Please read Crows 1/2/3/4

Having always known, as far back as I can remember as a tiny child,  it is my belief, which I have always passed on to others of spiritually inquiring minds, that birds are messengers and like all non humans beings, they are aware of energies unseen by the human eye.

Think of your own domestic pet and observe what they see, out of your own vision but clear to them. Horses and dogs especially are aware of your moods, their love is unconditional. Undomesticated beings are at one with nature and all surrounding them, they know where to find food, water and shelter, flee when danger is near, sensing what is coming and alerting their own kin. Survival is priority but they are non destructive, this is a human activity.

Please read crows 1/ 2/3/4 comments are appreciated, thank you.

The legend of a crow court describes how a flock of crows descend onto a magpie or another rebel crow and form a ring around the accused bird , questioning takes place, if the verdict of the prisoner by the court is judged guilty, the prisoner is pecked to death.

My parents who were country people, my Father, son of farmers and my Mother, daughter of a head butler and his wife, granddaughter of a headmaster and his wife, all who lived and worked in the country and were steeped in country ways, passed this legend about the crows to me.

I was also taught about magpies and how unlucky it is to see only one, one for sorrow two for joy, and when magpies are seen always perform a little ceremony, which I have always followed.

Early morning of the 30th November 2018 on holiday again in a cottage in our beautiful English Lake District which I love, simultaneously I saw a lone magpie and heard a song which I attribute to very bad luck, quickly switching off the music I saluted the magpie. Dismissing all of this, not being superstitious, I left the cottage for a days fell walking.

The day was beautiful, every moment was savoured, planning to either walk or drive to a further destination for a high walk and needing supplies which I purchased at the local supermarket, stopping at a favourite cafe for the best coffee.  Ready to walk to my car, not far away, to drop off the shopping.

Almost at my car my left booted foot hit a rock which was buried beneath leaves and gravel,  I remember hitting the ground very hard then nothing, hearing a man’s voice calling to me are you ok, the kindest man I have met, a stranger, his eyes were full of concern as he asked can he call someone, he asked if I was alright to get up, he lifted me up and spoke again about ringing for help, I reassured him and said I would be ok and thanked him, then realised my lovely new sunglasses were smashed to bits, shopping splayed, I was covered in gravel and dirt, he helped with all of this. I cannot thank this man enough, he rescued me from concussion. He told me he had actually driven the wrong way, I noticed his small red van with the door wide open so he must have ran to me. I was in shock so did not ask his name, so wish I had, I would like to thank him again for what he did for me, grateful for ever!

It is a week later and my face and body are still black and blue, my left eye badly swollen still but all getting better, the shock lasted several days. Keswick hospital are wonderful, I cannot thank them enough, they told me I have been very lucky.

The area where this accident happened is named Crow Park.

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Please read Crows 1 and 2 and 3, comments are appreciated, thank you.

My partner lay dying in hospital , he was transferred to an emergency bed 28 miles away from where we were staying, (we had gone to the lake district for a weekend’s walking but he was taken ill and 3 weeks later he died)  I drove every day to his side and stayed with him all day until night when I drove the 28 miles back to try and sleep.

The last few days of this travel, when half way to the hospital, I began to notice hundreds of  crows gathering in the trees, as I drove through this gathering they started flying over and near to my car, the cawing, screeching noise was deafening. I began to dread this journey but stealed myself to do it , it became a living nightmare in every way, a representative of what had happened to our lives.

I have not talked or written about the crows to anyone at the time or in the 16 years since his passing, but due to happenings yesterday I felt compelled to compose a  poem and just mention the behaviour of  the crows so long ago.

What happened yesterday will be written about in the near future.

The terrible day he died, I had to drive the same journey away from the hospital, but no crows were visible.

This is a true account.

Grim reaper creeping

Colourless cackling crows

Shifting Black eyes

Piercing cawing hooks

Death arrived

Screeching birds flew

They knew.

Kings of the Wilderness by M.J.R. Parr …. on Amazon. This is an extraordinary story, brilliantly written, the 1st of 4 in a series, if there are any agents or publishers out there looking for new talent perhaps you can take a look at this fascinating novel? Hope so.

Thank you

Birthday is my very favourite day of the year, feeling the anticipation the night before wondering what the next Birth/ day will bring. This year on the 15th August I had time to open all my cards and read every line, and enjoyed the handwritten notes inside the presents and cards from family and friends. My pleasure increased and was shared as my Son was with me, my other two children live in Australia and Thailand, it was equally joyful to share the day with them via technology.

The day stretched ahead as my Son and I went to a local restaurant by the sea and enjoyed the time talking and looking at images from his holiday visiting his Brother and Sister. Later in the day I enjoyed another special gift and spoke with lots of good friends. I loved this day so full of simple pleasures and time, every minute of my Birthday was savoured and will be remembered.

So thankful to be who I am and have gratitude for every blessing in my life.

Today, the 5th November 2017 something happened to me, due to a unexpected shock I experienced an emotional overflow of crying, tears pouring from eyes, on the street outside a major shopping mall. For me this was awful behaviour in the street but I could not stop crying. Raised with the strict discipline of showing no emotion outside the home, presenting the image of everything is perfect, which in my recent life it has been up until today when something happened to trigger this upheaval of tears.

I was with a dear very young member of my family who was at a loss to deal with this situation as it had never happened before. Suddenly a man presented himself in front of me and asked was I alright, I apologised and told him I was just a bit upset and he asked what was wrong, I could not explain but he told me everything would be ok and not to upset myself anymore, proceeding to share with me that he was quite alone, no family and was homeless. This man held my hand throughout this experience and told me to take care of myself and all would be well,  before he walked away.

This persons kindness affected me very deeply and it was quite some time before I recovered, reflecting that he had nothing, he did not ask me for anything but offered the loving hand of friendship to a stranger in distress.

I will never forget today’s events and remembered that Angels come in many disguises, I will never forget this person, his face, and warmth of his hand on a bitterly cold day.  I will continue to look for him.

Thank you, may you be blessed with someone to care for you, warmth, food and a home of your own.

When our Mother Earth, Gaia, is bombed and ripped with nuclear testing /bombs and other such atrocities do humans activating such weapons not give a moments thought to the impact and horror our planet must feel? The resulting floods, winds, gales causing havoc and destruction to so much life, human and non human I believe is a direct result of this military might.

If the gentle movement of a butterfly’s wing can affect energy on the other side of the world? …………………..

Need I say more.

As a member of the human race, a Mother and Grandmother I am asking the leaders of the world to please start to talk and really listen to each other, meet and sit around a table together and look in each other’s eyes, to work together to save our beautiful planet before it is ripped apart. This will take great courage but all people, all nations who want the best outcome for our survival will uphold you.

Let us begin a new golden age where a bright future for all is the template.

POISON

Oak barrel of green apples

Damaged one

Poisoning silently

Rotting the core

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Slice away poison

Cleanse the perfect apples

Make apple puree

Restore harmony

Scrub the oak barrel clean

Perfect fresh green again.

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Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott 15/6/2015 (C)

A close friend arrived on the 17th with a gorgeous silk shirt/top kaftan style, sewn with silk thread she has made for me, the colours are vibrant deep blues/emerald greens, silk calming and cool in the summer, warm and comfort in the winter. The colours are pure and deep, gazing at them is like meditating on a mandala, swimming in a warm ocean.

I think my male at home family feel overwhelmed with the feminine influence of visitors happening in our home.