A.J. Baldwin
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Shamanic Tales & Other Psychical Phenomena
Out of the stillness beautiful moments are quite often born, like a seed suddenly sprouting in the darkness of the earth or when you, and another, are intimately interlocked, gazing into each other's eyes realising that beyond the avatar, you are but one. If you can just stop the flow of data that is, and by data I mean thoughts.That stillness can produce almost anything. Sometimes an epiphany but normally, some image from childhood; a flashback of a heart healing scene between Mother and Son. Before the neglect, narcissism and the wounding to ones own core occured - don’t be triggered by the labelling of narcissism, we’ve all fallen into the same lake and drowned -Yet this time was more enigmatic. The third eye or the Ajna chakra as the Hindu’s would say, was dormant for most of the meditation. As I succumbed to gratitude and not frustration, out of the stillness she appeared. Firstly revealing her button black eyes. I waited in awe. Frozen. Soon after, a flawless snow white fascia came into view which made her eyes larger and even more soul consuming. She must have glimpsed my astral body way across the ethers sticking out like a broken fence post. Her white porcelain beak and orotund breast came after and finally her coverts and remiges were revealed fully spread in all their glory. Who was this marvelous creature? I’d never had a Barn Owl as a guide before. Up until now there had been Black Panthers, Andean Mountain Cats, even Bald Eagles and African Elephants but never anything as ethereal and delicate as the Tyto Alba. I remained in her stillness looking for clues and listening for answers. I asked telepathically who she was but no answer was given. My eyes continued to scan her plumage. I was drawn down to her talons; holding no mice but a note, just as I spotted it, the neatly rolled scroll unraveled and read the words I Love You. It ended with a kiss. I felt my heart beginning to open, and the list of potentials posing as their spirit animal shortened dramatically. As she hung there gently suspended in the ethers I wondered who it could be? Now, I’d been told to be visited by an Owl was a sign it was time to let your creativity flow. I was glad of the advice but still in a state of confusion as to whether an ex lover, mentor or someone I’m yet to meet. No sooner had she arrived, she had vanished, I’m not even sure if it was a she! It’s always the way in these realms whoever you meet in the ethers will never give you all the information… that would be too easy and nothing about being on earth was easy, it was simply a test. Luckily for me there wasn't even time for the frustrations of the creative process or to over think what had happened, I had work to do...
By A.J. Baldwin3 years ago in Longevity