EAT LIKE AN OWL
I encountered a medicine woman whose name translates loosely as Owl Woman while I was studying healing at the Healing Light Center Church. For the year that I was her channel, I addressed her as “Grandmother”. When asked, she told me she was one of the Ancient Ones, and had been taken, at around the age of three or four, to be trained as a medicine woman. She lived on a plateau above a long, winding canyon with a river running through it. There were many clan-families living scattered along the length of the river. It was her duty to keep them safe spiritually and physically. Each sunrise and sunset, she stood on a promontory overlooking the canyon, raised her arms as she chanted, shape-shifted into a large white owl, flew out across the length and breadth of the canyon, then returned to the promontory and reassumed her human body.
Grandmother always came to me when we did community ceremony (which was often) and I also worked with her privately. She seemed to accept me as an apprentice for a time, naming me Morning Star Appearing. (I asked her, if I had to be a “star” couldn’t I be an evening star? She simply growled at me and said no.) So, I began to search for the meaning of Morning Star Appearing. It seems that the morning star heralds the coming of the day, or the light.
As part of my apprenticeship, Grandmother told me to learn about owls. So I trekked to the library and read several books about owls. I learned more than I ever wanted to know about the varieties, genus, and species of owls, even some mythology, and nothing that seemed to be usable for me.
Finally, at the end of my patience, I found a children’s book on owls. Did you know that owls swallow their prey whole? Their body then separates what can be used as nourishment from the bones, fur, claws, etc. How that happens I have no idea. Then the owl’s body packages up all the unwanted, unusable parts of the prey, wraps them into a neat package, and vomits it out. The owl then digests the nourishment.
What a kool thing to know how to do, and a great skill for those of us who are empaths, intuitives, psychics, or have limited boundaries. I learned how to “eat like an owl,” an important skill that continues to serve me today. How, you may ask, do I eat like an owl? Simple. I figured out that instead of trying to shut out all of the feelings, events and energies that I was drowning in every day, I could swallow it whole, and let my Higher Self, my Soul-Self, my intuition sort out what would nourish me, and then “vomit” out the rest.
The world and its people are going through a difficult cycle of transformation, and the ability to not fight what comes at me is invaluable. It takes so much energy to attempt to keep the world at bay, I have little left to do what I am called to: Holding Firm the Light. And, in the process of trying to keep out the negative stuff that is happening, I miss what actually feeds me: the love of those who work with others to make life better, or at least livable, in times that are not.
My wish for each of you is to learn to ‘eat like an owl’. Your ability to be sensitive to the pain, fear, rage, and death happening all around you can become the gift it was meant to be. Take it all in, then sit in quiet contemplation while your Soul-Self sorts through what nourishes you, and what does not, and let the neatly packaged dross go with your blessings!
Blessings, Charlotte
Edited by Monique Huenergardt of MoReadsYou.com