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I dreamed again with stingrays. I have never regarded stingrays as an important animal, but their constant presence in my dreams makes me believe that there was something about them that I had not noticed before. I find stingrays curious creatures. They are so common; they can be found almost everywhere in the sea, close to the coast and deep in the ocean, buried on the seabed or flying through the water. They are so easy to find, so ordinary to see and yet nobody thinks about them. Perhaps it is because of their generality that they do not create a lasting impression on the viewer. One can tend to hold on to the memory of a clown fish instead of a stingray. I am guilty of this crime myself. And yet, the more I dream them, the more I see them for what they really are.

There is a beauty in stingrays that is not found in any other creature of the ocean, nor in any of the other realms, I believe. A unique beauty that cannot be found in any of its fellow creatures that inhabit the sea, not in the intelligence of dolphins, nor in the beauty of the whales, nor in the simplicity and variety of any type of fish. Stingrays have a rare gift, a blessing that distinguishes their existence and distinguishes them from all other sea creatures:

Stingrays can fly.

In the beginning one should not find this curious or special; finally any number of creatures can fly on earth. There are even fish in the sea that nature can wear wings to, so it will come as no surprise that even aquatic creatures can reach heaven, even for just a moment. But the stingrays' gifts are different. They can fly, it is true, but the true beauty and splendor of their flight is that they fly underwater.

Their whole body seems to be designed for this. It looks like they are made of water wings and a stitch. It is a shame that the sting is the only thing everyone focuses on. When you see a stingray, you usually avoid it. We think of stingrays like ocean bees, who are ready to pierce you with their sword-like sting if you dare to bother their swimming. But what we don't notice, what surprises me most about stingrays, is that they don't swim, they fly. We are so concerned about the sting that we don't notice the rest of the radius. We do not realize their gifts. They can fly under water! And they do it with so much grace, so much dignity and ease of mind that it inspires peace in someone's soul. That's the beauty of stingrays; they can inspire your mind to breathe, let go, fly, if you show them how, if you just look.

I have seen stingrays of various sizes, colors and types. I have seen them buried on the seabed, mingling with the sand or flying through the water. They give me joy when I see them enjoying the waves, happy with them as children playing. They like to surf. It's amazing to see the way they almost seem to smile when they catch a huge, roaring wave that takes them all the way to the shore and the way they run back to the sea to catch another. It warms my heart. I see myself in those who joy and freedom as the waves lift them to heaven and inject life into them as they fly through the water. I only wish I could follow if they left the coast to go deeper into the ocean.

But I was also afraid of stingrays. I also dreamed that I felt their sting. Nonetheless, the fear I feel fades when I first see them through the clear water as I watch them spread their wings in the waves and I see them flying like underwater butterflies. I touched them; their body is so smooth, smoother than water. I have polished their sting, it is hard and spiky, so unlike the rest of their body. I have always respected their sting, I would never dream of bothering them and in return they seem happy enough to share their waves with me. It almost seems as if they are bragging about their surfing skills and want to teach me how.

I love stingrays. I believe in their noble spirit and peaceful nature. When there is one near me, I try to keep myself still, hoping he doesn't notice me or get too close, but while I look at the way she flies through the water, I can't help it, but I stare surprised and a peaceful warm glow enters my soul. And I can't help but think there's a beauty in stingrays that I hadn't noticed before.

Now I believe that stingrays are not short-lived. They represent life itself. Beautiful, graceful, joyful, peaceful and dangerous all embodied in one. And yet, if someone learns to control his fear and stay still, motionless in the water, one will immediately notice the beauty of stingrays.