A Story of Healing With the White Tailed Black Cockatoo
The White Tails are here. They arrive in cacophony, circling my house with a broad sweep of the property.
Flying so low, they skim the roof. I look into their eyes as they pass. Each one a different being, yet part of the whole.
They look back at me, their eyes a doorway to the great mystery.
It’s a large flock, perhaps 40 birds. They land in the trees on all four sides of my house.
I pause, basking in their song.
It moves me, changes me.
I feel something deep within my subtle body begin to rise. It is being rattled loose…a stuck piece is being soothed, healed, washed away.
I close my eyes and allow myself to be bathed, cleansed, sung into wholeness once again.
They see me, and I see them.
There is a wisdom beyond words in their realm.
They are wise. They are the Earth's voice, a living, breathing expression of Her. Through them, Her vibration rattles this plane. It rattles us awake.
I immerse for a moment in their rhythm, their beat. I feel it changing me. I feel my soul being sung back to oneness. Remember..remember…remember.
Nothing to do, allow. Breathe it in. Relax. Enjoy.
And when it’s done, they’re off.
With one last swooping circle, they’re gone.
An echo in the distance.
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