Today, in the midst of the everyday noise of the city — voices, rushing steps, cars, rushing — a delicate birdsong began to make way through all that noise. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a subtle thread piercing through the chaos. I felt a presence, an announcement, a sign that touched the edge of something sacred.
I stayed still. I breathed in… and it came to pass:
my awareness began to expand within me like a sunrise unfolding within.
So, with that quiet clarity that only comes when the soul is still, Yeshua showed me a scene from His own childhood.
It was not a distant memory, but a living, intact, pulsating fragment… a mirror for this time.
Yeshua was seven years old when Mary took him to Per-Ankh, the House of Life, in Dendera.
There the wise men of Ancient Khem taught an ancient art: Heka-Shu, the Sacred Breath, the mystery of the breath that awakens the sleeping, a knowledge attributed to Thot.
The teachers in the temple watched Yeshua in silence..
They saw that He didn’t learn: He remembered.
After the teaching, Mary took her hand and walked into the town.
Children played on the streets by molding with mud little houses, pots, small animals.
Yeshua joined the game With his hands he formed a simple, imperfect, humble bird.
The other kids laughed:
— “What are you doing that for? He can’t fly. ”
But He carried in his chest what he had awakened that morning.
He took the bird, brought it to his heart… and it blew.
The Quran reminds him this way: “I blew into it, and it became a living bird.” ” (Surah 3:49).
But there’s something deeper in this passage: The bird didn’t fly right away.
He first laid himself on the heart of Yeshua. As if I recognize it. As if creation bowed down to its maker.
Only then did he take flight, with a sound never before heard by those children.
As I watched this scene, the birds around me were singing louder.
It was as if the image and the present merged in an instant.
I understood that Yeshua was not showing me his childhood, but a shining mirror of the process that humanity lives today.
This story is about us, about this now.
The mud is our ego: the wounds, the guilt, the shame that molded us, the mandates that extinguished us, the fears that dried like coils over our essence.
Children mocking are the inner voices that ridicule the sacred:
“Don’t be so sensitive”, “Don’t become so spiritual”, “Be logical”, “Don’T trust your intuition. ”
The bird is our soul. That’s me waiting patiently for us to breathe on it. And the breath… is the Crystic energy that lives within us.
We’re entering an Air Age:
technology, networks, instant communication, open minds, ideas that travel at the speed of light. But inside, too many people still feel like dense mud, saturated, disconnected from their own breath.
This age shows us with relentless clarity that we cannot sustain a new frequency with a mind programmed from ancient energy.
Our DNA is quantum mud, filled with dormant codes. Breath receptive.
Receptive to light and solar flares that bring us information, photons and memory.
Yeshua gave us the key when he said:
“The kingdom is within you. “When he blew on his disciples. When he showed that the word can heal, order, and awaken. Now is the time for:
☆ Refine the language with which we speak.
☆ Honor our nervous system as a sanctuary.
☆ Practice coherence between what we feel, think and do.
☆ Allow the Spirit — our own Spirit — to settle in the heart.
As I allowed birdsong to envelop me, Yeshua’s voice emerged gentle and loving: “You are the clay molded by the ages, by loss and by forgetfulness, but also by the love of my Father and Mother.
The time of the Holy Breath is back. The air is turning light.
Light is becoming memory and memory is becoming called.
Many feel like they are breaking,
but they really are softening up
to remember its true form.
A new humanity wants to lay on you: more compassionate, more lucid, more free from fear.
Breathe in… because the Spirit enters through the door they open with each inhalation.
Speak the truth… because their voice is the chisel with which they transform their reality.
Dare to feel… because feeling is the wind that will lift them up.
What I did with that mud bird,
today you will do it to yourselves.
They will blow, and the breath of My Spirit—which IS in you—will awaken and ignite your heart.
Then you will remember all things,
You will see all that is in its perfection,
and the Earth will celebrate with me and with my Father-Mother, because at last their children return to the Home that always waited for them. ”
— Yeshúa
Via Lupita Salcido
