The next morning, I awoke to a bright sunlit sky, and discovered I was in a field full of flowers. All around me where sunflowers and dandelions, in a long inclined flat plain, stretching out to a nearby depression, with green rolling hills across the horizon. It would have been such a nice morning, had I not noticed a figure moving across the field.
He was an old, bearded man, medium build, carrying a sharp wooden staff and wearing an intense dark blue robe. As he approached further, I waved my hand and said hello.
His face was wrinkled and showed many cracks, undoubtedly thru years of toil as a farmer, or a village elder. But he had an intense calmness in his gestures that made me at ease and willing to talk to him.
He said that he was the caretaker of this field and that I was welcome to stay for a few minutes, WHILE the flower field was still present. He said that these were special flowers, that would stay open only during the daytime, and would disappear once the fog appeared again at night.
I had so many questions about this place; Where was I? How did I get here? Can he he help me remember who I was?
He said that he was The Caretaker, and that he farmed this field of flowers ever since he could remember. He said that he came to this flat plain long before there were any other humans here. He could not remember being anything else other than the Caretaker that he was.
He called this place Amber Field, and said that residents here have tilled the flower field ever since he came. I said I would like to know more about your culture, and maybe get a lead, or a person, who might remember me.
He said other humans tried the same thing, and eventually left for the West.
He said in a firm voice I could not stay, but that he had something to give me.
Picking thru his right pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper, a map leading to the outskirts of Amber field. He said, that this would lead me to where I wanted to go.
Confused, I asked him if he knew of me. He said I had too many questions, and to just follow the map. I was about to burst open, but something made me stop, gaze down, and just read the piece of paper he gave me.
I said, "Will this be a short trip?"
And he said, "That depends, on your ability to understand, what God wants from you."
I looked up again, and he was gone.
So, as the sun was nearly setlling, I slowly took the route given to me, and left the now-withering flower patch known as Amber field, for an unknown destination.
