Black Wings Above
The unmistakable screech from our black feathered kin, bonded forever in spirit as allies to the mother of this land.
Flying high above in solitary might as the harbinger of change to a region in need, so the living can hear the call to take a new stand.
Though rare it is to see the flight of these majestic birds in the cityscapes, casting their shadows over our disconnected ways of being.
Even more infrequent is witnessing them flying in a large flock as an omen of the disintegration soon to come, which will leave many of us screaming.
Though these auspicious wonders of nature do not wish us any harm, instead they are calling us to remember who we really are.
Their sound radiates across our Great Southern Land, awakening those already connected, to now rise in the changing winds and be our own shining star.
They carry the weight of our ancestors against the thrust of their wide-reaching wings. Enduring our collective suffering as we descended further into the dark.
Many will not bear witness to their noble flight, transcending dimensions, as most of us have lost our senses beyond the veil. We can no longer reignite our eternal spark.
A light is within us so bright, ready to slowly ascend, to join the Black Cockatoos magnificent voyage into a new dawn where we are all free.
Yet not all of us can venture so far into the uncharted realms, preferring the comfort of the familiar and the limits of what our eyes can physically see.
We have the free will to decide which path we take, as the great call of the Divine sends immense energies to begin the activation of our soulful essence with the radiance of Love.
As the vibration from the spirit bird’s squawk helps stabilise the shock waves of an old dying paradigm, you’ll soon discern if you are ready to be a part of the liberation to come and soar above.
~ Written By Justin Bose © ~
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