The Art of Creation “Stardust. Frozen starlight. You call it matter. It is an art form with which we have worked for twenty billion years. We have sculpted it into star systems, galaxies, and a universe of rainbow-spectrum worlds. We are the children of light. We have been given the task of creating dimensional reality. We draw order, structure and beauty out of the vibrating music of starlight. From the redwood forests to the microbes, from the gentlest feathered bird to the most substantial ocean whale, our spirits manifest the Creator’s designs in all the biological life on this planet. Yet only human circuitry has the capacity to embody the full reality of who we are, of who that Creator is — of who, in truth, you are. Come , human children, the truth has always been here. Your prophets have ever made it plain. Wherever you have let us land, wherever you have let our consciousness settle upon the waters of your awareness, the open waters of your human hearts, ever we have come to inhabit your shores. We are the Bird Tribes.” - Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey

The Art of Creation

“Stardust. Frozen starlight.

You call it matter. It is an art form with which we have worked for twenty billion years. We have sculpted it into star systems, galaxies, and a universe of rainbow-spectrum worlds. We are the children of light. We have been given the task of creating dimensional reality. We draw order, structure and beauty out of the vibrating music of starlight. From the redwood forests to the microbes, from the gentlest feathered bird to the most substantial ocean whale, our spirits manifest the Creator’s designs in all the biological life on this planet. Yet only human circuitry has the capacity to embody the full reality of who we are, of who that Creator is — of who, in truth, you are.

Come , human children, the truth has always been here. Your prophets have ever made it plain. Wherever you have let us land, wherever you have let our consciousness settle upon the waters of your awareness, the open waters of your human hearts, ever we have come to inhabit your shores.

We are the Bird Tribes.”

- Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey

We are the Winged Ones of heaven “We are the Winged Ones of heaven, your reflections in perfect love, the missing dimension needed for your wholeness. We are the spiritual guardians of the earth. Welcome us into your consciousness. Blend with us. Remember. Know yourself as fully, truly human.” -Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey

We are the Winged Ones of heaven

“We are the Winged Ones of heaven, your reflections in perfect love, the missing dimension needed for your wholeness. We are the spiritual guardians of the earth. Welcome us into your consciousness. Blend with us. Remember. Know yourself as fully, truly human.”

-Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey

“Identifying with the Being behind all Life, you realize that the particular form that you are conscious of projecting through at the moment is not really who you are. As you begin to see your body as an exquisite exploratory instrument, designed for the expression of your spirit, you begin to relax. Your pre-occupation with survival begins to fall away. It is not that the identity shift has taken place. You are not your body. You are not your thoughts. You are not what you feel, not your role or your experience. You are the Spirit of LIfe itself, dancing in the clay, delighting in the glorious opportunity of incarnation, exploring the realms of matter, blessing the Earth and all therein. The psychological process that triggers this awareness takes place in the present moment. You must be there, fully present, to experience it. This is not difficult. Simply be aware of whatever you are doing. If you are slicing the bread, do not be thinking of your thirst. If you are listening to a friend, do not be thinking of what you are going to say next. If you are eating a meal, do not be thinking of what you are going to do when the meal is over, but show the Earth the appreciation of your fullest attention.”