Archive | May 2013

Mourning of a Killed Crow

crowAs I was walking home from a long morning walk, I heard two bicyclists speaking.

“Do Crows eat eachother one?” one asked.

“They’ll eat anything!” was the reply.

I walked about five more minutes before I happened upon the Crow they spoke of.

Two of its brethren were along side it squawking. Although after seeing the beautiful young adult crow, it could have easily been its parents.

I decided it must have been hit by a car. Its neck was broken. It was lying in the street, somewhat close to the curb.

I was very moved. It was, to me, a tragedy.  And I could not leave this beautiful grown baby in the street.

I enjoy Crows and although I do not know too much about them, but I figured these other two crows could be injured if they stayed in the street to eat this one.

So, I decided to put it somewhere safe and more fitting, honorable if you will.

When I picked it up. I realized just how warm it was. The neck was very broken and other than that nothing but gorgeous iridescent feathers.

The two crows which had been beside it immediately took to the air flying circles over my head and cawed loudly.

So very loud!

I decided to walk to a meadow close to my home. About 8 blocks away. About 10 minutes away.

And it was then that I saw what was going to happen. Everything unfolding but being entirely in my body at the same time.

The most weirdly, beautiful, other worldly, sorrowful experience.

As I walked, the light moved in and out of the trees, the crows cawed louder and louder.

More crows gathered.

I looked up and saw 3, then 5, then all at once too many to count.

People were stopping to see what was causing this very loud cawing of the crows.

The crow all swirling over head, following me as I walked.

Following me as I carried their departed.

This beautiful creature in my hands.

As I got to the meadow, more than thirty crows had gathered. Circling continuously over my head, cawing so very loudly it was deafening.

They were powerful. They were magickal. Potent. A swirling vortex of power and magick.

I placed the bird on a large rock and then walked 3 times around the standing stones.

As I walked, each time around they were more frenzied than the last.

I was fearful I would be attacked and torn to bits.

They were frenzied.

But I saw what would happen before it happened.

I knew what would happen.

When those moments of fear crept through, I envisioned myself cloaked with crow feathers and giving the intent of protection to the young dead or dying crow.

I stopped in front of the rock with the crow and offered words.

Words of sorrow, of loss, of hope, of future happiness.

And with my first word, the frenzied, screaming crows, silenced.

Silence greeted my words for this bird.

And when I left, hushed caws whispered. And they landed to see their friend or son, or daughter.

And I do not think that I will ever be the same.


It turns out Crows and Ravens don’t eat their own.

But they mourn their loss.

I don’t know what else to say or add here.

But this was a real event that occurred in San Jose, Ca May 28, 2013.


The Song of a Soul’s Journey

GetAttachment.aspxI had a wonderful vacation with my husband. For the first time in nine years it was just the two of us, alone, for more than two nights. In fact, it was for a whole week. A whole week in my favorite place in the world, Hapuna Beach, Big Island. I am writing this post to remember a dream I had one night. It was about the Song of a Soul.

The Song of a Soul

It is the most beautiful thing its Soul can hear.

It is not through words alone.

Pictures, words, music, magick so I guess I would call it a musickal song.

Tracing back the red thread of a soul’s life to its creation.

A song so enticing and so entrancing that to hear it, would create such home sickness and longing that its soul would leave immediately to go back.

Think about your most trying of times here. In this existence. For me it would be a military boot camp experience. In order to move on, to do the things in life I wanted to do I had to graduate. But if there had been a door in my room where I could smell my mother’s cooking and hear the sounds of my family’s laughter. There would have been no way for me to endure my trials at boot camp without opening the door and going back home. To have that door to familiarity so close, the sounds and smells so close at hand – it would have proven too much. I would not have succeeded in graduating. I would have turned my back on boot camp. I would not have gotten to do the wonderful things in my life that I did because of those trials. I am happier for it.

And this song is that. It is the Song to be Sung at the end of one’s journey here. A Song of Remembrance, of Homecoming, of Family, of Aloha.

A rose in bloom. Or an orchid.  Alone it is a wonderful flower. Beautiful. Ripe in its scent. Longing and calling to bees and everyone one else. And one life, like one flower is a unique and wondrous thing. But at this wonderful Soul’s life, like a flower added to a beautiful lei, the many beautiful lives of your soul. The many flowers strung and cared for, caressed and nurtured and woven into a beautiful soul’s experience. It is breathtaking in its uniqueness.  In its singularity, rarity, scent and beauty. And to place this into a song…

Insight of Stork



A couple of years ago I took my first Shamanic core training class of Michael Harner’s.  It was very helpful to me and basically gave me a map and compass for places I was already journeying. Since taking the class (actually taught by Susan Mokelke) it has been very easy for me to communicate, at least visually with loved ones’ power animal.


In class, it was pressed upon me, that if one’s power animal was sickly then in order to have the person heal, the power animal must be healed first. If the power animal would not heal then a journey should be made to attain a strong, healthy power animal. It was often thought that if the power animal died so to would the person who belonged to that power animal.


I have kept this piece of information to heart. When I come across a loved one unwell, I ask to see their power animal. If it looks strong and healthy, I do nothing more. If it looks in need of a healing, I then offer a healing to my loved one.

Recently though, I had a friend that was fighting several cancers. The cancer was extensive but only newly found. Treatment was optimistic. And she continued to work without complaint. She worked as an elementary school specialist and helped children get the extra resources they needed. When I asked to see her power animal, I saw a very healthy, if not glowingly stork.


At first, I was a little taken aback, because I still associate stocks with bringers of babies. But when I thought about it, I thought that the stork is also inline with communication and calm. My friend worked with younger children, where communication was her strength and she could use a calming presence for all the treatments she was enduring.  So, at second thought this was a great fit!


So, the stork was very healthy indeed! My sense was that this stork was a newly arrived power animal to aid her in her fight. And even though, the stork was very healthy, I still gave my friend a healing to help her as I could.


But my friend did not win her battle with cancer. She passed very quickly, within two months.

It was then that I realized the magnificent stork was not there to hep her heal, but to give her comfort and help her to leave this world. And that if a power animal helps to escort souls coming into this world, it could certainly be called to help escort those leaving. Inwhich case, the power animal would look very healthy and not sickly. Because it is their to do its job, help guide their person’s spirit into the next world. So, in the future when the power animal looks very strong and your patient or loved one looks weak and unwell, ask yourself what is the roll and job of this power animal? Or better yet, ask the power animal. Is it generally known to be a psychopomp? or a healer?


A total side note here:

A second power animal that is also a psychopomp is the Bobcat. Known for working with midwives, nurses and pediatric doctors, the Bobcat is an escorting Spirit worker of babies coming into the physical. If you are in the line of work of physically helping babies arrive into this world, then calling on the Bobcat can be helpful, especially in tricky situations.