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The air directly above the tee box was swarming with dragonflies as we arrived, at least fifty of them,

most of their bodies in the brown state, though a few of the larger ones were blue. Had they been

gathering there for days? Were they gathered there on this day because of some food source or

because every year at that time they gathered there? Or, as our lifting hearts told us, were they

gathered there because we had been recognized and they wanted to perform a group

acknowledgement? A dance for us. One, a particularly large blue one, came very near and looked into

my face—and I could sense a connection. Once again, I felt the heart emanation from the head area,

straight toward my own opening heart.

According to anatomical drawings, a dragonfly has an organ called an “occipital triangle” just in back

of, or between, the large compound eyes; perhaps this was the source of the emanations I felt.

A year following our first

encounter with the blue

dragonfly, we played again on

the same golf course. I wore the

same tan golf hat. And once

again, at the fourth hole, a

dragonfly approached me. She

was brown-­‐bodied, large like the

one we had rescued, and she

hung in the air about five feet in

front of me, looking directly at

my face. She flew higher and did

a little downward spiral dance,

twice. The encounter took only

about a quarter of a minute but

was very intense. After she left, I

felt a burning sensation in the

lower left quadrant of my face, spreading to my heart, flooding me with goodwill. I have come to

recognize this from my travels in India as a shaktipat, a sensual experience of eros, heart-­‐opening