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Welcome to the enchanting realm of "Mind Soul Journeys," a podcast of mystical storytelling, with a metaphysical twist on Black Mirror, where each episode explores the unseen spaces between reality and the soul. Through stories that blur the lines between consciousness and imagination, your host, Jody Colvard guides you through the hidden dimensions that exist beyond the realm of the five senses. Open your heart and dive into the depths of awe-inspiring phenomena, where the mundane becomes magical and the extraordinary becomes our reality.
Welcome to mind soul journeys, a space where the mysteries of the mind and the whispers of the soul meet. I'm your host, Jodi Colvard. Let's begin this journey together.
Jody:Some visitors don't just come and go. They wait. Not for the right season, but for the right moment. The moment when everything returns. This is a story of a woman, two finches, and the final message that set her free.
Jody:She had lived there for decades, the little house on the hill. Each spring, without fail, they came. Two finches, a female with soft brown feathers, and a male with a brilliant red chest glowing like a heartbeat. She never knew where they nested, only that they always found her. First, they watched from the trees, then the porch rail, then the windows.
Jody:Year after year, they came closer as if they were waiting for something. She used to laugh about them. Persistent little things she'd say. They must like the way I brew my tea. But secretly, she loved them.
Jody:There was something different about their presence. They didn't act like birds. They didn't just visit. They stayed, hovered, watched her paint. And each year, as her hands grew more weathered and her steps more careful, the birds grew bolder.
Jody:One year, spring came quietly. She hadn't noticed the blossoms or the change in the light. She forgot to put out seed, forgot to look up. She was tired. Then one morning, something pulled her outside, a familiar tug.
Jody:She stepped onto the back patio wrapped in her old robe. And before she could sit, the red chested finch flew to her and landed on her open hand. She didn't breathe, didn't blink. Because in that moment, the bird looked into her with eyes wide and deep, like they carried every sunrise she'd ever forgotten to watch. And then it spoke.
Jody:We've been coming to you for a long time waiting, she whispered, stunned. Waiting for what? For the moment that your heart would soften enough to hear us. She wanted to ask more, but her knees gave out. She sank slowly into the old patio chair, and the bird stayed on her hand.
Jody:She sat in perfect stillness, not asleep, not afraid. And around her, the world softened. The trees swayed in slow motion. The clouds paused. The finches began to sing, not to the sky, but to her, a song only souls remember.
Jody:And then her breath stopped. Her eyes fluttered once, but her spirit rose, light as a feather, and flew with the finches. The neighbors found her later, smiling softly in her chair. They said, she must have passed peacefully. But no one mentioned the two birds circling above her until they flew higher and vanished.
Jody:Some endings are not endings. They are remembrance of who we are, of how the world holds us, of the messengers who wait patiently for our return.
Jody:Thank you for traveling with me on Mind Soul Journeys. Until next time, may your path be guided by love, light, and the wisdom of your soul. If you would like to listen to past episodes, please join me at mindsouljourneys.com.