Bernadette’s Rainbow Adventures, Part 6
Lunch in Budapest
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Although Rainbow Patrollers go through an annual Rainbow Quest each year they are in Rainbow College, it doesn’t stop there. Part of the oath we take upon graduating from Rainbow College is pledging to keep doing at least one Rainbow Quest a year for the rest of our lives. The big difference between the Rainbow Quests we undertake while in Rainbow College and the ones we do for the rest of our lives is that once we’ve graduated we can pick where we want to do a Rainbow Quest. Personally, I never would have picked northern Sweden. I’ve done quite a few Rainbow Quests since I graduated but for most of them I picked really cool places like the Amazon, the Nazca Plateau, Samoa, the Punjab, Ayers Rock, the Badlands of North Dakota, the mountains surrounding Mesa Verde, the Olympic Peninsula, Macchu Pichu, the Kamchatka Peninsula, Mt. Ararat, the Gobi Desert, and others. Northern Scandinavia has never been on my list of places to quest but I have to say that I am eternally grateful for having been dropped off there.
I learned a lot on that Rainbow Quest in Sweden and it really helped to prepare me for graduation. My teachers were all quite surprised that I even survived. My successful Sweden quest really helped me to graduate first in my class just like Monique had graduated first in her class the year before. Her husband Russell, by the way, had graduated first in his class the year before Monique did.
So I think it’s a good thing that students can’t pick where they quest. We have the rest of our lives for that.
I should probably point out that up until now the society of Rainbow Patrollers has been a well-kept secret. Part of our pledge has been one of secrecy. That has all changed, though. At the annual conference of Rainbow Patrollers, this year held in Tuscany (they’ve got great rainbows there), it was decided that the Patrollers must not be immune to change. We must be flexible and willing to change the rules as our world changes. (That’s a good idea for all organizations.)
It was decided that Rainbow Mojo should no longer be kept a secret. It is simply too valuable a tool to help humankind awaken and evolve. We need a collective mega-dose of mojo to move our vibrations into alignment with new paradigms and what better source of mojo than rainbows? The more humans practicing Rainbow Mojo, the greater the collective vibrations get. Before, we were more concerned with quality than quantity and that is why we kept things secret. There is a lot of rigorous training involved in being a Rainbow Patroller and it was feared that people would begin practicing Rainbow Mojo without knowing how to correctly do so. Rainbow Mojo cannot be used for any kind of ‘evil’ purposes but if it is done incorrectly by a lot of people that can dilute the overall planetary mojo resonance factor. So we kept it a secret in order to keep it as pure as we could.
But this year we have come to a point where it is urgent that we muster all the mojo that we can. We need a quantity of humans connecting with Rainbow Mojo — even if only briefly and incompletely — in order to augment the planetary mojo resonance factor. Even if we don’t enlist legions of Rainbow Patrollers, if we can at least make more people aware of Rainbow Mojo it can only help us with that planetary mojo resonance factor as we quickly move into new paradigms.
It was Monique’s husband Russell who nominated me to be on the committee to research ways to now suddenly spread the word about Rainbow Mojo. (Russell is such a sweet guy.) We sat around the gardens of Tuscany for a week developing a strategy and eating copious amounts of Tuscan cuisine. We finally all agreed that the internet was the way to go. We on the committee decided that we would be the first Rainbow Patrollers to break the secrecy. And so, it became my job to start divulging some of the secrets of Rainbow Mojo; secrets that have been kept for thousands of years. Of course, I can’t divulge everything; just enough to get people interested in Rainbow Mojo and to start seeing rainbows differently. So now you know why I’m telling my story.
With that said, allow me to return to the story.
After leaving the wolves I walked. And I walked and I walked and I walked. Since I had no watch with me (if I was wearing a watch I wouldn’t be fully naked), I had no idea exactly how long I walked. The temperature was below zero (Fahrenheit) and I was completely naked but I kept walking and walking thanks to the wolf breast milk and wolf saliva liberally smeared over my skin. The clouds had all left and the sun was out so there wasn’t much chance of seeing another rainbow but that was okay. I had my rainbow experience and it was time to remain in the NOW for as long as I could.
I should point out that Rainbow Mojo can only be accessed in the NOW. It’s the only way. One must be fully present with an empty mind to allow the mojo to pass through us unimpeded. That’s one of the great things about Rainbow Mojo is that you are forced to be in the NOW in order to fully experience it and the NOW is the only place where we can adjust our vibrations. We can’t do anything about our vibrations in the past or the future. The NOW is the one and only place where we can consciously change our vibrations, which is what we have to do to move into the new paradigms. If only thirty percent of humans would stop whatever they are doing when they see a rainbow and then fully clear their minds of ALL thought and enter a state of pure presence in the NOW, even if only for a minute, then the entire vibration of the planet can increase more significantly than anyone thinks. My hope is that everyone who reads my story will never look at a rainbow the same again; that they see every rainbow as an opportunity to enter the NOW.
I remained in the NOW as I walked naked across the arctic landscape of northern Scandinavia. It was, up to that point in time, the longest I had ever gone while remaining completely in the NOW. That was one of the best things that happened to me on my Sweden quest during my last year in Rainbow College. I experienced what it was like to be in the NOW for an extended period of time. Before that, I had never stayed in the NOW for longer than an hour or two or three. My goal, as is every Rainbow Patroller’s, is to someday slip into the NOW and never come back. After experiencing how outrageously incredible it was to be in the NOW for so long in Sweden I would love nothing better than to remain in the NOW on a permanent, everyday, 24/7/365 basis.
As I walked and walked through the snow I looked around me at everything. I had never seen the world so vividly before. I saw the life in everything; the trees, the birds, the caribou, the rocks…. Everything was vibrating in a heightened way. The world was suddenly a complete paradise. Everything was filled to the brim with mojo. I was ecstatic simply walking. I felt completely awakened and alive like I never had before. That long walk through the frigid wilderness left no doubt in my soul that I wanted to be the best Rainbow Patroller and that some day I would walk through all of life the same way.
My Rainbow Quest in Sweden left me with some very fond memories. That long, long walk at the end of the quest was just as joyous as my time with the wolves. But like everything, it came to an end. Eventually, I heard the helicopter. As I waved, the pilot saw me and came down for a landing in the snow of a small clearing. Walking to the chopper, I saw Roger the Dodger get out. With his upper torso bent over to be sure to miss the chopper blades, he walked over to greet me. He was wearing a big, thick fur-lined parka. After passing beyond the reach of the helicopter blades he straightened up just as I approached him.
The first thing he said was, “Holy crap, Bernadette. What happened to your face?”
Standing naked before Roger, I said nothing.
He then reached into the pocket of his parka and pulled out a purple envelope which he handed to me, “This just came for you.”
I took the envelope. On it, was written, “To Bernadette, from Monique.” I opened the envelope and read the short message: “B, I’m in Budapest right now. If you have any spare time before you have to return to classes I’d love it if you were to stop in Budapest and have lunch with me. I’ve got something really important to tell you. Love, M”
At the mention of lunch I was suddenly hungry. I had been fasting since 48 hours before the quest started. Fasting was hard for me when I first started at Rainbow College but it had become easier with each successive year. Rainbow Patrollers always fast in conjunction with questing.
I looked at Roger who was looking at my naked breasts, “Roger, do you think that on our way back to Africa we could make a short stop in Budapest?”
He looked up at my face, “Budapest! Ah, one of the world’s most romantic cities!” As soon as he said, “romantic,” he once again moved his eyes down to my breasts, “Sure, we can make a little pit-stop in Budapest. My pleasure.”
I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head to one side, “Roger.”
He looked up at me, “Yes?”
“So I don’t even get a robe this time, or what?”
“A-ha!” said Roger loudly. He took a step backward then popped open the top buttons of his parka. He then reached inside the parka and pulled out a robe, “Not only did I bring you a robe but I warmed it up for you.”
Eew gross! I had to decide which I wanted the least on my skin; his eyes or his heat vibrations. I quickly put the robe on and, bending over, I proceeded with Roger to the helicopter. Just a minute later we were ascending into the air.
Looking out the window at the stark and hostile landscape I thought about the wolves. Psychically, I blew them kisses. I would certainly never forget them.
Suddenly, I was in a hurry to get to Budapest. I was ravenously hungry.
The three of us had lunch at an outdoor cafe overlooking the Danube. I was only expecting Monique but Russell was there, too. It was there over a big salad that Monique and Russell announced that they were getting married. The wedding would be in Jamaica soon after I graduated from Rainbow College. At that time I didn’t even know that they were an item. Watching them, I realized that they were much more than an ‘item.’ They were oozing galactic love from every pore of their beings. They were finishing each other’s sentences as well as their meals and they were CONSTANTLY fondling each other. I kept wanting to say, “Get a room!” But we had so much to talk about.
I told them all about my Rainbow Quest in Sweden; about my experience with the wolves and my long walk. Russell then told a story about meeting Rainbow Jaguars while questing in Bolivia. He said the Rainbow Jaguars held their mojo in their eyes and in their tails. He then showed me his jaguar tattoo on his dark, muscled chest.
Monique had been Rainbow Questing in Ecuador at the same time Russell was questing in Bolivia. They ended up being taken home by the same jet. Although they had briefly met before, it was on that private jet at 35,000 feet that they suddenly realized that they were madly in love. Apparently, they were copulating within minutes.
Now, so many years later, Monique’s and Russell’s son Rainbow is a handsome strapping boy and Monique and Russell are still just as horny for each other as they’ve ever been. They are the happiest family I’ve ever seen. It defies all logic. You would think that seeing such a happy family would encourage me towards family-dom but, sorry, I’m married to my Rainbow Patrolling and I can be happy without a man or child permanently woven into my life.
Of course, sitting at that table on the banks of the Danube in romantic Budapest I was horny. I had been completely naked for five days and never got horny but now that I had clothes on I was suddenly almost irritably horny. Watching Monique and Russell fondling each other didn’t help. Plus, all the handsome men on the cafe terrace all seemed to be looking at me. That almost never happens. I never got a chance to shower when I got to Budapest. I just threw some clothes on. My skin was still covered with wolf breast milk and wolf saliva. I wondered if that had anything to do with all the looks I was getting.
There was one particular cutie who was staring at me from the bar. He had wild curly black hair, beard stubble, a nice tan, and nice stylish clothes. He just kept staring at me and staring at me. Geez, those European men are like jaguars.
Monique, Russell, and I talked for over two hours and then I excused myself. I had class to get to the next day and a jet to meet.
“See you at the wedding,” they said in perfect harmony.
I hugged and kissed them, said good-bye, and then proceeded to the bar where I approached the handsome foreign guy. He smiled and turned up the intensity in his eyes. I then honestly told him that I was a college student and, with class to go to tomorrow, I only had a few hours of freedom left.
Luckily, he spoke English (almost). He raised his eyebrow and then said, “I happy to show you fun.”
“Yeah, well what I’m looking for is to get laid. Can you help me with that, cowboy?”
You should have seen the look on his face! At first, he looked utterly confused. I could tell that he wasn’t sure if he was fantasizing or if I was real. Then he blushed. Then he started fiddling with his hands. He cleared his throat several times and looked like he was about to say something but he couldn’t seem to talk. And then, suddenly, a calmness seemed to overtake him. Testosterone was now leaking profusely from him. He cocked his head to one side and said in a low voice, “This cowboy say, giddyup”
Men.
I was sound asleep when the ‘Fasten Seatbelts” sign flashed and beeped. I slowly opened my eyes and brought my seat forward then buckled up. Taking a deep breath, I then looked out the window of the jet. To my delightful surprise, in the distance below I could see Mt. Kilimanjaro. A smile erupted on my face and a warm joy spread throughout my body. What a fantastic way to wake up!
For those who might be even remotely interested I can tell you that there is a significant difference between sleeping completely naked on the ground out in the wilderness in freezing temperatures and sleeping fully clothed with a blanket in the room temperature of the cabin of a private jet zooming through the sky. I don’t think it’s necessary to delineate those differences as they seem obvious so I will leave specifics to the reader’s imagination.
I have noticed that there is also a similarity between those two sleeping arrangements and that is that they both tend to induce intensified dreaming. Maybe that’s just me. I’ve also noticed that there are no thermometers and, indeed, no temperature in Dreamland. Have you ever noticed that? There is no hot and cold in Dreamland. Temperature doesn’t exist. Since the illusory 3-D physical world of form is created through our perceptions then I have to wonder why we decided to perceive temperature in that world. What is it that we wanted to experience? Our reactions to temperature are an integral part of how and why we live the way that we do. What would happen if suddenly we became impervious to temperature? How would that change the world?
“Bernadette.”
I turned my head to my left away from the window. Sitting next to a window on the other side of the cabin was Roger. Lifting my eyebrows, I asked, “Yes?”
“I, uh, was just wondering if you had sweet dreams.”
“Yes, Roger, I had a delightful nap and pleasant dreams….” Just then, I slapped the palm of my hand onto my forehead. The second Roger asked me that question all memories of the dream I was just having evaporated into thin air. I rubbed my face with my hand as though to somehow coax the dream back into my awareness. I remembered that the dream was fairly pleasant but suddenly I could not remember any details. Don’t you just hate how quickly a dream can be forgotten as soon as the brain comes on line after awakening? That darn brain! I rubbed my face harder and suddenly I saw…. camel lips. Camel lips? WTF?
“Bernadette, are you alright?”
Without removing my hand from my face I snapped back at him, “I’m fine.” I instantly realized that I should not have snapped at him. I dropped my hand. It wasn’t Roger’s fault that I forgot the dream. After all, my brain was already on, thinking about that hot and cold temperature nonsense, “Sorry Roger. I was just….” I didn’t finish my sentence, instead just waving my hand through the air. I then looked out the window.
“So, uh, are you excited?”
I looked back at Roger, “What?”
“Are you excited? I mean, in ten days you will no longer be a ‘college student.’” Roger made air quotes as he said, “College student.”
I said nothing as I tried to refocus my mind.
Roger continued, “In just ten days you’ll have your Masters Degree and then you’ll be a certified, bone fide Rainbow Patroller. Surely, you’re excited. So are you ready to take the oath? Everything changes after you take that oath. You’re not getting cold feet are you?”
Calmly I replied, “I would take that oath today if I could. I have no reservations whatsoever.”
Just then, the jet hit an air pocket and the cabin shook violently for a moment. I turned my head and stared out the window.
To me, Mt. Kilimanjaro is the most magical mountain in the world. Whether staring at it from the Serengeti Plains or looking down at it from above, the sight of that majestic mountain never fails to warm my heart and make me feel like I am home. Ignoring Roger the Dodger, I leaned my head against the window and stared down at the mountain, luxuriating in its ambient mojo. After four years of Rainbow College in Africa, seeing the mountain meant I was home but in ten days I would be leaving that home. In ten days I will have taken my oath and my life will never be the same. I was just ten days away from becoming a true Rainbow Patroller.
There are certain foreign dignitaries, popes, and certain soccer players who, when leaving one continent by air and arriving on a new continent, will kneel down and kiss the ground as soon as setting foot upon the new continent. I happen to be one of those people who do this. To me it is a very important gesture, a sign of respect. I learned this from Daddy.
Daddy has been to most of the continents on this planet. Antarctica and Australia are the only continents that he has not kissed. Every continent was like a notch on his bedpost. Oh, the stories we heard and re-heard repeatedly while growing up! The first time Daddy kissed Europe was in a downpour on the tarmac at Heathrow Airport. The first time he kissed South America was after the pilot of the Cessna four-seater landed in a cornfield after running out of gas. The first time he arrived in Africa a woman had just given birth on the small ten-passenger turbo-prop he was on. He never talked about the first time he kissed Asia. All he would ever say was, “I kissed the Buddha.”
I was barefoot as I walked down the ladder off the jet so my bare feet immediately touched the dirt of the landing strip. My bare feet were immediately touching Africa and it felt like falling into the naked embrace of a lover. I fell to my knees and proceeded to give the continent a big fat kiss.
When I stood up I saw a College staffer walking towards me. It was Narusa’a. She was a gorgeous six-foot, eight-inch tall black woman who wore enough cloth swaddled upon her head to make her over eight feet tall. When she smiled it was like the air cracking open.
Brushing Kenyan sand off my knees and lips, I stood upright and smiled at Narusa’a. The sweet smell of honey enveloped me. It was like a beehive had just opened up before me but there were no bees; only honey. Folding her extremely long hands in prayer fashion before her, she said with a smile, “Namaste.”
As I folded my hands together and repeated her, ‘Namaste,’ I wondered if she could smell my wolf milk/saliva as strongly as I could smell her honey. Looking into her speckled chocolate eyes, I knew that she could.
Narusa’a then reached inside her various wraps and pulled out a pink envelope which she handed to me, “This just came for you, love.”
I nodded my head, “Thank you, Narusa’a.”
After I took the envelope, Narusa’a smiled a truly humongous smile then turned and walked back towards the make-shift buildings of the campus. Like a lovesick puppy, Roger the Dodger followed Narusa’a.
The envelope was pink! I didn’t even have to read it to know who it was from. What is the deal with pink anyway?
I took a deep breath and then looked at the envelope. In glittery fuchsia lettering, was written, “To Bernie.” It was further evidence of who the letter was from.
There is only one person in the entire world who I allow to call me Bernie. Bernie is a boy’s name and it is NOT my name. My name is Bernadette. Shorten my name and I’ll shorten you, mister! Let it be known here and now…. don’t ever call me Bernie! A jockstrap once proved impervious to my kick one time someone dared call me, Bernie. Don’t ever call me that unless you want your organs rearranged.
But one person calls me that and I’ve finally realized that there is nothing I can do about it. It’s actually okay to hear him call me that — but only him! I tried making him call me by my real full name for decades and I finally gave up.
It was Daddy!
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Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. (Originally written under the nom de plume, Stella Knoxville.)