THE BIRD AND THE BOX

Once upon a time there was beautiful bird – his feathers shimmering in the sunlight in a fluorescent and mother-of-pearl glow. He came from the realms where there is eternal light and a lightness of being.

One day he decided to enter the realms of planet earth and went on his journey through the universe. He was full of excitement about this adventure. At the same time he knew that this would be a time of meeting many old, old friends to embark on a new era of exploration and experimentation.

He also was aware that entering the realms of planet earth would mean an adjustment to different levels of light, energy and gravity. He knew that he would join a long line of generations, re-living all range of emotions that human beings are capable of. His wish was to bridge the worlds, to make a connection from the place he came from, to planet earth and its inhabitants.

So he flew towards the blue planet, and the closer he came he marveled at its incredible beauty, surrounded it a few times whilst singing a song that spoke of gratitude, joy and Love.

The moment he permeated the ozone layer of earth, an incredible heaviness and fogginess came over the bird – an intense force pulled him towards the ground and he needed all his strength to not crash immediately. At first he could not comprehend how this could have happened. He flapped with his wings trying to gain height again,  but the more he tried the more he lost strength and with this further altitude. For a long time he felt trapped, helpless, and a big sadness came over him. He missed the freedom to soar high in the sky to fly in the sunlight that so reminded him of the place he came from.

After a long time the panic and emotional waves became less, the bird’s depression shifted into a wish to know more about this heaviness that pulled him down. In this moment he looked down and noticed that there was something attached to his legs. It was a piece of string with a box dangling at the other end. It dawned on him that this box, hanging in the air, was the source of his heaviness as it was continuously pulling on his leg.

He then had the insight that it might help to lower his altitude even more and to come closer to the ground of planet earth. He did so and at some point noticed that the box touched the soil. In this instant the pull on his leg was gone. He took a deep breath, relieved that he now didn’t have to try so hard any more to stay up in the air. With the box on the ground he could at least move effortlessly back and forth or in circles as far as the string was allowing him to. Compared to his struggle before, this seemed a pleasurable solution and he was content with this configuration for a quite a while.

Yet, whenever the sun arose and went up, higher and higher in the sky, he felt his longing to join the sun’s movement. For him the sun was the light and the box down on the ground was the darkness. His inclination was to face the sun, his beloved light, and at the same time the tug of the string, whenever he went a bit too far up, reminded him of the attached box.

Tired of this struggle, he finally decided, not without reluctance, to descend even further and to land on the box to have a closer look. He had a sense that getting in touch with the box could give him possible insights as to how it came to this whole situation.

The moment he got in touch with the box something interesting happened, the surface of the object ever so slightly shifted from being hard and edgy into something more soft. When he looked closer, he realized that the surface resembled a woven texture from which the string arose which was attached to his leg. In this process of inspection he felt a growing connection to this box, strangely it seemed to him as if this entity was actually part of himself. What a revelation!

Now, what to do with this new insight, he wondered. He got more and more curious and that sense of adventure, which compelled him in the first place to undertake this journey to planet earth, seemed to return to him. With this arising energy in him, he decided to take off again. Yet, this time he started very gently and carefully, always with the attached box in his awareness. With this approach he wanted to avoid the experience of another confrontation with the hard pull down when the string has reached its limit of expansion.

So he ascended gradually, gaining height, step by step, and to his surprise he noticed that the feared pull down or stop of his movement didn’t happen. Instead he felt a little tug at some point which then lost force and instead he realized that he could fly even a bit higher until there was another slight tugging, only to disappear again and giving space for more ascension.

This was interesting – the bird looked down to get a sense what was happening with his attached box. He was amazed to see the scenario that presented itself. It appeared that the box more and more lost its edgy shape, it looked like the string was getting longer and longer through an unraveling or undoing of the box-structure. With each tug another layer of string was freeing itself from the woven texture and the bird could soar higher.

By now the bird was very, very high up in the sky. He then became aware that the box had come undone completely and there was only the string, following the bird wherever he went, like soft tail or a flag, dancing in the wind.

And at this point the bird decided to venture out into the universe again. He flew through the ozone layer and to his joy the string still remained attached to his leg. He would have been sad to let go of the string, also because it now became clear to the bird that everything that confronted him with the heaviness upon entering earth, the box and the string, was nothing else but his own parcel of human history with all its experiences on earth, all its emotions, its pain and its joy that he had planned to find and to unpack.

He only had forgotten the moment he went through the ozone layers of this beautiful blue planet.

It was also in this moment that he remembered his initial wish to build a bridge between the place he came from and planet earth. So there he was, with his nearly endless string; and the further he flew into the universe towards his ‘home’, the place of eternal light, the string was winding like a rainbow-coloured, silver and golden line through space and at the same time swirling through the sky of planet earth, meandering along the ground and from time to time winding around beings, touching hearts and weaving more and more souls into a net that was birthing a new, breathing structure in the realm of all life.

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