They approach me, circle and focus on a point, creating an arabesque. The frequency emitted by the beating of their wings is like a song. A frequential song that stretches and begins to take up all the space. It envelops me, caresses me and fills me. It seems to be a continuous current of tiny particles pouring out and diffusing a healing power. As if they were all united there for an occasion, for a great event. Then, they weave a subtle fabric that envelops everything and comes to meet me deep within me, Love me. It is as if my whole being begins to dance, begins to vibrate to the sound of these chords so fully played. I find myself becoming an integral part of the process, until I integrate it completely and then my transformation can begin. It seems like an experience I had not thought of. I simply found myself parachuted there, I thought. But my conscience had decided otherwise, and had done so for a long time. Everything seemed so well orchestrated, so well configured.Not a single small flaw in this open-air concert, this life-size concert that I was about to experience, that I was about to integrate beyond my own truth. I found myself fully part of the decor, the structure, the interior and the exterior, everything, nothing... Like something that one cannot describe, that one does not know how to describe, that one does not allow oneself. Like something even greater, so delicate and so captivating, that one can hardly open one's eyes again because one would so much like to stay there, to remain there a little longer, that time does not stop, that the experience lasts, lasts, lasts, again and again. And then, everything settles and calms down. I feel this connection so pure and without any artifice with these people with golden wings. I connect deep within myself to their unconditional love, and tears come to my eyes.
