I step out of my cabin and head towards the field. The trail is yellow golden brown and is filled with scattered blue and green pebbles. I head down the trail and come upon many inquisitive things. I see a family of grasshoppers sunbathing on a boulder. I see cabins that look exactly like mine. I hear the laughter of various families spending time together at the dinner table. I head deeper into the field and things seem to have a bit of a change. The trees get taller. The leaves start disappearing. The animals slowly drift away. In addition, the voices of others start to fade until there is noting left but the sound of my footsteps. As the field begin to become cold and discreet, I gaze up too a tall thin tree and I spot a chubby little blue bird sitting on a branch. The branch is thin, brittle and makes a cracking noise after every movement the bird makes. As it sits on that small branch, the bird stares down at me. The bird is at a complete stand still. The bird does not make any kind of movement, noise, nor does it change the direction of its eyes. The birds focus and concentration draw me in. The deep look upon the both, the bird and myself is so unique and beautiful. I Begin to feel the bird’s emotions. I feel that the bird is sending me a signal a spiritual signal of some sort. Just like that, the bird flies passed me spinning and twirling in the air. Still in disbelief, I gaze at the bird in aw. It heads toward what seems to be an edge of a mountain. I feel a pull in my legs, my heart begins to pond and I start to run after the bird. The trees are racing past me. What I was surrounded by before seems to disintegrate. The edge seems to be getting closer and closer.
Just before, I fall of the edge of the mountain a stop, as the bird dances with the clouds. I look down over the edge and there is nothing. It looks like a black hole with no ending. I look directly across and I see another mountain. Purple, red, yellow orange and green fill the sky and background behind the second mountain. Small misty clouds are now surrounding me. I see the bird again; it is now sitting on top of the mountain staring straight at me as it was on the tree. I once again put all of my concentration on the bird and stare directly into its eyes. The bird then says to me “come.” I stand there shocked and say nothing back. Again, the bird says, “come” “Come Now”. This time I yell back “I I can’t”. The bird slightly tilts its head and responds, “Yes you can. Just feel it. Just start running.” I take my eyes off the bird and seek a route to the mountain but I see nothing. The mountain seems to now be floating in thin air. I yell to the bird who is still in the same position “I can’t get to you the track is gone I can’t!” The bird quietly and calmly says, “Close your eyes, believe you can, let go just let go.” I do as I am told and I insistently being to float. I open my eyes and see two small birds are holding me. These birds are as little as can be. They take me to the mountain a set me down next to the little blue bird. The bird then says, “Look into the volcano.” “Volcano?” I ask Then as I look down the once to be thought mountain transforms itself into a volcano. I look down see my once adored family, my cabin, my pets, all my riches and wealth being swirled around until there’s nothing but a baby picture of me left. I asked, “What happened to all my things? What is going on?” The bird then says, “Those item were never yours that family wasn’t what you wanted it to be, and that money will never be your escape.” I believe the little bird that sat on that brittle branch was a gift sent to me. A gift greatly appreciated. It thought me that I was living a lie and that I was covering up the pain with my riches. The bird said, “This is your time, take it, recreate yourself, be the you really want to be.” and just like that my baby picture was next to me and my past had vanished.
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