellphone number or telephone number of his office.