Working Through the Message
This past weekend was the Dia de los Muertos in my city, I live near the southern border and the celebration here is tens of thousands strong and the energy is palpable. While I like to go the festivities now and then, this year I decided, for my safety and the safety of my remaining pets, to pay tribute at home. I felt with both the threats and the clear warnings that we would all be better off.
Saturday night I spent quite a bit of time outside. I live as a steward of indigenous lands, though in western civilization I am known as the owner of said land, I don’t feel that way. I like to spend as much time outside as possible enjoying the land and taking the best care of it that I can. The stars are bright where I live, nestled against a mountain range on the opposite side of a thriving, though light conscious city. It was this past weekend that I was out star gazing, talking to my ancestors and recently lost loved ones, talking to the ancestors of the land and the small animals nestled in their nests and on their perches when I noticed that Jupiter (I think) started to shine particularly brightly and a moment later something gray flew over my head.
Only it didn’t because I think it was an apparition, because Phoenix birds don’t exist, especially ones covered in ashes.
It flew over my head, low enough that I should have felt the draft of its movement since its tendril like feathers were strewn out behind it.
Only it was ash gray and Phoenix birds are extinct.
I think it was literally a Phoenix rising from the ashes, sent to me courtesy of the universe.
Processing…
I’ve gotten messages before, seen things before but rarely so clear. I considered the 3d world acceptable explanations and really, it wasn’t a bat, it wasn’t an owl or a hawk. I’ve never seen a bird with tendrils before, especially where I live which is in the desert. It wasn’t a shadow of something higher up, it was pitch black out and what kind of bird leaves a light gray shadow?
…
It honestly looked like a bird with long hair in the form of feathers. It was the color of ash. It made sure I could see it because Jupiter (I think) was shining particularly bright and then the bird flew over my head, directly between me and the planet, which is Jupiter I believe ;o)
Unpacking the Lot
On the one hand, what a beautiful message from the universe, I mean after the death of Queen two weeks ago, it’s been extraordinarily difficult for me to find a new routine * if you’re wondering who Queen is, read the last blog post, also the first blog post*. If the phoenix has risen from the ashes, am I the phoenix or is the mad warlock?
I feel different, lighter…but that could be illusion to make me lower my guard prematurely. Actually, I don’t think I can ever lower my guard until the warlock is gone and while he’s not in the best of health, I think he has years left yet. I think I feel lighter because the ancestors are here, and I haven’t worked with my ancestors in ages.
I got distracted by the Bible, by Jesus being my savior and by being normal. I think I was intentionally distracted so I could be attacked but that’s beside the point, at this point. As a good friend reminded me a few days ago, we’re not normal, it’s time to embrace that reality and she is right.
Normal to those wondering is those stuck in the 3 lowest states of consciousness: waking, dreaming and sleeping. It’s those living in the material world, and who are happy there. Then there are others, like me and my friends, like millions of others, like you reading this, not content with this basic world and we are exploring alternative realities through astral travel, meditation, lucid dreaming and play.
I feel like the phoenix being a signal the warlock is rising from the ashes is a little much, I don’t feel like the ancestors or the universe for that matter would send that form of message if we hadn’t managed to take him down. I feel like it would be something more normal, like a vision.
So, the phoenix rising from the ashes must be me. What does this mean? Does it mean I won’t have any more pets killed for sacrifices? Does it mean that the universe and ancestors are protecting and enough that the angry warlock is out of commission? Does it mean that this is all really and truly over? The years of harassment, energy draining, dream invading, shoving and murder truly over?
I am cautiously optimistic but also, I’ve been here before, almost. I’ve never felt so determined to change my life for the better as I am since Queen’s passing, so that begs the question…
What was the furious boy witches’ real intention?
