Bird Stories

A long time ago, when I was living in Italy, one day I started dancing in the streets of Milano. I was feeling so happy I was literally running to the Unification Church center because I thought I had finally found what I was looking for.
 
One night, coming back home and feeling emotionally distressed and disturbed by what I was learning, and losing at that time my so called “boyfriend,” I threw my bag and coat on the sofa and headed to the kitchen. There were two birds in a cage there with the purpose of singing for me or on display for me to look at their beautiful colors. I sat by the kitchen table and started crying. That’s what I do if I do not know how to find my way.
 
Warm tears started falling from my eyes. I noticed when I started crying the birds started singing. I paused, and they paused too. Then I started crying again, then sobbing. The more I was sobbing the more the birds sang with joy and more loudly. How could this be?  I thought, I am in turmoil and those birds seems happy about my circumstances.
 
It was God’s plan back then, through the beautiful creation that God made, He gave me insight that all those dramas will pass, and that He had me on the road He wanted me to be on. The road where I would find my direction, and the true purpose of my life, my life mission and above all the man of my life, my true love for eternity. Love cannot be felt alone. We arrive at the kingdom in pairs.
Blossom-headed parakeets
Lately I have been working together with Dr. Tanabe a colleague of my husband, Dietrich. She also has birds in her kitchen. When talking meaningful things, or sharing some passages to include in a book, or a new idea, her birds would accompany our discussions with joyful singing. And when they sang louder than our voices, we were on the right track. We felt God’s touch every time this happened.
 
Rev. Moon, affectionally called True Father, shared this bird story in a message entitled “Where And How Do You Want To Live Your Life?” which he gave at Belvedere on June 9, 1996:

When Father was growing up he felt he had to conquer every aspect of creation. Once Father caught a mother bird and three baby birds together and kept them in his house. At that point Father didn’t realize that there was a father bird. All of a sudden the father bird appeared and began to cry in a sad voice. When this father bird looked at Father, he cried even more sadly because True Father was the destroyer of this bird’s family. Then Father released the birds, one by one. The sad tone of the father bird’s song lessened. Finally, when all three baby birds were released this father bird seemed content. But when the mother bird was released then the whole family of birds greeted Father and then flew away. How did Father know that they came and greeted him? Because they circled Father’s house and then flew away.

We can learn so much about life and love from birds. Birds are truly comforting to people’s heart.

Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel

Signs of the Times Bring Glad Tidings

Before the last neighbors’ house even took away the spooky Halloween decorations from their yard, people in my neighborhood started having Christmassy front yards. The day before Thanksgiving suddenly almost all the houses had been lit up with cheer and joy.
 
When the Christmas tree arrived in Rockefeller Center in New York City, the New Yorkers were shocked to discover in its branches, more surprised than themselves, a most adorable cute huggable owl, with her eyes wide open in amazement. This little owl could not comprehend how in the world she could make the trip from somewhere in the deep forest and arrive at Rockefeller Plaza, where she never went before. She was starving and seemed stunned to encounter the busy, anxious inhabitants of the Big Apple.
 
This was a sign. God the almighty sent a message to New Yorkers with the best ornament the Christmas Tree ever had. You see, the owl represents a beneficial, protective, wise bird. It protects humans at night, and brings good fortune, announcing change and new beginnings with higher understanding.
 
In the frosty December cold winter, this owl brought cheer, joy, and comfort to all of us.
In the meantime, the little owl, given the name “Rocky,” was fed, nurtured, and brought back to the forest.
Photograph: Ravensbeard Wildlife Center.

In my own backyard in the Mid-Hudson Valley, we see all kinds of animals. My neighbor Leanne is giving names to the visiting deer. One is Stella. There was also Haribou, the master with his big horns. In late October, drinking coffee with friends on my porch, suddenly a baby deer was chasing his mom, and right in front of our eyes, started nursing.

There is Blackie, the wild cat, who lives in the bushes and refuses to inhabit the cat house with a special blanket which generates heat. He likes it better in the wild over there in the bushes. But every day he comes to Leanne for food.
 
Last winter I also gave names to two huge visiting birds who came often, always as a pair. Halifax and Margot always chose the same tree when they visited me.
 
God made the creation at the beginning of time. He asked Adam, the first human being, to name each animal. We were supposed to be lord of creation and rule the world with love. But Adam and Eve fell. That is why God had to send Jesus the Messiah our savior. Jesus spoke about the marriage supper of the lamb which will happen at his return.
May we recognize the signs of the time.
 
Merry Christmas and cheers and blessings to you and your loved ones.
 
Elisabeth Seidel