Curiel is delighted. The sale is going exceptionally well and by the time it concludes, three more world records will have been set by jadeite. A gem-trade magazine we pick up in the lobby features an intriguing quote by Richard Hughes, a US specialist. People do not buy a stone they buy a story, a vision of a mine or country, a bit of history, something they can tell their friends about.
THE JEWELS OF HEAVEN
De Beers knows this, which is why they don't sell diamonds, they sell love. Open a Christie's catalogue and absorb the allure of this prohibitive jewel. The pages are lacquered with pictures. The Qianlong Emperor of China who in the 18th century ransomed his kingdom for the Stone of Heaven and attempted to win the hand of a consort, the legendary Fragrant Concubine of Kashgar, by showering her with jadeite gifts including a pendant carved into a delicate pepper.
The Dragon Lady, Empress Dowager Cixi, who ruled over China in the 19th century with wands made of jadeite and slippers fringed in the stone. But no one at this sale is talking about the source of the most valuable stone in the world, a place encircled by 10, Burmese troops, a shifting city of a million labourers.
In the jungles of northern Burma lies one of the remotest mines in the world that has defied western treasure hunters since the voyages of Marco Polo - until we found it, after hoodwinking the Burmese junta. After a journey that had taken three years to prepare, what we discovered was a medieval vision of hell, a place of poor fortune and terrible illness.
When we first heard the rumours, they were garbled. Interviewing Burmese refugees in camps strung along the Thai-Burma border three years ago, we were told stories of how vast tracts of the Burmese jungle were being cut away by government soldiers. A valley in the foothills of the Himalayas, an area in the far north of Burma known as the Kachin Hills, was reportedly being excavated on the orders of the military regime that rules this impoverished and oppressed nation. The refugees claimed that within a military cordon lay a special government project that rumbled like a freight train.
Eyewitnesses said that at night the jungle canopy was strung with lights that glowed like the phosphorescence. Every day, a long line of trucks drove into the project, carrying thousands of labourers from all over Burma. Every night, the same trucks emerged loaded down with boulders and bundles, longyis, sandals, shorts and bamboo hats, wrapped up in oilskin and twine. The Burmese jungle was holding more than a million people captive, many of whom were sick or dying, the refugees claimed.
But what was being mined? The refugees' rumours appeared to stem from a place called Hpakant, a long forgotten mine in the Kachin Hills, a place we first found reference to in the Chinese Imperial annals stored in the Forbidden City in Beijing. There, inside huge chronicles penned in vermilion ink, we read how the mandarins of the Middle Kingdom consumed powdered jadeite from the mines of Hpakant as an elixir of life while concubines used it in love-making.
In the 19th century, jadeite became the peacemaker of Asia, when Burma's ruling dynasty brokered regional alliances by sending elephant convoys loaded down with jadeite hauled from Hpakant on 3,mile journeys to Peking. Buried inside the National Archives of India in New Delhi, tied up with faded pink ribbons in fragile packets marked Foreign and Secret, we uncovered a record of how European explorers combed the Burmese jungle looking for jadeite's source.
But they all returned empty-handed, until December , when a British army surgeon and a botanist set out for Upper Burma. But the story they told their superiors back in London was that the legendary pits were empty, worked to a standstill. A handful of ailing miners had sent them packing with rocks and arrows.
Until the Burmese refugees began telling their stories, it was assumed in the West that this jadeite mine had long ceased to exist. We took up Bayfield and Griffith's trail and the fear gripped us as soon as we slipped past the line of plain-clothed intelligence officers who sift through all new arrivals at Rangoon's airless airport. They call it Burma Head, that creeping state of paranoia that begins with a balling up of your stomach and evolves into obsessive behaviour: not to walk down the same street twice; to move hotel rooms every two days; to keep a chair pressed against the door; to presume everyone knows who you are.
And, of course, paranoia drifts into delusion, chance conversations become an interrogation. We did have reasons to be worried - the Burmese regime had blacklisted us over a previous story we had written for The Observer and there were certainly pictures of us pinned up at the airports and in the Military Intelligence headquarters in Rangoon. However, hiding behind new identities, we decided to tackle the military regime head-on and made an appointment with the army officer who managed the Burmese mining industry.
Sitting in his shuttered office, he introduced himself as Colonel Maunt Maunt Aye. We talked too much and nervously rattled our cups of green tea until the Colonel held up his hands. It was all very difficult. We said we understood. It would be extraordinary. We agreed. But there was an outside possibility of getting to the jadeite pits if we could contribute to the cost of arranging such a difficult journey. A silence crowded his tiny office.
Diamonds in the Earth and Gemstones in Heaven - The Christian Post
Was the Colonel asking us for money? Two weeks later, we flew towards Myitkyina, a garrison town Dr Bayfield had described as 'the end of the earth', the capital of Kachin State in the far north of Burma. The Colonel had promised to deliver us a permit to visit the jadeite pits if we waited for his messenger in this remote outpost.
And after seven days a corporal caught up with us.
The very next morning, we roared out of town, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust. We rumbled past the airport and into a militarised zone, the headquarters of the Burmese army's Northern Command. Legions of troops marched on the roadside; their boots and tunics caked in dirt, churned up by armoured cars that hurtled across the scorched ground. Endless army lines drifted past the car window, barricades and barbed wire stretching to the horizon, trenches and gun emplacements on every bend.
Some Hell in my Heaven
Amid the ordered chaos of the army's mobilisation, heads spun around to catch a glimpse, whispers passing along the lines, a rumour slowly spreading like mustard gas through the battalions of infantry: foreigners were on the road to Hpakant. Eventually, after eight hours and 26 checkpoints, our battered car dragged itself to the summit of a razor-back ridge. Before us was a brutalised landscape, the mountains reduced to rubble. The valley floor plunged into an amber chasm, its walls, like a Roman amphitheatre, dropped hundreds of feet into the dark where only the fluttering shadows of miners could be seen amid the dust.
See a Problem?
As we drew nearer we could make out thousands of nearly naked men and women cloaked in mud and bamboo hats hauling boulders and earth in cane baskets. Others plunged 8ft steel staves into the hillside, breaking away crumbs of rock and soil. To the left, men and women washed themselves in the slurry, pouring it over their hair and limbs.
To the right, skeletal wooden ladders rose out of the craters, running up rock chimneys. It was impossible not to be awed by the magnitude of the regime's project. Our military escort then took us down into the nearest pit, the dust choking our throats and eyes. A visual reminder of the reality and beauty of our eternity in Heaven. Size -- 6. Add to Cart. Use the video as well as the wallet-card that comes with your bracelet to memorize and share your bracelet story with others! Follow the pearls, stones, charms and crystals to share the bible right from your wrist!
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