Part I in the Totem Series
Three animal totems appeared to me in the past few days, and I am putting the world on notice, that I plan to pay attention to what messages might be coming my way. The animals? A large hawk “preening” on a rooftop across from my house; two Bengal tigers who rushed at me in a dream, only to “play” with me as if I was a cub from their pack; and lastly, two ordinary Sparrows, that sought refuge while sitting on the right tire of a car parked in the lot of a Target Store while shopping.
Hawks are notorious for bearing messages. Native American culture says the birds represent the spirit world, signifying a change in one’s life. I was driving home when I saw the hawk circling above my block in Conshohocken, PA. It’s an old mill town, fallen by hard-times with the death of local steel mills, but rescusitated and thriving as a bed-room community for Philadelphia and the King of Prussia metro malls, as well as a great small town, Anywhere, USA.
Hawks generally don’t hang out in these parts. But, this one circled above a house across from my home. I stopped when I saw the hawk glide to a landing, placing my car into “park,” trying to see where the bird flew. He landed on the edge of a house, one that was about four houses up Spring Mill Avenue, where I live.
The bird turned around. It faced toward my house. It raised its wings like a “thunderbird” arising from a fire. The bird “preened!” He was showing off his feathers. “He?” Why am I calling the bird a “he?” The wing span stretched out some six or seven feet. I just read that the female hawk is larger than the male. This visitor was a “big” bird. And may have actually been a “lady” bird.
I cared not what anyone driving behind might have thought or said as they drove around my car, now with blinking lights on. This bird mesmorized me. Was it looking for the chickens and rooster in the yard across from the hawk’s perch? No. It was cold, and we did not let out the fowl.
The hawk slowly turned, as if it was showing off a new coat or an outfit. It appeared proud, majestic, ruler of all that the eye could see from that perch. I could swear it looked like the bird stretched out its chest, turning to the right as if Nature itself choreographed the movements to provide such a splendid “modelling” display.
Too soon, the bird flew away, heading south. Thought nothing of it, until a day or two later when receiving the second and third visits — both on the same day. I have learned enough on my Journey through deep meditation and a growing belief in the mystical possibilities our world provides not to scoff at what could be “signs.” I viewed these appearances from a “spiritual” perspective. One I’ve been cultivating the past two years. What could I lose from my efforts? If correct, I will have connected with a power far greater and loving than myself. If wrong, I simply lost some time and may have appeared a fool to those who probably already see me as one.
And now, for those who want “in” for some more of these “things,” please take a look at the tigers.