All wrapped up in a fleece hooded tartan cape I carefully perched on the seat of our picnic table situated in an elevated part of the garden. A cold north-western wind imbued the air with a chilly bite. But no longer than a couple of minutes after I sat down and re-arranged the garment to keep as warm as possible, the sun came out and beamed her glorious smile all across my face. Repositioning my body, aiming to get as much sun as possible, I realised how much I had missed sunlight in the past 4 days. I've been stuck inside because I couldn't go very far. My lower back aches since I made one bow too many down to the lowest freezer tray! I sensed a dislocation of whatever in the lower spine and ever since that unfortunate movement I have been rotating periods of sitting, standing and lying down in order to relax those muscles involved in supporting the spine so a natural healing can take place. The body knows what to do and it shouldn't be too long before this discomfort too is a misty memory.
Lots has happened in the past week. An unexpected turn on plans that left me with a bit of an anti-climactic feeling regarding a project that had taken up a lot of time and effort in the past months. However, being a positive-minded 'go with the flow' and 'everything will work out perfectly' type of person, I chose to focus on solutions and tended to the various jobs that needed doing to wrap up what had been started. Every sense aligned to moving forward and not dwell on what could have been. And I honestly believed I was completely okay with it! However, when the lower back trouble started, during the necessary lying down bits of doing nothing, feelings arose from deep inside. A faint discord at first, barely noticeable, but over a couple of days increasing into a bubbly swamp crying out for attention.
Then I realised I had been neglecting my feelings about the whole thing. Being practical about it is one thing, but sensing what it feels like is often something we have learned to disregard. Yet my feelings did not want to be ignored this time! They were being communicated through my body, which in the pursuit of the project had sacrificed most of all. Many hours and evenings behind the computer screen is not its favourable way to spend time. And now it cried. Regardless of how positive I had been thinking about all that transpired, my body grieved in not being recognised for the sacrifice it has made.
As synchronicity has it, a friend posted a beautiful message on her Facebook profile stating: “and I said to my body, softly. “I want to be your friend.” it took a long breath and replied, 'I have been waiting my whole life for this'”. When I read that I didn't know I would soon experience the depth of this! So now I am listening to what my body is telling me, discovering the feelings that have caused disharmony in my body, tracing it to the thought patterns that have caused the feelings and identifying the habits that support those thought patterns. Listening like a good friend would listen, no prejudices, no conclusions, just observing what is playing out and getting to the source of it. Taking the complete puzzle apart, one by one, new discoveries are being made about my patterns and cycles.
The decision to go outside and seek Nature's assistance was very deliberate. I wanted to harmonise my cells, body and mind with nature. Sitting silently and motionless I greeted the sun's rays and felt gratitude for their company. Mind stilling, perception widening, breath slowing and deepening, I tuned into the moment. Nothing else, just the moment with all its sensations, sounds and sights. I asked for help in healing and for input from Nature and advice from a dear departed bearded friend.
To get to the source of all layers of illusions, I took out my metaphysical sword, named Excalibur. A couple of years ago it was 'given' to me to wield it. But that's a story for another time. Gently and decidedly using this Sword of Truth to cut through the illusion of the outer world, the layer behind it became visible to the spiritual eye. Noticing its features but not jumping into a thinking mode, its essence was being seen and acknowledged. Another cut ended that illusion and we both moved into the next layer. And the next. And the next until there was nothing left. And even then, I decided to go further and started to make an incision into the nothingness to see if there was yet another layer beyond. Surprisingly that cut did not want to establish itself to give away its content. Instead I was asked if I thought I was ready for it? My response was that if I was deemed ready, I was ready! The cut widened and opened up a wormhole type of tunnel directly behind it and I started moving into it, down and to the left, into the Unknown. I felt the need to anchor one arm into the world in which I sat, spiritually stretching out and reaching for a tree trunk to hold on to.
At that exact moment, in the world of trees, picnic table and woman sitting, a magpie had perched down on the lowest branch of the fir tree that I was using as an anchor. It was the clear and distinct chatter of the magpie very close to my left ear that helped to balance the physical world and the tunnel to the Unknown. The magpie's many faceted pitches and sounds were speaking directly to me. I didn't want to break the magic by going into thinking mode ('what does the sound mean?') but instead just listened. Listening like a good friend would listen, no prejudices, no conclusions, just observing. Noticing the sensation of going through the tunnel on one side and being spoken to on the other side.
The grip of the tunnel lessened and the world of the magpie became more crisp and clear. So many layers in his talkative voice, so beautiful! When he ended the chatter part, he went into a louder calling mode. And even that sounded multi-faceted. There was a fascinating depth to my normal perception of its call. I KNEW with every fibre that there was healing secret in its sound. The calls seemed to go on for quite a while until the magpie hopped over to a branch within reach of my now opened eyes. Just two meters apart, we acknowledged each others presence before its beak hacked into the branch like a woodpecker would do. Almost as if it was symbolically communicating “this is were we are! In this world, on this branch, here is my focus.”
I got up to leave the garden but stopped at one of the granite megaliths on the way down. Placing my hands on its rough, cold top, I imagined that the last bits of stress in my hands would be released into the earth with the help of my stone friend. Then it really was time to go inside! Greeted by the inviting keyboard, I surrendered to the urge to research the symbolic meaning of the magpie and was thankful to find the following meaning on a beautifully crafted and very informative website named 'What's your sign'. Bearing in mind that I have only read the magpie meaning after the experience, it is not necessary to comment on its very apt symbolical messages for me at this moment! Sure, third party explanations are not necessary as we can distil our own 'truth' from our experiences, however it is still nice to learn from other sources and use that tool to broaden horizons.
Most and for all, thank you, Magpie Magic!
Rest is taken from source: http://www.whats-your-sign.com/magpie-symbolic-meanings.html
The magpie's speech is symbolic of communication and creative expression. When we hear the magpie speak it is a message to us that we might need to listen to what is being spoken to us - listen with more attention. The chatter of the magpie is also a symbolic message that we may need to speak our minds more clearly....speak up, express our opinions, be creative with our spoken words.
The magpie's obsession with shiny things is symbolic of our tendency to chase after false ideas or perceptions. When the magpie comes into our lives it is often a reminder that we may have to re-evaluate our priorities. Are we chasing after unsuitable desires? Are we serving a false ideal? Are we putting materialism ahead of matters of the soul?
The magpie builds its home in the thickest "V" of trees. Forks or V's in nature are symbolic of gateways or paths into the spirit realm. In this fashion, the magpie asks us about our level of spiritual perception. Specifically, the magpie asks to keep an open mind in matters of the spirit. She also asks us where our spiritual foundation is and encourages us to open the gateways of higher (spiritual) vision.
Her plumage is also symbolic. With striking colouration, the magpie is symbolic of flamboyance, expression, and glamour. When we see her, we do a double-take because her appearance commands our attention. This is a message for us to not hide ourselves away from the world. The magpie beckons us to reveal our brilliance (physical and otherwise) to the world. We are each composed of incredible beauty and grace - the magpie is a reminder that we must express these attributes outwardly in a glamorous display just as she does.
These and other oddities in her behavior are symbolic of illusion and perception. The magpie's message here is that not all things are what they appear to be, and we should not set our judgements in stone. Further, this aspect of the magpie is a message that we do not have to be bound to perceptions. In other words, we may want to consider departing from our habitual behaviors and avoid being type-caste into a specific role.