The Free Radical

The Oracle Report had tipped us off that messages from birds could figure prominently these days. After so much interaction with Cougar and Moose recently, that came as a bit of a relief.

The first avians on the scene today– and most days– are the representatives from Raven Nation. There are two ravens who keep an eye on Sitka and me nearly every day. They always chatter freely along the treetops, keeping mostly out of sight. I usually tell Sitka that they’re talking about her… and it’s true; they’re always talking about us… but never to us. Raven is like the Forest’s own interspecies internet; they keep everyone informed.

The previous day we had been out to the Mesa to perform a little ceremony. Simply, it was a declaration of allegiance between the various Animal Nations, Plant Kingdoms and the New Humanity. Upon the unrelenting Winds of Change a tight little contract was read aloud. My intention thereafter was to burn the piece of paper, consigning it to the Spirit Realm… but alas, the wind was too fierce, so I buried it upon the Mesa instead– in the frozen ground.

In a nutshell, the gist of the ceremony was to hasten the manifestation of a more egalitarian world which honours all of Earth’s inhabitants. Among the clutter of messages from angels and masters and various discarnate spirits here in the New Age, the Animal Nations are too often and too easily forgotten. Earth’s journey must honour all who live here!

The following day we returned to the Mesa and were greeted immediately by Bald Eagle. He flew directly over the site where I’d buried the declaration the day before just as we arrived again. I captured him as he flew off southwest, just barely discernible above the ridge line here:

Eagle is the mediator between Heaven and Earth. Our contract was ratified.

Next, as we headed home, Sitka had the opportunity to playfully chase a woodpecker around a little clearing among the trees. Woodpecker swooped low from tree to tree just out of Sitka’s reach. Once Sitka was tired of the game, Woodpecker drummed upon a trunk, affirming that we should go in confidence that new rhythms and patterns had been set in place… and that we should trust their unfoldment.

A few minutes later this was reinforced by Grouse. Sitka really wanted to chase Grouse too, but the snow was inconveniently deep and Grouse had flown too far.

Sitka’s puppy enthusiasm has been at an all-time high these last two days in the Forest. She doesn’t complain anymore, and is mostly interested in expressing unbounded joy for most of our walks. She seems to think we’ve entered a wondrous New World… one that we all might want to explore with puppy dog eyes.