There is a rhyme in our country about Magpies. I read a Lakota story about a race amongst the animals and the Magpie won.
They say in our rhyme one for sorrow, two for joy and so the rhyme goes on until twelve magpies, when the rhyme stops or runs out of explanations!
Yesterday I saw an unusual amount of Magpies in a flock over the garden, fourteen in all so I looked for the meaning as I was sure this must be of significance.
There wasn't one explanation that far down the line, a forum did suggest it might be seven for a secret times two, or two secrets not to be told.
So I wondered what that meaning might be, I thought of two things I would like to say but perhaps had better remain secret. Or until they come out at the right time, by themselves.
It might be one facet of the great mystery, that things must unravel in their own time. There are often times I would like to say or do something, but something tells me not to, or I get the feeling I should not. I take the hint and it is for the better, its just recognising when to stay quiet that is the skill.
Often that is the right course of action and things come out in their own time without being forced.
There have been no shortage of animal messengers in the Lakota stories for instance, even some that are otherworldly spirit messengers manifested in a recognised form, perhaps so as not to alarm the recipient.
If you are open to receiving the messages, you will receive them, I had a bird tapping at the window a few months back, signifying I later worked out, the passing of a friend of mine who had been ill for sometime.
The problem with urban living is that we lose touch with these things. Pavements and roads block out the natural vibe coming through from the earth and leads to detachment from nature and natural energy.
You have to be attuned to receiving and who you are doesn't matter, it is whether you have the gift. And also if you are like minded towards people who have historically always had it.
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