Murmurations as Prophecy Without Words

Reading the Sky: How People Once Read the Birds

The birds know first. They always have.

That knot in your stomach when starlings swirl overhead isn't random.

You've felt it since childhood, that strange pull when birds move as one massive organism across the evening sky. Your body locks in place. Your breathing shifts. Something ancient in your cells recognizes a message your modern mind can't translate.

You tried explaining it away. Pattern recognition. Mathematical beauty. Emergence theory. But explanations never touched that visceral knowing that these birds are telling you something critical about tomorrow.

Not through mystical powers. Through sensitivity your body shares but your consciousness has been trained to ignore

Your ancestors didn't need weather stations. They had murmurations. And buried beneath decades of disconnection, so do you