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The great Thunderbird
The great Thunderbird appeared to me in a corn field when I was 11, it came up from behind accompanied by a strong wind. Its wing span was the size of a airplane, crows followed behind flying around its tail.
Its head was turned toward the left looking back at me with a fierce and noble eye.
It then cawed like a crow. Its beak resembled a stellar sea eagles, and had a crest red feathers on the top of its head. The over all color was dark steel gray with an under belly of alternating black and white feathers.
It flew north in a ultraslow wing pulses that kept me spellbound until it was just a thin line on the horizon.
At the time I had no knowledge of the Thunderbird. My parents explained "I had suffered a hallucination".
Years later I visited a park in the next county to see the petroglyphs.
There carved into the stone was what I had seen 22 years earlier, complete with the crows trailing behind.
Here is a poem I later wrote on the experience.
At work in the field, I felt the wave from behind, and then the shadow.
The magnificent bird filled the sky.
Its fierce nobility hit like a thunder bolt,
a forgotten truth stirred within my memory.
We are merely children, newly born, under the watchful eye of earthly kings.
Then the voice called down to me, out of the heart of the woodpecker, in the tongue of the crow, from the beak of an eagle.
Caw ! Caw !
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I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself by now and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered. - Sir Isaac Newton
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