03/02/2024
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Golden Bird - a friend request
The golden bird
Yes, this is a lovely story,
beyond that of two doves - pigeons:
I once met a lady friend,
she was pleased to share this lovely story.
she had heard while she visited India,
the greater Himalayan region,
Mer the foothills of the higher Himalayas,
which by some historical and geographical facts held that a beautiful lake called Nainital
a Lake with the name Nainital, which translated into English has the meaning of eye of the Goddess!
So, there she referred to me she met a wise keeper of truth an elder man,
aware and conscious about his reincarnation throughout time,
and humble referends in his healing work for those poor and needy once that came.
to listen
and to be inspired in their own way of life
to the utmost humble understanding of the living God....and then
the lady friend started with that story.
she had heard.
through the vocal cords and transported by the breath
of this Master into her life
and attention and final understanding
of this lovely story about the golden bird.....
He asked his disciples if they ever had heard about that golden bird...
everyone in an astonished mood,
was moving their heads in a no gesture....
then he said the following to all those who were listening.....
Sometimes in quite remote moments in our lives,
we are pleased to hear the golden bird.....everyone
was alert to his story at that moment in time.....
so, it is this auspiciousness early in the morning.
about -around- the moment of dawn,
or first sunray
radiate above the horizon with
its first ray.... that while we are asleep,
... this golden bird starts singing.
and we get notice of its beautiful song......
But we are still incarnating.
through the night into our bodies,
not yet
aware of,
but already heard this beautiful song of
this bird, residing.
and we feel.
without body just in
that aware listening
of this song of that golden bird.....
and only a fractal time later,
We
become aware.
as we had been at one with this bird,
in one space or room-like set.
that we are finding ourselves
back into our body, lying still.
in our bed,
but fully awakened.
and then only after another fractal of time
we realize that we are.
in a room, house, or tent,
separated by walls of brick or
stone
or wood,
from that sound
which had reached us?
in such a pure state of awareness ...
and we have a sense of
ONEness
of feeling truly touched
by something
just long before words,
with a full sense of awakened and a life
..this was the Master.
was sharing with that lady friend of mine,
and the story had an even more strong impact on me,
as that lady friend of mine said,
that she felt so much comforted by this lovely and life-related,
at the edge of the transcendental sphere,
that somehow, we could sense this deep wish.
and longing within herself
if
she would be blessed one day with such a lovely experience.
of being awakened in her body
in the early morning hour
before or at the edge of dawn,
and also, being moved by the question of this golden bird,
singing within eternity, -yet-
into this earthly sphere
really exists...
so I questioned her,
"My Dear, tell me...
what happened to you after this revelation?
of such a beautiful story by the Master?
And she was continuing her warm sphere.
of storytelling and fully turned into my direction
which was the warmest gesture of friendship?
at this moment in time.... yes,
she referred to it as if she were merging into a space
of her inner reference and experience,
Yes
My dear friend, a lady friend of mine....
One day it seemed to have covered a long
timeframe and period I woke up
in a morning by the so lovely song
of a bird, not even at all anything else,
but that beautiful sound truly awakens.
without any other sense...
I felt that morning pleasure,
truly I felt astonished,
to be wakened up and
having that sense of being in one room,
one space with this bird,
only then my other senses descended into my body.
and I was really.
into that landing awareness
within my physical body, and only then
realized clear like
mountain creek water, that I was.
lying in my bed, and the bird still
was sharing with a pause but
kept on singing in
It's its own moderate way...
and after sensing my body, I felt my bed.
and the awareness of my sleeping room...
but there kept on going this is more than clear
and alerted sound of this bird,
and truly it was singing, and my being gave me the reference.
of a further meditation on the Golden Planet,
we are said all to be part of -at One- ...so my Dear new friend,
I can share with you, that I felt so deeply pleased
to have met a woman, with such great reference
of the living and lived experience with that tip of the voice of that bird, like toes......
Shanti Suan Pfeiffer Short stories 14.3.2016 To all my friends and relations....!
