Spiritual Multiperspective Experience

1^st perspective

One day I was sitting outside my office, during my lunch break and suddenly a pigeon landed near me. He started picking some breadcrumbs that were falling on the pavement near me. I was eating a sandwich and I was producing some breadcrumbs as he started to get nearer and nearer. At first I got a little bothered by his presence. I remembered when I was a child my parents always told me that pigeons are very dirty and that they are no more than rats with wings and I shouldn’t encourage them by actively trying to feed them as they got through the rubbish and carry diseases. I assumed he was a male as his neck appeared to be a bit swollen and his wings were fat and rough (not that I actually I am an expert on pigeons). The more I looked at him, the more I got curious about the expression in his eyes. For some reason I have always believed that all pigeons look exactly the same to each other. I never imagined that they could have traits so clearly defined and so totally distinctive just like human beings. This one had a neck of the loveliest bluish and greenish shade and his eyes and face were surrounded by a spiritual like bright purple.

I was almost mesmerized at some point I even thought he stopped his food picking to look at me thinking something on the line: “What a weirdo looking at me like that!”  Then something strange happened, the pigeon moved towards a little pool of water and started drinking some of it. I felt overwhelmed with compassion, I don’t know exactly what triggered this feeling in me but, I felt like I wanted to protect him and make sure he had enough to drink, maybe it was the humble way he moved his little body towards the source of all life. At the same time I felt ashamed of my inherited and unfounded prejudices against this species and found myself in admiration of his unpretentious beauty.

2^nd perspective

I took in a few long deep breath, closed my eyes for few minutes and I imagined being that pigeon. I was looking the world through his eyes and hearing through his ears. I felt the warmth of his tick feathers protecting my being. My visual perception now was very low, everything was oversized. I noticed that I missed many common and granted details around me, but at the same time many others that escaped me before were filling my senses. A ladybird bright coat, tiny cracks in the pavements filled with unidentified debris, unfamiliar higher pitch noises. The concrete wall in front of me seemed like a Mexican squared pyramids. Then there was this strange giant there producing some of my daily provisions. It sure has some odd shape, strange long fur and bizarrely bare wings. Is it hostile or friendly? I am not sure yet, but it’s not brushing me away like other similar have done. It lets me feed in peace. Its eyes are so curious, they both seem staring in the same direction, but I think it’s looking at me and still it has not brushed me away. How uncharacteristic of this species. I need some water now; oh here there is a little pond, but only few dribbles in it. I need more than that to keep me going today. Oops, what is going on now, the giant is carrying a tube that makes my little pond swell up with more cooler and tastier water.

3^rd perspective

Now I am closing my eyes again and taking another deep breath. I am looking from slight above at a small distance enough to incorporate the immediate background. There are these two beings there sharing a portion of space. A woman is sitting on a concrete step seemingly having her lunch with a pigeon who is hanging around with the hope to partake to that meal. Although they couldn’t be more dissimilar from each other, they appear to be in harmony with the rest of the environment. A big building is behind them and more people are pouring out of it, but for some reason these two beings seem to be frozen in time. They are sharing more than the physical space. The woman is purposely dropping some breadcrumbs on the floor. I think she is enjoying feeding the bird, she looks content. The pigeon also seems pretty relaxed considering that lots of people are passing by it. Then suddenly the woman takes a long sip from her water bottle and begins pouring the rest down on the floor for no apparent reason to the passers by, but I believe that the pigeon isn’t scared, on the contrary – amazingly – he moves closer towards the puddle as if he had just asked for more fresh water. I can also see other people looking at that scene and I imagine they must assume that she is a bit mad or sad.