Great Blue Heron, Descendant of Dinosaurs, landed in the Wilds of Green Lake, a park in northern Seattle, Washington State, Cascadia, one day in May.
The large, elegant bird stood as still as a Buddha, except this Buddha was a predator. All action froze as matter flowed thru time except for those ripples in the lake and around us in the air. In the still point left unturned, my mind awakened from the erotic distractions of being with a new lover those early months of 2015, already a bygone year bereft of present moments. This great blue heron, however, this Descendant of Dinosaurs and as regal as an Avian monarch, brought everything into a focus as sharp as the spike of its beak.
This particular Thursday was one of those perfect Seattle spring days when the combination of greenery, flowers, sunshine, views of water and faraway mountains, and delightful temperatures made my walk thru the park feel as if I was strolling thru the Heavens of the Celtic Summerlands. The day was the 7th of May 2015, and I walked briskly thru Green Lake Park in the center of North Seattle. I was on my way somewhere, and my mind was all a la-la-la with a new girlfriend I was dating at the time.
Our relationship didn’t last a week past the Summer Solstice, but it was as sweet as the sky on a perfect day while it lasted. Something didn’t quite feel right, however, there were a couple of red flags up I was in denial about. There was nothing serious. There certainly wasn’t anything negative, but more of a gnawing realization certain lifestyle choices regarding the different directions as to how we choose to spend our time off and where we went to renew ourselves spiritually were quietly at odds. My mind was focused on this fascinating and quirky new lover when I rounded the corner and saw the bird.
The great blue heron perched a still as a Buddha deep in meditation. This animal, however, and that is what it is, really, a wild animal, may have been resting. It was also hunting and scanned the water for signs of fish. The masses of Homo sapiens surging around the lake didn’t seem to disturb the bird’s repose at all. I stopped, feeling both awe and the recognition of a primal connection with nature. The bird knew I was close by and moving around with my camera. Nothing seemed to perturb it’s wild, avian mindfulness.
Months later I listened to a series of intriguing and fantastic interviews conducted by David Wilcock of Corey Goode, a whistleblower from the Secret Space Programs addressing controversial and mindboggling allegations regarding the complexities of ETs, UFOs, advanced technologies, and various exopolitical challenges. One of the primary groups involved were an advanced ET species called the Blue Avians. As soon as I discovered this, I had a sudden flashback to this magnificent bird of Green Lake.
Here down in Planet Earth, however, where we dwell at the bottom of a worldwide ocean of gas, all birds, as far as we know, are the direct descendants of dinosaurs. In some ways one can say today’s avians are still dinosaurs. Thus the dinosaurs never died out. They lived on and countless species continued to evolve in the wake of the gigantic asteroidal doomsday.
I’ve observed great blue herons, Ardea herodias, off and on for decades. People anywhere and everywhere stopped whenever they saw one. These grayish-blue carnivores, titans today dwarfed by ancestors of yester-aeons, ruled the air across the waters. After shooting a train of fotos, I bowed gently to this fierce, silent creature and turned to hurry off upon the remainder of my errands.
William Dudley Bass
Wednesday – Friday 27 – 29 September 2017
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