CORVIDALIEN: Finding Purpose in Life Through Experiences and Synchronicities

A Bird Full of Feathers

April 27th, 2019

2 years ago today, I made this wand from the stem of a white rose and the feather of a Raven. About a year or so later I packed it away with most of my other altar tools to make space for other projects and a change in direction spiritually and life-wise.

Today, exactly two years later, I find a deceased Raven in my yard. Until this post reminder popped up, I figured that it was purely coincidental (especially considering the fact that I am rarely on FB anymore).

My daughter and I said our blessings and did a little dance together while singing an impromptu song about the Raven's passing. She sniffled in sadness a bit before she asked me, "Did the Raven like it?" At that moment the wind blew out of nowhere. I couldn't help but laugh a little. I said, "Yup. The Raven loved it. Do you feel the wind?"

My daughter laid her head on my shoulder before asking, "How did the Raven see us?"

"Well, he's not here. But, his spirit is."
"His spirit?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Well, you can't see his spirit. That's something you feel." I gently tapped her heart to show her where.

She smiled and nodded before asking, "Was the wind watching, too?" I nodded. She asked, "And, what else?"

I pointed to the sky. "The sun is watching, too."

She was more upset about the Raven than I had anticipated, as we wound up having a long, repetitive chat about the Raven, the Raven's family, and how Ravens used to live in this area long before humans ever built any homes here (in fact, this area was part of an indigenous, nomadic, hunting trail - it was never meant to be settled on, and many of the Native Americans that used the area as a path were murdered over it after they taught the settlers how to survive out here in the desert and where the sparse water sources were).

Her emotional distress was likely amplified by having been told by her father just days ago that her grandfather (whom she has never met) had passed away recently. News that I'm not sure she was ready to hear at 4-years-old, as she had never met her grandfather and cannot quite grasp the concept yet (so, all she knows is to be sad about the issue, not quite how to process it all mentally).

Most people have no idea that the local corvids have been a monumental part of my spirituality since shortly after my daughter was born (less than a year after I had moved here).

I'm trying to put my faith in believing that the passing of the beautiful creature in my yard today was an omen to mean that it's finally over: Everything that I wanted to remove from my life with that 13 Herb Wash from months ago; the one that caused a domino effect of major life changes in the blink of an eye. Everything that I have been wishing away, and everything that I have been wishing for and working to bring into fruition.

May the waiting end and the experience of unbound blessings begin, so that I can finally pass them on to others. 🖤