... TULIP FIELDS OF ZANDILAND (Part 2)

Part 2 (Awakening in the Tulip Fields) / (continued from Part 1)
© 2009 Howard McQueen | howard@mcq.com

As I look back down upon my reflected, mulch-covered nakedness, I see that the mulch clinging to me is being transformed. It somehow is being absorbed by my body and I am being adorned with these large splotches of brown, gold and bronze pigments. They are slowly moving and spreading.
I am sensing they are in orchestration to join in formation the symbolic patterns that arose and faded in me just a few minutes ago.

The sound of the magic flute resonates within me, and then there is this felt-resonance and response within the tulip fields, like they all joined in and blew a kiss my way.

I am transfixed by this sense of kiss and am moved to rapture ... this moment unfolds,
and I am pulled out of rapture by something flying by overhead. It is carrying a golden sack and a seam opens and a deep goldenrod stream of pollen like flakes slowly drift down toward me. As they touch my skin, they melt and join the body painting already underway. These golden flakes also more deeply penetrate, seemingly finding there way into the flesh surrounding my heart.

There is a perceptible shift, just for a moment, and I witness my visual perception looking out from the moon. The earth is aglow with organic fireworks, like everywhere there are carnival celebrations with fireworks marking their spots. As I watch the earth, the colors seem to fade, but then they shift to a mandala pattern, like that of looking into a kaleidoscope I remember this pattern being laid down by a traveling Buddhist troupe visiting Savannah. They spent two weeks piping colored sand pigments into this vivid energizing pattern - then they swept it all up and poured this gift into the Savannah River. Oh my god, I get it ...

The earth collage now warmly pulses and I feel this pulsation, my own body taking up the synchronized rhythm.

I am back now amongst the tulips and am eager to pee. As I begin to urinate, the stream is multicolored and braided and way lighter than it should be, as it does not touch down. The stream defies gravity and floats in the air, weaving a serpentine path. As I watch this navigating phenomena, the stream unbraids into countless tiny rivlets. I close my eyes and my consciousness is teleported to that of a hawks view. The various colored rivlets are each magnetically being pulled to the corresponding colored tulip patches where they are received and absorbed.

I teleport back to my body and feel a visceral itch like wave rippling across the entirety of my skin. As this feeling unfolds, colored patches of my epidermis are sloughing off. As this old skin pulls free of my body, this old pieces of me float upwards and gently explode, creating translucent colored clouds of spoor. Emanating from these clouds are sounds, something akin to the soft whispered warblings of ancient Irish bag pipes. I sense that it is the vibratic sound making them rise upwards into the rich vanilla-ness of the sky.

Something about the sky seems to have changed near the horizon. There is movement, like a mirage. It is growing and coming towards me, rapidly.

I drop down on my knees in deep wonder as large streams of butterflies dive into the spoor clouds. I can see that they are harvesting the spoor, as the colors are being collected on their wings. The odd thing is they are gliding, almost never beating their wings.

How is this all possible?

The rules of engagement and interaction have been retired and are being rewritten by you and others responds my heart.

Wow. Ask the right questions and you shall receive. I bow my head in deep reverence to this unfolding mystery. Tears stream out of my eyes and ears and nose and …

I remember a long forgotten golden guidance

"stay in my heart and remain transfixed in being with the diret experience. It is the much preferred teacher to the head that just wants to incessantly ask questions and not really know how to join into the heart-felt yummyness of magic and miracles.

And thus my heart provides, know that you are in the tulip fields of magic and miracles. More will be revealed as you take it all in and more fully explore.

Yes Way! May I please have more of this grand experience, this magically interconnected ecology with my new world.

Hmmm. I feel a hankering for a big bowl of rice pudding coming on real strong. It is about time to set forth and begin a broader reconnoiter with this thus far yummy world ...

(to be continued)