Indigo, the color I saw through Hieronymus Bosch’s tunnel

Have you ever seen a painting called Ascent of the Blessed by Hieronymus Bosch? It’s a sixteenth century painting which expresses the journey of souls towards a light at the end of a tunnel. Angels help the souls on their way to Heaven. You can read more about it here: http://www.hieronymusbosch.net/ascent-of-the-blessed/

Hieronymus Bosch Ascent of the Blessed - tunnel

I first learned about Hieronymus Bosch’s work from a song called Garden of Earthly Delights by XTC. If you haven’t seen that one, here’s a picture of a puzzle I put together of it.

Ascent of the Blessed Puzzle Bosch

If you haven’t heard the song, you should listen to it now…

I had an experience one evening, as I pulled the wet curtain and stepped out of the shower; I started to see through a tunnel. It was happening while I grabbed my towel. Dripping hair and all, the only thing I could do was gently wrap the towel around my vulnerable body and sit down. My throat swelled and tears started flowing. I could see it, but more than that, I could feel it. There was an indescribable color of light. It was a tunnel without walls, but you knew which way to go. I didn’t go anywhere. I was grounded yet so incredibly high. It was extraordinarily beautiful. The experience lasted for about a minute, if that. I didn’t want it to end, but I knew it had to. It gently and ever so slowly drifted away.

This wasn’t the only experience I’ve had like this, but this was the strongest.

I love recalling this memory and there are a few other Maheekat songs that incorporate a description of the feeling. The Emptiness and Eureka are two of them.

With Indigo, we tried to describe just the color and the associated feeling.

The original song didn’t include the narrative in the bridge. I told Craig what the song was about, he has experienced  similar other-worldly states. One time he experienced something while surfing huge waves at Rincon. He could see through the veil of reality… or should I say… what people call reality in their cars going up and down freeways. People tend to hide from nature, protect themselves from it. That lifestyle is not true reality. Nature is. It’s in the way the earth is alive. A being of its own moving through the solar system.

Like me, this wasn’t Craig’s only experience. He’s had many more than I.

The narration was performed and recorded by Barry Somers of 10Radio in England. Listening to 10Radio is a completely different story, one we’ll most likely write about in a future post.

As usual, Craig played most of the instruments on the recording, including the slide guitar lead, which is one of my favorite parts of the tune. It really brings in the dreaminess element on top of a well-grounded groove.

The cover of the album was from a picture I had taken at a small Sierra Mountain lake. There are Fae folk that live around there. It’s a really beautiful place.

Lyrics:

Looking up I lifted my arms to the sky
As if I couldn’t know
I didn’t know that magic was real and I cried
Threw my hands to the ground

Hold on I think that I get it
I never believed it true
Just when I think that I get it
I’m left in the trust of you

Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo

Indigo, I reached through my mind to let go
Dusting off the love that I found on the edge
What a find intertwined

Hold on I think that I get it
I never believed it true
Just when I think that I get it
I’m left in the trust of you
With hues of blue

Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo

We live here but we’re disconnected
We hide within ourselves
So distant in our little boxes
Making ourselves foreign to the landscape
Cliffs, hills, giant waves on the ocean
Disipating into nothing right on the beach
Nature is reality
We’re just these little organisms running around on the surface

Domicile I’m thinking of
Holds the truth of long ago
Ahh

Whoa ooh whoah

Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo
Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo, Indigo

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