A magical Bird, a wise being who's asleep to who she really is, is dreaming and hears the song of the Beautiful Sounds. She believes in her dream that this song dwells outside herself. But as she listens to the song, she is inspired to go on a transformational journey. Enjoy reading the first three chapters below!
Once there was a Mountain. In the heart of the Mountain there was a Cave. In the Cave there was a Bird dreaming. The Bird had long, luminous wings and sparkling, many- colored feathers. Her name was Fehula. Fehula lay on the floor of the Cave, listening in the dark to the silence.
One day as Fehula lay listening in the dark to the silence filling the Cave, she heard a Beautiful Sound. Then she heard another, and another, and another, till the Cave was filled with the Beautiful Sounds.
The Beautiful Sounds came so close the Bird could feel them breathing upon her. They warmed her. She could see their sparkling light. Softly they caressed her wings and told her,
Through your dreaming and your listening, you have called the Song of the Beautiful Sounds to you!
Fehula’s dream and deep desire was to sing the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, but she didn’t know how. She plucked one of the feathers from her breast to touch the Beautiful Song!
But as she reached with the feather the feather fell from her, and drifted into the shadows of the Cave. And the Beautiful Sounds drew back.
From that day on, though the Bird lay on the floor of the Cave dreaming and listening to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, falling more and more in love with it, she felt more and more separate from it, she felt more and more alone. There was a darkness now between the Bird and the Beautiful Song.
Fehula whispered to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, You are vast and I am small. You are warm and I am cold. You are light and I am dark. You are free and I am not. I am not beautiful like you. I cannot sing. But that is my dream. My deep desire. And my plea. What can I do? What can I do to be filled with the Beautiful Sounds? What can I do to sing the Beautiful Song?
The Song of the Beautiful Sounds was silent.
But one day, one of the Bird’s feathers fell from her and shone like white fire on the ground. It brightened the Cave and for the first time, Fehula opened her eyes. She saw an opening in the Cave, a door.
Fehula rose. She walked across the Cave and through the opening. She stepped onto a spiraling path and began following it upwards through the Mountain.
At the top of the Mountain the Bird stepped out under the Sky. Night embraced her and the Moon and Stars kissed her!
Fehula heard the Song of the Beautiful Sounds all around her. For the first time she opened her long, luminous wings and let her many-colored feathers be seen.
A little fire leapt inside her heart and she called out to the Beautiful Song, You are vast and I am small. You are warm and I am cold. You are light and I am dark. You are free and I am not. I am not beautiful like you. I cannot sing. But that is my dream. My deep desire. And my plea. What can I do? What can I do to be filled with the Beautiful Sounds? What can I do to sing the Beautiful Song?
Still holding onto the Earth Fehula spread her wings farther and farther over the Mountain, and she began to grow.
Fehula grew so high her wings lay spread upon the tops of trees. The bright, silvery flames of the Moon and Stars shone upon the leaves. She sat on the top of a tall tree among the shining leaves and her feathers trembled.
Fehula felt the Song of the Beautiful Sounds all around her. She was filled with love for the Beautiful Song. She was filled with love for what is, and forgot she couldn’t sing. . Just then a tiny, flying, incandescent Being whirred in front of the Bird, and Fehula looked into the warm eyes of another winged Being! For a moment Fehula didn’t feel alone on the Mountain.
And the tiny, flying, incandescent Being smiled into her eyes as if to say, And you thought you were alone?
It was then the Bird forgot to hold onto the Earth. The Bird let go. The Bird began to fly!
The Bird had never dreamed of flying. She had dreamed of singing, but never of flying! Fehula had used her wings to contract as she dreamt on the floor of the Cave. But now she used her wings to expand, to feel free, to feel powerful, to open!
Now Fehula was flying! She flew upwards through the night Sky. She felt herself becoming lighter and lighter. She heard only silence. She felt only Freedom. Silence and Freedom filled the Bird, and she flew! The Sky became brighter and brighter. A warm light sparkled all around her, and Fehula crossed into a Circle of Spinning Light …