Hearing the beautiful cry of a soaring Eagle just over head...
...I'm reminded of a manifestation that materialized before me this morning, which feels like it's worth sharing; especially for anyone else who is learning to listen when Spirit Speaks, and for those who already know how to listen but whom might often feel alone in such miracles and manifestations (as I sometimes do in when I'm cycling through one of my lower vibrations).
It was early this morning, around 4:30 am, when my legs wouldn't quick waffling between hurting and going numb in our old worn out bed, that I decided to get up for a little bit and walk around; hoping I could stretch my legs out enough with movement and tylenol, to be able to come back up and get some sleep before too much more of the day had already started.
Being that this was the second week I've been having troubles getting up to bed andor getting to sleep until after sunrise, this morning felt like another stressful addition to other daytime dramas being played out under the current Scorpio Moon and Retrograde Mercury.
Though as exhausted as I was, I knew that once the chorus of wild birds started up in the morning, that I wasn't going to have any easier a time getting to sleep than when they were perfectly quite. So I figured I'd go down to the back patio to watch the feeders and use my new bird call/sound identifier app (I think it's called "birdnet"), and enjoy pretending like I was back out into the untamed wilderness of southern Oregon that I just left three weeks ago; and deeply miss.
As I shuffled down onto the patio and found a smoke, I already found myself recognizing the trills, caws and mimicry of the Stellar Jays, the almost bark like trumpeting of nearby Woodpeckers, and the quiet but quite unique fee-fee-bee and chick-a-dee-dee-dee's of the local Chickadees. I'm pretty sure I also heard the eery trills of varied thrushes, but the Tricolored Grosebeaks and Townee's were being too vocal for the app to help me confirm what my intuition said was correct.
Once I had the app loaded, I was able to identify several new bird sounds to connect with the various operatic chorus of the early morning. I was also able to test myself to see if I could guess at some that seemed ify, and found that I know Robin and other song birds better than I thought, but also that one should never underestimate the mimicry abilities of Stellar Jays, who were enjoying mimicking the Woodpeckers and Hawks this morning.
After about 30 minutes of sleepily enjoying listening to different species of birds communicated back and forth from different spaces in the trees, and take their almost synchronized turns at the feeders, I realized how happy I felt out there, just enjoying a smoke and some birds that I couldn't even barely see through my blurry tired eyes.
Of course, as a silly hooman, I set the intention and then forgot to set a calendar reminder about my intention; which in an ironic twist, is actually the correct way to manifest if you listen to Abraham Hick's teachings about set it and forget it (or at least, set it and don't dwell on the lack of it).
So when it dawned across my mind how oddly coincidental it felt that I was having trouble falling asleep until the point that the birds were singing, screaming, screeching, hollaring, and singing; which I was only then recognizing happened every morning just before the suns first rays hit the sky, that I had been intending on starting to get up and gratefully pray with the sunrise every morning, I had to laugh out loud and say several extra prayers of gratitude and deep appreciation for Spirit's great sense of humor & infinite creativity with stubborn, deaf and dumb hooman beans like myself.
Had it not been for the unusual persistence of my bodies pain night after night; I would've been fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Had it not been for the struggle and challenges in my familial and intimate relationships, I wouldn't have stayed up so late trying to reason out rational choices in my head after much unnecessary crazy-making; which if not for this specifically, I wouldn't have discovered that the best way for me to recover and maintain my intended state of Joyful Authenticity and quiet my painfully active and negative monkey brain, was to listen to the birds and picture myself out there soaring, socializing and singing with them; which was the only consistent source of gratefulness, joy and authenticity I could find after getting upset at myself for being stuck in my own negative thought cycles for the past several weeks.
And had it not been for all the extra bird feathers that have found their way in my path these last few weeks; calling my attention back to my love for finding feathers, learning bird calls, and memorizing the different spiritual/totem/ally meanings of each kind of bird and the various different physical and spiritual uses for each kind of feather, if not for that strange but fun happening, I wouldn't have thought about going out to actually enjoy listening to the birds while I stretched my legs and back.Had it not been for all these things and more, I wouldn't now be feeling grateful for all the contrast; which I've spent too much time casting into my own shadowsphere as pain, suffering, and misery.
Where it not for the way that things came together as they did, I likely would still be so wrapped up in mental-muggle-maddnesses, to have remembered my desire to be present when the Sun first greets the day; nor would I have felt so grateful for the peace I found in such noise, and the joy I felt in remembering my request and seeing it manifested before my eyes in that moment with the ability to be conscious of it (which genuinely makes a huge difference).
The Eagle from earlier, has circled back and is crying out from somewhere much closer but out of sight from my writing area; confirming for me, that this is a lesson earned as much as learned, and that it is/was definitely right to share such an experience; which the coo of the mourning dove's tells me is on the path of divine love.
So, dear readers who were called to read this; I genuinely hope something in this post speaks to you and becomes another cooperative component that Spirit and your Inner Being are able to use to reach you, teach you, please you, love you, and laugh with you.
If you feel so called, please share your experience's andor thoughts in the comments below, or in a private message in the contact me section.
