ABOUT THE LAND OF JOYFUL COLORS
51. The One who raises the Hand of Blessings is said to be the giver
of the complete treasure but, the oracle went on, Baereli has to find
52. Treasure hunting was an attractive proposition. Appearing from nowhere,
a dog came to show the way and the faith of the animal told Baereli he
should be courageous.
53. Onwards into the woods, into the woods of doubts and fears, with
the lurking fear of missing the gate that must be crossed
54. he traveled until he finally reached the land of playful colors
55. where he met teachers full of joyful lore that would share the treasure
of their knowledge with bravery and burning conviction,
56. He was comforted by aunties who displayed a treasure of placid mildness
that could be found only in the scions of this ancient nation.
57. And he was guided by wise elders who had kept the blessed well of
ever flowing love alive within themselves. He was proud to earn their
58. Thus, eventually, Baereli was led to a hidden village where he was
admitted to a procession; the singing and dancing crowd was following
a beautifully decorated ox cart. The lady who sat on it carried a red
shawl for, he was told, red is Her color and the color of the heart.
59. Our hero was quite intrigued as this was sounding like the response
to one of the questions of the yaksha; he crept closer to catch a glimpse
of the High Lady in whose honor the villages were dancing.
60. But then she turned slightly and lo and behold, a blessed wind rose
all around the cart because, it turned out, Hers was the laughter that
made the wind blow. Baereli felt both elated and very curious. “This is
mighty and weird,” he thought, “I must follow the people of this procession
and see where all this will take me.”