It's an explosion of Change!
Oh my goodness…Sage Warrior here, just to let you know that I am attempting to make changes to the blog. Please have patience because this is harder than I thought it would be!
Have you ever taken on a project and watched it have a life of its own? Tell us your changing story, while I figure out mine!
Thank You
Both last year and this year, Warrior Sage has saved and brought back to life a hummingbird that had knocked themselves out. I find this so curious as the Hummingbird has special meaning to Warrior Sage. How many people actually get to hold a Hummingbird in their hand? Unusual also…is the Healing Center is flowing with hundreds of Hummingbirds right now.
Hummingbird...Brings back alive "Joy"
The message I felt the Hummingbird was trying to say, was that no matter how bad things may get, we can always bring to life Joy into our lives. Which is a great lesson for all of us right now.
A Message Of Death…A Message Of Life!
Tap, Tap, Tap invades my dream. Try as I might to continue in my lucid state, the intrusion continues. Tap, Tap, Tap forces the lids of my eyes to sleepily open to a small song bird at my window. My attention is now firmly on this puzzle. What is this songbird trying to tell me? “Loves, wake up!” Look at this bird tapping on my bedroom window.” Annoyed at my sudden disruption into their sleeping state they wake up and look at the window. Tap, Tap, Tap. The tiny gray, brownish bird with the white chest flies off. They both go back to their slumber as I reflect on all the deaths this year.
Tap, Tap, Tap
It has been one death every two months of people I have loved, people that had profound influence in my life, whether through love, hate, delusions about, lessons learned, or deep friendships, each left their mark on my path bringing importance to my soul. Pondering on the meaning of the bird’s tap trying to give me a message of sorts, I get on with my day.
Mom calls while I’m sanding woodwork in my house to let me know Grandma is in the hospital. I leave everything and go to her. It feels odd knowing she has not long to live. No longer will I be able to pick up the phone to confide and share my life with her, or jump into my car, race out to see her, shuck a few oysters to slurp raw or row the boat as hard as I can, imagining a race against a dragon only I can see.
Dreaming about Grandpa and Grandma and their home, my home too, again I hear Tap, Tap, Tap on the window. This is so weird I tell my partner as we both look in awe at the same little song bird tapping on the window, Tap, Tap, Tap. It reminds me how Grandpa loved seagulls and Grandma hated the small sparrows putting their white splash over her beautiful gardens, droppings from the nests under the eaves of the roof.
Hood Canal
Visiting Grandma at the harsh glaring hospital, trying to make sure she gets to go home to die, I tell her the story of the song bird tapping at my window every morning waking me. “I use to hate those little birds but lately for some reason I have grown to love them,” she states. I wake up sobbing for no reason as the Tap, Tap, Tap continues morning after morning at my bedroom window. Grandma goes home from the hospital, while hospice workers arrive to help take care of her. They put her in the dining room in the same spot Grandpa was at the end of his days. I cannot help but think she must know why she is in the dining room facing the water of the Hood Canal, in and out of that drug haze, morphine. Laying my hands on her body I am trying to keep the bedsores at bay. Startled I look up, when I hear a Tap, Tap, Tap on Grandma’s dinning room window. Blown away with this message, I cry and cry and cry remembering all the special stories of this place and these people that I belong with. This is the end of all I had held dear, my place of sanctuary, where I first learned of love. Deciding to go to the mountains to a place I had heard about I say, “Grandma, I am going to Kettle Falls, I hear it is just amazing!” She suddenly wakes up, grabs my hand and tells me I must go right now, she has a good feeling about this place. I say my goodbyes and leave her for what would be the last time, in so much pain it takes my breath away. Arriving home, I sense something is different. With firm resolve I go over my property, sorrowfully I find the small songbird lying there in a small heap, gone, outside my bedroom window. Crying myself into a stupor, “I get it, the forewarning of Death, and why my Grandmother wanted me to go.” Crying myself into a stupor I bury the divine little songbird and go to the mountains to the most breathtaking place ever. Standing there on the mountain my mind remembers my cherished memories of my Grandparents, who were my only safe parents as a small child! Before being placed in foster care. The call comes. Grandma is gone.
Two months later…
Tap, Tap, Tap on the window just as I get a call from my sister stating that a brother I never know I had just passed away. I decide to go to Jonathan’s funeral to mourn for a brother I never knew and never would, perhaps meeting my other brother. Nervous, I go, not knowing whether I would be welcome there or not. I ended up being late, as I really did not know where the funeral was, finally arriving to sit by myself in the back of the church. Looking into the wounded eyes of myself much younger on a screen at the front of the church, the room disappears into a white haze until only Jon’s face remains in my vision, my eyes and his become one. I choke on my sobs of anguish at never knowing him. After the service was over, I go to my other brother and stand staring in the eyes of our father who betrayed us all. I wait. Turning, I move towards my Brothers Mother Laura to ask her permission to be here. She weeps and holds me tight telling me a story of Brian, her eldest son, licking frosting off my face when I was just a baby, removing any feeling of being in the wrong place and unwanted. With tears streaming down our faces, she turns to introduce me to her son, my brother and the rest of their family. I never felt so accepted. Listening to my brother sharing stories of his family it feels like we belong together even though we just met. I did not want to go, wanted to just stay in the warmth of his aura. Later after dinner we stand outside saying our goodbyes I feel the brush of a wing on my shoulder. My Brother says, “Look at that little bird standing between us, how strange!” I turn my gaze and see the same little songbird bringing me just the message I needed.
I'm Back!
Tap, Tap, Tap
That was Two years ago…
Last week the little bird is back…Tap, Tap, Tap
DO YOU HAVE AN EXPERIENCE OF A BIRD BRINGING YOU A MESSAGE?
Freak me out, New Bird
Freak me out!
Aggressive, Demanding, Insistent, Powerful, Large, Manic, Strange, Obssessed, Determined, Heavy, Creepy Bird…
Driven by forces unseen!
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