Everywhere in the airwas the smell of a slow death. But the energy had not left the place. It waseverywhere: in the ruins of the bulldozed houses, in the furniture, altars andphoto albums of abandoned houses and in the anarchy of the illegal smallgardens by the river. The remaining inhabitants werescared.  I felt the human energy inTreasure Hill very strong but also that it was now directed towards death,destruction. I needed to make a plan how to tune this same energy towardsconstruction, like turning over the compost that has been the smelly part ofthe farm just to become the most fertile top soil. I was careful to manipulatethese hidden energy flows and the small elements that I introduced to TreasureHill can be compared to the needles in acupuncture. I call this urban acupuncture.
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