𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒚

I’m not sure why you don’t seem to be frightened by my presence. You sit calmly watching me, nothing else. You are not like the other birds that seem to mimic people in my life lately who cross to the other side now, when I approach.

What do you wish to tell me? Are you here because of the encounter yestereve- a faceoff with my guardian who appears from time to time when I stare into the night. I attempted again to love the evil within . I wasn’t afraid this time but soon found myself back in wakefulness for I still dubbed thee unforgiven.

 

I can’t stop tearing up. This crisis is no doubt real. Do you know what it’s like, Mr. Bird, to not be able to escape your own body, unable to take flight because the only flight that a mere man can take belongs to his thought life, not to the heaviness of the physical body he must carry. The feathers that cover and tarry you upon the skies mock me as if I wasn’t privy to the secret in your feathers is also a secret in me, that allows me to join you in a spiritual flight in the astral realm. Thoughts, mind you, that have been heightened by the free flowing spirit that blows wherever it pleases and not those that jab and stick me, the thought corpses – fear’s entry point.

They told me that man judges by appearances and that god sees through all this. Well, I’m trying to follow suit, desperately in some cases – for I know now that those that prick me are not just effects of a fallen world, but they are, in part, very real extensions of myself. It seems now that the work that remains, in a sense, has been here all along, and the realization, through fleeting experiences, that certain detours and characteristics of this journey have been mapped out long before I ever took on this body before you eats at me like the worm that will not die.

 

As we meet here catching each other’s eyes, I try to extinguish from my perception all traces of your physical anatomy. If I could somehow execute this with more finesse, I believe I most certainly would encounter the hidden forces in what has given you that coat of feathers. And as I look into you, I intuit that you don’t have any trouble in witnessing similar occult impulses that, through my evolution, have caused an inner movement, one hidden to physical perception, which has birthed an ability for the brain to bring forth thinking. Don’t you see, Mr Bird, our thoughts flow out like ships as swift as you are on the wing. My thoughts come forth from the brain in the same way as those feathers come forth from your soul.

 

Just a boy and the Heron peering at each other through the mist.

What are you like in the higher worlds that of the etheric and astral?.

Are you larger up there, would you tower over me like the Nephilim of Niflheim- the men of renown in the book of origins?

 

For I know that just as it was then, so many millions and millions of years ago that one’s depravity through unredeemed lower impulses would show itself in gigantic proportion, and that this would also manifest again in a new form—becoming a revelator even more so in some future epoch of the true condition of one’s inner life. Mr. Bird, you stole my breath as I beheld a future for one that can’t overcome the sensuality that drapes around one’s perception – not only from cultures rather depraved images or one’s own willful descent into carnality but also in the education one has received in this epoch that for centuries has desired to sever man’s receptivity to the spirit.

 

But as I turned to leave I noticed that your head was pointed towards the rising sun and surely there was not to be found any audible tones but rather something akin to a still, small voice that hasn’t been bled by dogmatic religiosity was projected, – a new thought entered my soul and whispered something to the effect of…

The sensuality of this world has nothing for you but destruction- turn now that you may be healed. Not in deed alone my son for you are aware of the mystery of thinking- you have noticed the Lord stressing so much value to not only outward deed, its physical material expression, or the result of this or that ambition, not an external sacrifice but more so to internal acts like mercy, for our lord elevates and honors the cultivation of man’s inner faculties. You know that there is spiritual activity in one’s thought life. A true spiritual act of freedom is possible in your cognition, a living key to immortality in its actuality.

 

My son, you are beginning to get a taste of the higher worlds as Its majesty slowly comes to conscious awareness. You know that the astral out yonder also lies within and there you find the source of your pain, brought to consciousness by an astral body- a soul- that was gifted such immense power before it was time. This part of your soul, in a sense, allowed a new force to permeate it, and the resulting condition of the astral body bore its mark in what popular science calls the qualities of heredity. This is the origin of what has become known as original sin. The actual cause of your descent into the material world is an inheritance imposed from without . For David says he was surely conceived in sin as he knew that humanity had been implanted with this astral body in which was embedded that stream of growing into individuality, into further and further freedom of bringing the outer world within. This was the catalyst that entered man’s seat of consciousness through that tempter that awakened man’s inner light, granting him the ability to find and encapsulate truth as a free moral being. Hence you are born into a soul that finds no escape of error in accessing truth in the domains of life.

 

This sin, this missing the mark in redeeming evil that cleaves so closely, hiding at every turn, is in part from that old inheritance. However you know that this infection has been healed and that you have been bought with a price that brings with it very concrete effects or rather causes you now face. Don’t fall prey to the condemnation that joins in the handling of the day’s choices, for they must be decorated with trials, tribulations, and various persecutions,in order for you to be made well.

 

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔—𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 ‘𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏’ 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔, ‘𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍.’ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔, ‘𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌…’ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.”

 

I know it seems as if late you find no motivation, no compelling urge to go here nor there. Sit still and know that the Lord is within and allow him to gently prune off the soul’s obsession to those appearances you so strongly are entangled within when your faculty of judgment falls short of its purposeful power and then my son, the eyes, of spirit shall open.

 

Do not think narrowly within your doctrines of grace behaving like you are saved for some distant moment but rather consciously feel it is for this very one. Perchance it’s a fact that opportunities abound each day—an invisible wisdom weaving these works toward fulfillment, securing plans devised long, long ago that will also live on in future worlds. For in the mystery of the resurrection there is a spiritual body woven by the thoughts, feelings and intentions of today. The wages of sin is spiritual death, yes, but the gift of God is the redemption of your soul and spirit which in time will redeem knowledge, for then humanity will bear a quite different inheritance from that seed planted on Golgotha. You will then be imbued with a cosmic memory– not that older clairvoyance, or a slipping into the physical body’s sensations, a false mysticism, you are learning to discern but one that enters an objective world of soul and spirit that is able to leap from age to age -synthesizing the riddles of your individuality and others by escaping lower memory that only knows of the earthly side of eternal life – Immortality – the actuality behind the philosopher’s stone and the one Christ gives his legitimate children.

 

Devote yourself to never lose sight of the depth and breadth of this sacrifice from those lofty spiritual planes that will bring to reality a new body that bears a novel cognition, not one based in physicality but one that cognizes continually in spirit in the heavens themselves as the apostle so courageously learned to do.

I am back now and can’t seem to shake the notion that there was more to you than meets the eye.

 

“Who were you, Mr Bird?”

 

Music: “Blue Heron” — Sarah Jarosz

From Blue Heron Suite (2021)

© & ℗ 2021 Sarah Jarosz, under exclusive license to Rounder Records. Distributed by Concord.

Video: Sarah Jarosz – Blue Heron (Lyric Video) from Blue Heron Suite

Music: “About Mr. Brown” — O.A.R. – From The Wanderer (1997)

—Michael (often refered to) was one of O.A.R.’s very first fans from their early days playing basement shows in Rockville, Maryland. “About Mr. Brown” was his absolute favorite song. After Michael tragically passed away at a young age, the band began dedicating the track to him every time they played it live as a tribute to his memory.