Wow! Before dawn I woke up in mid-dream...wondering why a loud anachronistic circle of ancient Stoics, Skeptics, and Cynics had been shouting at me back in a mix of lifetimes during the Golden Age of Greece. What do these philosophical ancestors of mine want this go round?
Even weirder, I was remembering, a pale speckled parrot-like bird with a stoical expression had been perched on top of a severely pruned tree at the center of the circle the whole while, talking stories with happy endings, all but drowning out anyone else. This strange but wise and old bird often barked and head-tilted side to side to punctuate the performance.
"All religion is for the birds!" is the only - unusually pedestrian - message my brain kept chirping as I searched for deeper meanings and profounder interpretations. This sketchy dream scene is all I recall but I suppose more will come back to me later.
Or, maybe not. Other messages might have arisen from my inner well of knowing and been delivered though symbolic packaging while I was being distracted.
Or maybe my new bird buddy will reappear and tell more. Or 'all of the above' might happen, bit by bit, and I will accept it - no matter what - as part of the wondrous fun of life.
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