The Whistling

Thursday April 1, 2004

This evening, as my friend Pat and I sat in my living room watching the Verrazano Bridge, we physically heard whistling in the room. The last time I heard whistling was two weeks before 9/11. Since that event reality seems to have changed in ways that do not feel positive. We will hear more about deaths,

My friend Joanne's sister died of a brain tumor last Saturday. Her ashes were buried at sea .... under the bridge.

Another friend, George, woke up hearing whistling in his bedroom. There were no birds outside his Manhattan apartment. He laughed when he read this blog.

All is created by harmonic tones and light.

Creation ....Destruction of the Tree...Rebirth... Resurrection of the Phoenix.



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