Silly question of the day

that you did pay attention to. What does it signify for you?

Hi Todd,

I love Animal Medicine, have been following it for 20 years.....and you are correct....generally if an animal comes to us, like you feel the Cardinal has you, it is telling us there is something we should be paying attention to and we arent......the animal that comes to us will often hold the clues as to what it is we should be aware of or what "medicine" is called for at this time.....you may have a past relationship or experiences with this animal and it is trying to remind you of them or it's message may be found through it's particular nature/habits.....we each have individual skills, talents, focus, perspective etc....you need to see what they are for Cardinals if you want to understand the message......but nothing is absolute....my advice....as always, just observe.....an animal can come to you for many reasons, and many at once, don't look for "an" answer, and don't stop looking if you do find one...... a better understanding of who the bird is may aid you in some coming moment....maybe the Cardinal has a "trick" your gonna need to use, a trick you never knew you had in you...animals can show us how natural law and reality work...they have tried and true methods for dealing with things and unlike us they don't have that mental block, except when grosely influenced by us, so they know their connection to all things always....

L

Jez

 For me a cardinal pecking on my car window (in my driveway)is a reminder of one that pecked on the window at my kid's house. It's message is-"Think of that...think of them...in that place" It's a good thing in my case I guess.

   hey b-2, Try searching this book. it was very popular back when I stumbled on it. I seem to remember it focusing a lot on the Native american interpetations, which would include the cardinal. I had a hawk that was there, sitting on a branch, screeching at me, literally every time I passed this spot, entering a "sacred place", for me anyways. this went on for weeks, maybe longer. I would screech back at him as I hiked by, and got really good at imitating him/her. Then one day, i turned and walked toward him, leaving the trail. he would fly 50 feet, screech at me, then wait for me to catch up, then move again. i followed him far off the trails, climbing this ridge, and when I creeped up over the rocky edge, I was staring at the biggest rattlesnake I had ever seen, over 6 feet long. the snake was in the shedding process,and was blind. It was a huge, old, male. I proceeded to stretch him out on the warm ledges and  realized he had been "marked". You see, I was given directions to find this hidden rattler den by someone I had never met, who had heard of me. He had hidden the location of this spot for over 20 years, fearing it's invasion by even his best friends, all herpetologists. he had been marking the snakes for 20 years, so during the summer, when they migrate out for food, he might one day find their route. he never did, but that day, by following that bird, i stumbled on it, and following that snake, connected that ledge line to the den. It was loaded with their favorite food, chipmunks. on top of that, The den site he had entrusted me with the location of, turned out to be on the fault line that runs down the east coast, and many mind boggling things happened there over the years. the most awesome being the loss of time, sometimes 5 or 6 hours. I would sit up on a giant piece of white quartz to eat lunch, and rest, so as not to disturb the snakes close to their den entrances, and several times, after what seemed like a few minutes, i would realize it was getting dark, when it had just been one o 'clock...A very special place.haha! so much for the hawk ! i just love that place and every time I went there, something magic happened. I could tell a dozen such stories about this place,and they all involved interactions with animals.

       The red tail hawk is a transitional bird, and I will just say that it was so relevant, it was like he showed me that place because he knew I was going away. The next time I spoke with this guy, who had gone to work for Nasa,he was ecstatic that I had found this spot, and that huge old breeder male, who I had photographed for him..He was the black variety of the timber rattler. 

      anyways, the Native Americans had a pretty extensive take on many animals, and the kind of animal was definitely relevant. My copy is buried somewhere outside of Taos with the few things I still own,so I can't look it up for you, but you might find it online. 

      I agree with Jez that ,even if you think you find the connection, don't stop looking, as sometimes it isn't tied to any special "event" or "instance" but a change that can open many doors if you plant the seed....i hope you have fun with it brother !!!,,,L,,,,T

I have not walked our bush for some years, up until a couple of weeks ago. No snakes here though :)

In fact apart from it's density and losing ones way, there is not much in our beautiful native bush that can harm you. I have now decided to join the local Tramping club to help get me back there and into safety protocols etc.

Thanks for starting this post T.G.

Love hearing personal experiences here, they so often help me in my life choices :)

Puruwaha

Hi B2-

I agree with all that's been said here. I've heard stories about birds speaking for close ones who have died. However, it is spring and birds are very protective of their nests. There's a chance you just happened to have parked a little too close to his.

I've had a few special moments with birds. 

While scattering my father's ashes in the sea, a snowy egret flew down to witness the event.  At one point he waded in the water, just inches from where I stood.  His movement sent the ashes northward -- the direction I'd intended, in the direction of my father's birthplace.  To this day, I think the bird was my old man himself.

A few years later, a common sparrow appeared outside my sliding glass door everyday for over a week.  Over and over again, he would peck on the glass to get my attention.  This was especially peculiar because I had cats and dogs.  I tried sitting outside in hopes that he would come near, but he was too shy to approach me.  Sadly, his disappearance coincided with my discovery of a pile of bird feathers.  I never did decipher the meaning of it all.

Abraham-Hicks tells a story of a funeral they once attended.  There was an annoying fly present at the services and darned if it didn't somehow hitch a ride on the casket, as it was also buzzing about the cemetery.  Just as they were tempted to swat it, they remembered that the deceased had often said that he wished he could be a "fly on the wall" at his own funeral.

Hmmmmmn.

 Yeah-Noa-Wow! I can only imagine that must have been really intense having an egret interact with your ceremony. I'm sure everyone on this planet would see that as a wonderful thing and rich with meaning and mystery. Blessings on your fathers soul Noa. If there's an afterlife-and I believe there is-he's going to be very happy and blessing you for your loving act.

   I used to curse the raccoons in the city back east, as they would attack the squirrel nests at night. The squirrels are helpless at night. They cannot see in the dark, so the coons attack their nests, especially when they have babies. They would knock them out of the trees. Then pounce on the babies and eat them. Ha ! I saved a few baby squirrels before,took them to a woman who would raise them, teach them to build nests in laundry baskets. I know the coons were just being coons....They are sly,it would be great to think that yours somehow escaped the executioner............T