The description below results from sensing the picture. What is described is not made up, but the actual emotions of the parrot in the picture. The subconscious mind of a person or an animal is copied in a picture. And this subconscious mind can be perceived by someone with psychic abilities.
Is imprisoned, is not free, has a limited flying scope, is in a cage. He’s more or less resigned himself to his fate, yet he would like to be free, he dreams about freedom, is sad because he’s caged. He was very rebellious when he was first caged. The revolt is over, he feels more resigned now, he knows he won’t be set free anymore, he is very sad. He is filled with nostalgia for where he lived, he was free, he was happy.
He is worried, there are two others in the cage who don’t like him, and that he doesn’t like either, they come flying towards him in order to intimidate him, to show him his position. I (Linda Evans) can see an image of the parrot imagining this, they come towards him flapping about vehemently, and then they shoot up with all speed, one of the parrots is red, the other one is yellow and/or green. They want to show him they are in control and he has to keep quiet, and he doesn’t have to expect any friendship from them. He feels lonely, has no friendship, he’s sad because he has no one.
He’s lonely, is sad, unhappy. He would rather not live anymore, he would rather be dead, so that it’s all over. I can sense that the parrot has a notion of ‘being dead’. Being dead equals having a lifeless body, having no more worries, not existing any longer.
Sometimes there are people moving along the cage and walking in. I can perceive an image of the parrot’s impression with regard to this: it’s a man in shorts, black hair, solidly built, rather plump. This man comes in to clean the cage and change the food. He works in the cage for a while, and then he’s off again. He also cleans the floor. The parrot keeps at a distance from this man, the other parrots go and sit on his shoulder and are getting nuts from this man. The parrot then sits down in the corner of the cage waiting for the man to have finished. The man is in the cage for about half an hour (I can perceive a sense of time through the parrot).
He doesn’t eat much, he doesn’t feel much like eating. Nothing tastes good, the food doesn’t appeal to him. Not eating nor drinking, neither. He only drinks when he’s really very thirsty. And he who was so keen on eating, who could delight in food (is a memory I can perceive).
He feels very heavy and languid, doesn’t feel like flying. Would rather just sit down in a corner and die. Is depressed.
He sometimes thinks of the other parrots he knew when he was still free. He thinks about how they had fun together and how they flew through one another in the air as a game. And how they could go on doing this until they were dead tired. I can perceive images of parrots flying through one another. Those were happy, carefree days.
There was sufficient food, sometimes it was somewhat narrow, but there were at most a few days of fasting and then there was food again, there was always enough water. He was sometimes jealous of another parrot who had caught a fat worm, and he had wanted to take it from him, but he restrained himself. With this I can perceive (an image of) a recollection about it. He and another parrot walking on the ground and the other having caught a fat worm. (a parrot sees the colour of a worm as pink)
When he had been able to catch a fat worm himself, he was as proud as a peacock. And then he liked the fact that the other parrots who were searching on the ground too, had seen it. So as to make them jealous for having been able to catch a fat worm. Those were happy times. I can sense a tremendous feeling of happiness in these memories. He was so happy, so happy, then. And now there’s only sadness and he would rather die.
I can also perceive a recollection of some parrots drinking water together (there were yellow-green parrots there) from a brook or a little stream. And how they pushed each other away just for fun/for a laugh/for the fun of it and pecked at each other and tumbled on the ground and chased each other and how much fun they were having together then/in those days.
The nights used to be chilly sometimes, especially towards the break of day, – I can perceive an image of sleeping on a branch in trees and I sense the memory of the chilly environment – and always they all were all feeling glad when the dawn had progressed a little, because then the sun had broken through and the air had warmed up. I can sense the memory of the enjoyment of the warmth as the sun broke through.
The recollection of being captured: he doesn’t know what happened, all of a sudden he was in a sack, he was in the dark, he heard voices (of people he knows now), he was terrified, he thought of the other parrots, he felt being lifted. Later he ended up in a oblong, narrow space which was not very high, so that he had to lie down. There is a notion of being transported. And the rest of what he remembers is the cage in which he ended up. That cage was bigger than the cage he is in now, and there were no other parrots either, he was alone.
He has never been able to adapt to his imprisonment, he has never wanted to hang around with other parrots present in the cages he was staying in, he has never mixed with the others. And now he’s stuck with those two aggressive parrots menacingly flying up to him to deliberately provoke him. He wished he was dead. He is deeply unhappy, very sad and lonely.
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