Zawmb’yee Nuje Continues The Blog, Chap 9, 103

Zawmb’yee continues the blog, CHAPTER 9

Zawmb’yee Paints The Palace
ENTRY 103

     We had walked across the landscape mosaics of the Grand Ballroom in the Kmpamew to reach the flying desk, my Reksipj, when Yenkoi said, “I think it is time for Mieta Apacevj to teach you how to fly … ”
     I said, “Uh, well…”
     “Tiglekso,” said Yenkoi, “I think you will enjoy painting a Gijlek on the ceiling. You must pass through the forest to get to the river…”
     “Huh? Oh, the Reksipj. You mean how to make the flying desk move up and down… I don’t have to be a bird?”
     “Well, no, not a bird, Fevepo Zawmb’yee, not today. Tiglekso.”
     “Alright, OK, Gavicte Yenkoi. Very well, my faithful Regent and master of protocol. Proceed Yenkoi honey-babe Sir.”
     “What?”
     “Oh sorry. I forgot we are to be formal…”
     “Yes, as I’ve said: as much as I might have an affection for you under different circumstances, I can’t address you as the High Priestess Chick, and I’d prefer to be called Gavicte Yenkoi.”
     “As you wish, Gavicte Yenkoi. Thank you very much and proceed.”
     “May I leave you then to Mieta Apacevj?”
     “Yes,” I said, and Yenkoi bowed, turned, and left.
     Apacevj bowed and said, “This won’t be so bad, High Priestess Chickie Babe…”
     I laughed. “OK. How do I do this?”
     “Make yourself comfortable in the chair behind the desk. I will stand in front of it, and guide you.”
     I sat down and sunk into the plush, form-fitting easy chair. “Mmm. Should I take a nap now?”
     “Not quite. You’ll do a deep meditation and stay relaxed but alert, stay poised yet placid, in short, the mikwumpa. Alright?”
     “Yes,” I said, and did some deep breathing for the mikwumpa.
     “Picture the pfambuuwisen. Can you see it?”
     Without effort the pfambuuwisen appeared. “Yes. The iridescent blue lights seem to beckon.”
     “Good. Can you find the one that has an image of the Reksipj?”
     “Yes.”
     “Allow it to expand and dive into it to explore and travel through every molecule and every atom. Tunnel down, deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. More relaxed and confident, and you hear my guiding voice soothe you. Yes?”
     “Uh huh.”
     “Uayi?”
     “Yes.”
     “Now I will lift us all up into the air. Here I do it. Do you feel my effort?”
     “Yes.”
     “Now join me in this eksetyk. Let us all together rise up.”
     “Ah.”
     “Now open your eyes and see that we have lifted off the ground and are moving upward toward the ceiling.”
     It was incredible to control a flying desk without being a bird, and I said, “I can do this?”
     “Yes. I give you this eksetyk. Now focus and remember it. Now I will subside and you will continue. OK?”
     “Yes.”
     We started to fall as Apacevj let go of the Reksipj, but I willed it to rise with my newly learned eksetyk, and we resumed the rise in the air toward the ceiling. “Did I do this?”
     “Yes. Remember this eksetyk.”
     “OK.”
     “Uayi?”
     “Yes.”
     “Now I will move us downward. Here I do it. Do you feel my effort?”
     “Yes.”
     “Now join me in this eksetyk. Let us all together lower the Reksipj.”
     “Uh huh.”
     “Now I give you this eksetyk.”
     “I’ve got it.”
     “Good.”
     And thus I learned to fly.

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