This week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge is a sweet photo of a mother and her ducklings (Thanks Al), my offering follows. For more information about either participating or reading other writers entries click here.
The Language of the Birds
As I walk along the water, mind in a meditative state, I feel most peaceful viewing the sweet scenic image of a mother duck keeping cautious eye on her brood of ducklings paddling nearby in the fresh water pond. Colorful array of small fish and pebbles just beneath the shallow rippling waters create a pleasant visual sensation of harmony and tranquility, life and renewal.
I admit to being moved by this comforting view of reality, even with the realization of knowing that we all live in a consciousness hologram, set in linear time for the experience and subsequent recording of related emotions. Such is the nature of the great human ‘bio-genetic Earth experiment’ of which I was, until recently an unknowing participant.
Of course now that I am aware, the worldwide pattern recognition reoccurring in all areas of life seem obvious to me. Layers of past, present and future (“the all-time” as I like to think of it) linking together as one. I hope my human experiences are therefore not compromised (as a result of this knowledge) in my memory banks.
However I find it most synchronous, even intriguing to be strolling past this pastoral scene of life and birds, whilst also finding myself in the middle of deciphering a mystical and mysterious book “The Language of the Birds”. An ancient manuscript purported to be about our true human beginnings, mailed to me by an anonymous source. Clearly the language the ducks are speaking here is not of what the book is referencing … but then again, perhaps …
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