Angels Big and Small

My cats occasionally remind me that they are predators by ‘gifting’ me with their captured prey. And if I were a cat, I’d happily accept. But there are a couple of reasons I don’t welcome my felines into the house when they come to the glass slider door with a bird in their mouth. The first is that I don’t want bloody bird parts and feathers all over my house; and the second is that inside the house the bird has a slim chance of survival. Even if he does escape from the cat, he’ll kill himself smashing into the windows; though I know from experience that outside they often survive, and sometimes due to human intervention.

Recently my cat, Mac came to the door with a little black, brown and white bird, his eyes pleading with me to let him in—I didn’t. He finally took his captive to the yard where he set him on the grass. It was a Dark-eyed Junco, a common bird in our area. I could see the Junco was breathing, but he didn’t move and I couldn’t tell if he was playing dead or injured. A swipe of Mac’s paw forced me to step in. Birds are just as afraid of humans as they are cats, so I knew my rescue had to be quick. I grabbed a paper towel and gently picked up the Junco. He didn’t appear to be injured, but there was panic in his eyes. I needed to find him a safe spot to rest and hopefully recover from the trauma.

I placed the bird on a leafy branch of my verbena bush and went inside to make dinner. If the Junco was going to recover, this was the perfect spot. Here resting on his paper towel gurney, the bird was safe from Mac and I could monitor his condition from my kitchen window.

After a few minutes the Junco flapped his wings and rolled onto his belly, but he didn’t fly away. Not a good sign. Either he was injured or still in shock. Time for me to launch the next phase of my rescue plan: enlist the help of spirit. Nature creatures and spirit are in tune. Unlike humans who block the influence of spirit, flora and fauna live in harmony with these forces and respond to them without hesitation. This little bird has spirit guardians, just like I do and they can intervene to heal him. However, I also understood that this wouldn’t happen if the little bird’s soul was ready to depart.

I outstretched my palms towards the bird and said, “Little Junco, may you either fly away home to your nest or die here peacefully. Thy will be done.”

It was a calm night, yet the leaves surrounding the Junco’s recovery spot rustled softly. Then he fluttered his wings. There was still a chance.

Over the next hour, I repeated the prayer several times. Each time the leaves rustled and the little bird moved in some way. By nightfall I was feeling hopeful. With the morning light came the reality that the little creature had died. Much as I knew that death isn’t the tragedy we humans are taught to believe, I still felt sad that his soul had decided to go.

Prayers are powerful transmissions of spiritual energy, and souls benefit as much from those offered when out of a body, as when in one. The Junco’s soul was gone but his body remained. Now it was my duty not only to pray for his spirit, but to honor his life. I chose another perfect spot to bury him: under the protection of the tallest tree in the yard, next to my fountain and close to the bird feeder. A bird’s heaven on earth.

I wrapped the paper towel snuggly around the Junco, dug a little grave with my trowel and placed him on the cool soil.

“Bless you little Junco. May your angels guide you peacefully to your next journey,” I whispered. Just as I was about to fill in the dirt, a thought came to mind, “How about you sprinkle a little Seraphinite essential oil in the grave?” When it comes to trusting my intuition, I’ve learned not to question why—just respond. I know the reason will be revealed in time. In this case, it didn’t take long.

The next morning I was in my office on the computer when the message from spirit arrived. I like to look outside while I’m writing, so I’ve positioned the back edge of my desk up against the window sill and the glass is roughly three feet away from my chair. I had just reached over and cracked open the window about seven inches, when a bird flew up. We were eye to eye. It was black, brown and white—a Dark-eyed Junco, identical to the one I’d buried the day before.

“Well you look familiar,” I said.

The Junco fluttered at my eye level for several moments before landing on the inside edge of the window frame, where he calmly sat staring at me. He was so close, I could have reached out and touched him. Then he flew away, but not before I had gotten his message. My little Junco’s soul had sent his identical twin to say thank you.

My mind immediately went to the common little bird that died and his very uncommon funeral. It had only been a few weeks before that a crystal-savvy friend had gifted me with that vial of essential oil infused with the crystal “Seraphinite.”

“This is very special,” she’d said. But I hadn’t yet taken the time to read about it and I had no idea the incredible role it would play in the soul’s journey of an extraordinary little bird.

After I read the properties of *Seraphinite I understood the reason I had been guided to anoint the little Junco and why my wise friend had been inspired to give it to me. The Junco’s angels had big plans for him. Perhaps he now is an angel himself.

*Seraphinite

The beauty and energy of Seraphinite rises through the body's chakras like the six-winged spirits of Light it is named for - the Seraphim, the highest order of angels who attend the throne of God. Their image, or that of their feathery wings, are captured in iridescent silver and suggests the movement of flight.

This stone of angel wings is known for its high spiritual energy, and attunement to the angelic realms and nature spirits.

© Maria Hart 2017

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