Snapshots May 26: karma of the baby bird

I stepped out my front door this morning to see a naked baby bird on my doorstep. One of my neighbors was trying to rescue it, and I asked her to tell me later whether the bird was saved. I gave her my phone number.

I saw myself in that bird, with all my terrible vulnerability breathing hard at the hot sun with flies buzzing around like vultures. I looked at the neighbor and said: It's scary. My voice trembled when I spoke. She looked at me like I might be a little bit simple-minded, but really that's just what it looks like when you feel the All in a single moment within the holographic universe.

The author in 2026.

She thought I was feeling too much, but I know that I wasn't feeling nearly enough.

Then walking to the cafe for my usual journaling session, I saw a bearded man scribbling in a small, yellow notebook. He was clearly hearing voices and he said his name was Alan. Alan offered me a chance to flip through his notes which consisted of pages and pages of numbers. He began explaining the mathematics of his system, in which there are a total of 4 angels and demons in this world, and they are divided by masculine and feminine.

I sat down in the cafe with a lavender coffee drink, and the Pink Floyd tune Wish You Were Here came on the stereo system, but it was an acoustic folk cover.

I filled my journal with notes about the eternal interplay between the masculine and feminine forces that dance together between logic and intuition, cold rationality and hot wisdom, destruction and creation. And of course, I knew that Alan was onto something big and real.

I walked to the store and bought some chocolate and a terpene water.

As I closed in on the last blocks before home, I saw a man standing with a sign that said 'Stop the violence.' I stopped to ask him what particular violence he was talking about, and he spent about ten minutes explaining how he had been a decades-long target of a government conspiracy to destroy his sanity, credibility, and his body with the use of an illegal acoustic weapon that sends invisible energy through the air. He explained that he was trying to expose a coverup about medical negligence. Then he said: I'm not crazy.

I replied: Oh no, I don't think you're crazy. I've seen some heinous shit in my life, so nothing surprises me anymore.

Of course I have no way of knowing whether the story had any truth to it at all, but what I did know was that I should respect all the potential karma of the moment, listen to his story, and reassure him that sometimes, people can be warm, though the world may seem like some kind of inescapable psychedelic nightmare on the best of days.

He gave me his name as Jonah, and I smiled and said: I'm Nyle, nice to meet you. Then I walked away to check that the baby bird had been rescued from my doorstep.

And of course, she had.

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