Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I’m walking thru a house with a little white box in hand about 4X4X3 inches. I open the box and in it are very colorful feathers. They’re absolutely beautiful blues, magentas, purples, golds, greens. I’m standing near a bird cage and a long slender blue bird reaches out and starts attacking the contents of the box. That’s when I realize that the feathers are actually birds, but they’re nearly comatose. When the bird starts attacking them, they start stirring. I lean the box away from the attacking bird and I’m observing the birds in the box wondering what’s wrong with them when another bird from somewhere starts attacking them. It’s so strange.

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