Hitchcock’s The Birds made Tippi Hedren and audiences squirm. But, when I receive psychic-medium visions of winged wonders, I feel as though their souls are trying to deliver messages and even guide me. Here’s what happened last Monday.
I awoke to find a dead small bird on my patio, perhaps the result of having flown into one of the sliding glass doors. Cradling its frame of feathers in my hands, I felt compelled to talk to its soul (Hey! Welcome to my world!). Aloud, I said, “May your spirit be watched over as it continues to create light.” I repeated the thought as I laid the animal to rest.
The next day during a meditation, I received mental visions of the bird, it’s wee eyes staring intently, in what looked like an attempt to communicate with me. Within seconds, the image entered into another dimension of bright light to where animals, including horses, dogs and other birds were spiritually present. My mind stayed with this beautiful vision.
I felt like I was shown this for a reason: animals have their own Eden-like reserve where their souls are free to heal and evolve. I’m sure my late lab Bucky was there, as were all pets which have made transitions. Part of the mission of this bird’s soul was to relay a message to all of those who’ve lost pets: we are always around.
In the past, I’ve received intuitive insights from other feathered friends, to include a hummingbird, a gull, an eagle and an owl. No word yet, however, from an ostrich.
Love and light,