You saw the raven sitting on a tree by the street light and multiple sets of sequential numbers following you like a lead balloon tied to your ankles. Signs are flying fast across the cosmos after what seemed an eternity. So it’s time to meet the challenge, as in Bowie, turn and face the change.
And you think you know why but yours is subjective reasoning, nothing’s that easy except when it is. Temporal colors crowd your mind but the cause is spatial in its relationship to each other; all things move in orbits of necessity. This is the slow burn into reality from what is and what should be.
There is a secret echoing through the heavens and it shows itself in every form in the tangible realm… the red-tailed hawk you saw sitting calmly on the branches of a Laurel oak at the sacred gateway of the Celts. The doe and her fawn by the river’s edge prevailed upon you a longing you couldn’t comprehend, just as Rama’s consort Sita longs for a mythical golden deer. The blue heron holding court over her subjects, each whispering you’re secret, and humming your name as the currents take them home… God’s speed. And the black bird who flies in each morning sitting on the rafters pointing east, singing a song to the great ocean.
Your changing is your coming home to an unknown sum of everything you’ve been up until this moment. What you think is calling isn’t really calling. It’s the universe wearing a disguise and its’ fooling you into thinking that mere mortals don’t have this kind of power. But you’re a part of the whole. So stop dwelling on it, the answers do come, all in good time. Just nod and wink and pay homage to the Divine wearing sunglasses at the corner store outside by the curb.
Yes, this is all very unexpected and threatening to your status quo. But someone has to turn up the volume and get you humming a new tune. Hi, de ho.