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EXCERPTS  from  'The  Birds  Colony'

Visit of Big Chick Bird

 

During those happy early days of the Infirmary Project all Birds’ Colony birds were living in a small common nest called ‘Mosquito Nest’ due to being a breeding place to millions of those friendly insects. Conditions were ideal for ducks and obviously mosquitoes. Only the nest of the General – De Peacock attached to it was dry, other nests were swimming in rainwater as the roof was waiting to be repaired.

Each Sunday White Eagle's Brother – Bird Morning Rash - brought lunch to the birds living there. It was a real fiesta and all waited for it anxiously. One time he also brought his son – Restless Chick. This time the Bird, Big Chick, was on a visit to the Infirmary Project. He, despite being a personal attendant of Condor –    Big Cock was still innocent in contrary to all others, and had a good sense of humor. After lunch all were in a festive mood. Woodpecker was carrying Restless Chick on his shoulders pretending that he was not a bird but a stallion. Restless Chick got too excited and started to pull feathers from Woodpecker’s head. It was very painful! Woodpecker stopped and said in very stern voice:

“My dear chick, in no time you will get hurt! Under my feathers are very sharp horns. You will cut your fingers and bleed, maybe even to death!” Restless Chick stopped, terrified. Bird Big Chick looked at Woodpecker with amusement and admiration.

“Woodpecker! Do you R E A LY have horns? So cool! Can I touch them?” All the present birds busted out with uncontrollable laughter. Some, with small Goldfinch as a leader, were rolling on the floor and two even damaged their pegs. All were happy despite the fact that  Big Chick could not understand what was wrong with all the Project birds.

 

 

Last Ride of a Bird – Big Chick
 
The Bird – Big Chick was residing in the Birds Colony Headquarters, working as a personal attendant to the Bird – Big Cock. Being there he had a chance to gaze from time to time with love at one foreign Chick Bird, even sometimes tweet with her. She also found him as her darling.
The Bird – Big Chick loved to drive birds’ cars. One day he went to the Birds’ Infirmary, which was a close distance, only a hundred and eighty kilometers away. He asked two other birds to keep him company and chat - tweet all the time, as silence for birds is always unbearable.
I shall tell you now, Dear Readers, what was the result of these unending chirps! It was raining. The tar road was slippery; visibility only thirty meters. They were young, brave and thanks to Colony programming, had limited imaginations, so the Bird – Big Chick decided to pass, on a curve, a birds’ bus. From the opposite direction unexpectedly and ‘without his permission’ came a heavily loaded lorry. The crash was head on, powerful and deadly. It was like hitting a wall at a speed of at least seventy kilometers per hour. The Bird – Big Chick, who was at the steering wheel, was killed on the spot. The other two birds were badly injured. African Sea – Goose – Berry Bird’s lower beak hung down on a strip of his skin. His forehead was also split, but proved empty, as he was already a few years brainwashed in this holy community. He had a few operations but still could not produce clear chirps. Depression.
African Sea – Goose – Berry Bird decided to fly back to Africa and stay under the loving care of his birds’ family but… White Eagle ‘arrested’ his bird passport. He, seeing birds’ life, as an illusion called Birds’ Maya, could not afford to lose him – loved so much His chick - son and… a very hard worker. Sending him home in such a miserable state could also damage Birds’ Colony reputation and reduce the current generous donations.
When some - bird told Woodpecker that the Bird – Big Chick is no more on this Birds’ Planet he thought:
“Maybe he already met with the original energy of his first love, whose physical projection was still in the Birds’ Colony. Maybe he even met my spiritual representative and touched my real horns and from now on knows who I really am and that I really have horns!”

 

 

Condor’s Recording Studio.

 

When Infirmary was under construction one Condor called Bird Flu-Flu organized, in one of the unused sections, a recording studio. He made many videos on White Eagle Fantasia and foreign tours. Now he wanted to arrange all of them in presentable Birds Colony propaganda DVD’s. To take care of the Studio cleaning, keys was given to renunciate Bird Como-Resh, a computer wizard and supposed expert. This opportunity came like a gift from Birds Heaven, providing an excellent place for his night rendezvous with one lady renunciate Bird P-ma. They were delighted as exercising rubbing pecks (probably being good ‘spiritual’ students actually much more) was urgently needed for their mutual spiritual benefit.

 

 

Time passed fast. One day Administrative Director – Bald Turkey called Woodpecker to his office and asked him to arrange a medical department of Birds Urology in the location occupied by Condor Bird Flu-Flu.  Woodpecker, without delay, approached Condor Flu-Flu and requested him politely to move his stuff somewhere else. The request was met with silence and, as a human ancient saying goes: ‘Silence means agreement.’ A day later Woodpecker notice that everything in Condor’s Studio was as it had been for many months – no action had been taken. So he again approached Condor Flu-Flu and requested, very firmly this time,  that he move his stuff somewhere else or next morning he would come with his team of A-Cheeta Birds’ Seva Kendra ‘soldiers’ and dump it all on a mat in front of Infirmary. Condor Flu-Flu exploded:

‘Do you know Woodpecker with whom you speak?’ He asked agitatedly. ‘This is me, a Condor, who is supposed to give you orders.’

‘Yes, I do. I am speaking with a fat bird dressed as a Condor.’ replied Woodpecker adding: ‘I am not joking! Move out now ‘Condor’ or I will move you out myself!!!’ Condor moved out because he realized there was no point in dealing with such stupid birds as Woodpecker.

 

 

A few months passed. Woodpecker visited Birds Colony Headquarters. Being very disciplined, he ventured into the restricted area for Condors only. First Condor he met was his favorite - Condor Flu-Flu. Woodpecker, always trying to find hidden truth, approached him and asked: ‘Can I ask Your Excellency a question? I am  having difficulty in understanding some simple things!’’ Condor Flu-Flu looked ‘friendly’’  toward stupid Woodpecker who, after a few years of ‘spiritual’ training under guidance of Guru Bird White Eagle, can’t understand that there is nothing to understand and quacked: റെല്ൽ! (Mal.: Para. - ‘Tell!’).

Woodpecker came closer; the way Japanese birds demonstrate friendliness, by entering the privacy zone of others and asked: ‘Dear Condor Flu-Flu. Do you know, in your greatness, why I, a bird, a bird spiritual seeker, a beginner below any countable level, joined Birds Colony? I wanted to learn Birds Spirituality! Please tell me NOW what kind of spiritual insight can I get by observing your actions and contemplating your attitudes? What can I learn from you, who are my senior in the Colony? Tell me NOW!’ Condor Flu-Flu face got as red as a turkey when angry and in no time he was gone, leaving the answer to Woodpecker to formulate. Woodpecker already knew from a few wise old birds that sometimes no answer is the best answer, but still was confused.

 

Excerpts from: 

'A Journey Toward The Light'

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GARDEN 

 

 

How sweet are the fragrances in Your Garden, Guru!  How joyful is its serenity.  How many of us already rest there?   Eden.  Is the Garden of Eden and Your Garden the same?  Those few who are sitting under the widely spreading boughs of the eternal, indestructible Peepul Tree, which grows on Earth but whose roots are in Heaven (mystical tree symbolizing that we are living on Earth but our real home is in another dimension), are crying intoxicated in illuminating Bliss – others are standing ready to serve, waiting for your call. 

 

O Grand Master Gardener!  You are incredible!! You are the best Gardener of the Universe.  Expecting us to come, You planted Those Trees at the beginning of time. Following Your wish they became the first Preceptors.  Now they are huge and give the shade of security and stimulating fruits of Knowledge, surcharged with Your spiritual power of The Only Truth.  How grateful we are for all Your gifts so abundantly offered to us with Your Divine Love.  Eating Your godly prasad we became Love Itself.  Eons have passed as we’ve crawled towards the Light, unhappy due to our erroneous understanding of our relationship with others and with the world.  Now through a mutual feeling we understand what Love-Light is.  Now we can better appreciate the depth of Your Silent Love, this, what Compassion is, in its absolute fullness.  So we too, through the Silence, try to say more than we are able to say using words.  We are whispering in Silence how dear You are to us and how we love You so very much.

 

The restless wind of the mind raises waves on the infinite ocean of Consciousness.  They assume shapes corresponding to respective desires and imaginations and….. then individuals are born.  They interact, play together for a while and subside, as turbulent waves do after a storm.  The minds and the intellects can function only when located in three-dimensional space and exposed to time.  But where is time in Your Garden, Guru?  In Eternity the causality does not exist.  Then, there is no need to brood more over the future, as it has no power over us! Here we live in the NOW! Are there also any distances?  For them to be a duality is needed, but in Your Garden there is only the all-pervading Oneness.  When the Presence of the Absolute is manifesting Itself distances and time can’t be measured.  Nothing is even happening; all simply is. It is here and now.  All has its being, its existence in You, Our Guru, who are for us God of Gods, all in all, road and vehicle, beginning and end, direction and final destination, hidden in the innermost enclaves of Your darling children’s hearts, their own majestic Self!

 

            What more can we say, Guru?  Let us be in Your Garden forever and ever.  Let us rest or work as You choose for us.  We are Free! Tornadoes possibly will pass; a few of us may get uprooted or dry up but we, we will stay to grow! We want nothing and nothing can harm us. Don’t You wish us to be as humble as ordinary grass is? Aren’t we the offspring of the eternal Peepul Tree? We are the seedlings of Your own selection!  Now we are small, but who can have a doubt, under Your care, nourished by the ambrosia of Your love we will become just Those Trees!  From us is made Your Garden, the place of no time, Garden of Eden….. 

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