Walking along, looking up, so that the teardrops won't flow out of my eyes
I look back on a spring day on this lonely night. A good fortune is beyond the clouds.
A good fortune is beyond the sky.
So I'm looking up and I'm looking forward, imagining that good fortune in the future.
English translation of lyrics of ‘Sukiyaki’ or ‘Ue o Muite Arukōu’ by Rokusukay Ey
“The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.”
On December 26th, 2011 I observed something very much out of the ordinary. I have a bird feeder in my backyard, and on that morning my friend and I were watching a small flock of Inca Doves sitting on the ground eating seeds that had fallen from the feeder. My friend walked away and I continued watching the birds. I love watching doves---while not colorful, there is a sweetness about them that I find very appealing. As I watched, they suddenly stopped moving. They all had their heads bowed, and they did not move at all. They appeared frozen. They sat there for so long that I called my friend to come quickly. For about a minute we observed this odd behavior before the birds began moving again. To quote my friend, "It was like something out of the 'Twilight Zone'!".
My logical mind decided that the doves must have been aware of a hawk or other raptor overhead and froze as a survival mechanism, but in all my years of watching all kinds of birds, I have never seen this happen before. Doves usually just scatter when they sense danger.
The next day an acquaintance in Brooklyn, NY mentioned on her website that the city seemed eerily quiet for the day after Christmas, almost as if in "suspended animation".
More to the point, strange glitches in my own reality have become more common, and I have a sense that something major is coming, and that some of us are in training for the big event, whatever it may be. I do not have a feeling of foreboding, or even a feeling of an aerie-faerie Utopian future...just that profound changes are on the way and that we must keep our minds, and hearts, wide open for what is to come.
December 26th happens to be my birthday. It is the anniversary date of eerie events in Rendlesham Forest 31 years ago, Whitley Srieber's first extraordinary events with other-worldly beings at a cabin in upstate New York, as well as one of the first great destructive, natural events of our century, the earthquake and tsunami in the Indian Ocean in 2004. My birthday is not particularly important, but it does give me pause when I notice events on that date and their impact on humanity and my sense of reality...even doves peacefully eating away at seeds and grain and freezing in the moment.
These are exciting times, and I am so glad to be here! A very happy, and blessed New Year to one and all!
Suggested Links and Resources
'Communion' by Whitley Strieber