A Bird Story

Descending one thousand feet per second the jocund bird dove into the metallic pond with its beak penetrating the water like a knife, piercing the bouyant surface. As it went underneath the liquid layer, the bird was revealed a new and frightening vision of what laid beneath for it saw all of its past kind deceased or bleeding from fresh wounds, some twitching in lingering agony till it finally died. The sight was a terror to behold for certain and the wide-eyed bird began screaming to go home. Suddenly a voice from beyond shadows that the bird could not see spoke, 'You are home frigthened one. But why are you afraid? This is purely reality revealed, all realities at once to be exact. You just happen to be concentrated on the death aspect, you are not allowing yourself to look through to the rest.' The shocked bird, practically about to faint from disbelief, shrugged depressingly and mumbled, barely audible, 'Who are you? What do you mean?' The voice from beyond the shadows showed its appearance, coming from beyond a jutting tree stump and said, 'Who I am matters not. I am merely here to help you. You should not fear me. What I meant by what I said was exactly what I meant to say by what I said. Perhaps if I turned out the lights for you, then you could see more clearly what is really here instead of only what appears before you.' So the voice, which had no appearance other than a shifting aura that could only be partially seen when in front of physical things, turned out the lights. Suddenly the bird who before was ever so terrified by the paralyzing horrors which it saw, became exalted with feelings of kaleidoscopic harmony and bliss. Yet the dead birds surrounding it were still present and visible. What had been altered were the emancipations of swirling vibrations of heightened color and miraculous blossomings of vegetation, infinite in landscape. The illumined bird began weeping instanteously from joy.