Mozart Chronicles: You Fill Up My Senses, Pt. 1
Like a Night in a Rainforest
It wasn't long after Mozart came to live with us, and not long after we discovered his extraordinary paranormal powers, that he began to use them to broaden my sensual perceptions. For a while there I even began to wonder if he was indeed some special, powerful, supernatural being, an emissary from the natural world sent to demonstrate to humankind what powers were possessed by one of the most successful and long-lived (surely a measure of success) of nature's designs, tropical parrots.
After all, Mozart was born in perhaps the most dense area of biodiversity on Earth; the jungles of Indonesia. To survive there requires a good deal of intelligence and constant assimilation of information about one's environment.
And for this species of cockatoo, which can live 70 years or more, to reach a ripe old age meant one had accumulated much knowledge and wisdom indeed! And here he was, all these years later, sitting on top of a dog crate in my bedroom. Safe, sound, bored and feeling talkative. After fourteen years in captivity, he hadn't been much impressed by our species. I imagine I was the least impressive of all humans he had met to that point but I did have one redeeming quality in his opinion. I was totally in awe of him and he enjoyed this. Eventually though, I was to inadvertently win his awe and respect. So we entered into a deep relationship based on mutual respect and love. To a cockatoo there is nothing more important than love and I just happened to be a very intense person in this regard. I loved him as much as any human in my life and rushed home to see him every day and spend as much time as possible with him while we were both present together on this Earth.
I was in the habit of leaving him messages on our telephone answering machine which I strategically placed underneath his cage with the volume set on high. "Hi Motzie (pronounced 'moatsie')" I would croon to him during my lunchbreaks, "I love you! When I come home, we're going to watch Elvis Week ok? You're a good boy! You're my babushka!" So he became accustomed to hearing my messages during the day and 'bushka' became one of his many special nicknames.
Like the Mountains in Springtime...
One day while I sat at my desk at work thinking of a special message to leave Motzie that day, something unusual happened. My office was in the building of a company where many of the staff had been laid off and I was isolated from any other occupied office. It was quite some distance from my desk to any other occupied desk. But suddenly I heard a voice out in the hallway which sounded like a mad little boy saying "You got some people calling you!" I got up and ran to look out the hallway but there wasn't anyone to be seen at either end of the long hallway. I returned to my desk. I thought about it and got up and looked out the hallway again. Then the thought popped into my head that maybe what I had heard was Mozart projecting his voice to me all the way from home and telling me that I had a lot of messages on my answering machine!
I called my home phone number and dialed in the security code for the message machine. There were indeed five new messages! All of them had come during one hour which was also when Mozart liked to take his nap. I was stunned. What a powerful being he was! I marvelled for many days over his ability to transmit to me over such a distance. It was one of my first experiences with the power of clairaudience. I believe he used his natural powers to unlock a part of my brain that had been shut down since childhood and thus reawakened my ability to hear clairaudiently so I could hear him from over 75 miles away as if he was shouting from the mountaintops.
to be continued tomorrow...
It wasn't long after Mozart came to live with us, and not long after we discovered his extraordinary paranormal powers, that he began to use them to broaden my sensual perceptions. For a while there I even began to wonder if he was indeed some special, powerful, supernatural being, an emissary from the natural world sent to demonstrate to humankind what powers were possessed by one of the most successful and long-lived (surely a measure of success) of nature's designs, tropical parrots.
After all, Mozart was born in perhaps the most dense area of biodiversity on Earth; the jungles of Indonesia. To survive there requires a good deal of intelligence and constant assimilation of information about one's environment.
And for this species of cockatoo, which can live 70 years or more, to reach a ripe old age meant one had accumulated much knowledge and wisdom indeed! And here he was, all these years later, sitting on top of a dog crate in my bedroom. Safe, sound, bored and feeling talkative. After fourteen years in captivity, he hadn't been much impressed by our species. I imagine I was the least impressive of all humans he had met to that point but I did have one redeeming quality in his opinion. I was totally in awe of him and he enjoyed this. Eventually though, I was to inadvertently win his awe and respect. So we entered into a deep relationship based on mutual respect and love. To a cockatoo there is nothing more important than love and I just happened to be a very intense person in this regard. I loved him as much as any human in my life and rushed home to see him every day and spend as much time as possible with him while we were both present together on this Earth.
I was in the habit of leaving him messages on our telephone answering machine which I strategically placed underneath his cage with the volume set on high. "Hi Motzie (pronounced 'moatsie')" I would croon to him during my lunchbreaks, "I love you! When I come home, we're going to watch Elvis Week ok? You're a good boy! You're my babushka!" So he became accustomed to hearing my messages during the day and 'bushka' became one of his many special nicknames.
Like the Mountains in Springtime...
One day while I sat at my desk at work thinking of a special message to leave Motzie that day, something unusual happened. My office was in the building of a company where many of the staff had been laid off and I was isolated from any other occupied office. It was quite some distance from my desk to any other occupied desk. But suddenly I heard a voice out in the hallway which sounded like a mad little boy saying "You got some people calling you!" I got up and ran to look out the hallway but there wasn't anyone to be seen at either end of the long hallway. I returned to my desk. I thought about it and got up and looked out the hallway again. Then the thought popped into my head that maybe what I had heard was Mozart projecting his voice to me all the way from home and telling me that I had a lot of messages on my answering machine!
I called my home phone number and dialed in the security code for the message machine. There were indeed five new messages! All of them had come during one hour which was also when Mozart liked to take his nap. I was stunned. What a powerful being he was! I marvelled for many days over his ability to transmit to me over such a distance. It was one of my first experiences with the power of clairaudience. I believe he used his natural powers to unlock a part of my brain that had been shut down since childhood and thus reawakened my ability to hear clairaudiently so I could hear him from over 75 miles away as if he was shouting from the mountaintops.
to be continued tomorrow...
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